Some thematic images befitting the occasion:
Bending The Water Dragon by PeridotKitty.
Shiryu by Alfatico.
Water Dragon by Tiantian1008.
Year of the Dragon 2012 by Vijfentachtig.
And the real live Chinese Water Dragons who live under the care of one Tricia at BambooZoo.
"Goggles", by The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing (who presumably were completely innocent of The Midnight Bombing Wot 'Appened At Midnight.)
Sundry Metal Rabbits--as well as a Roomba Rider.
A Wallace and Gromit AMV, to the one Oingo Boingo song that gets reliable airplay on 80's Rock stations.
The True Story Behind The Fez (TM) can be shoehorned into qualifying; after all, Bunny Ears Lawyerhood has been a constant throughout the Doctor's incarnations.
Happy fondueing--if that's what they call it!--to you and the Long Suffering Hubby.
dochermes: You're upstate, and (I hope) far enough inland to be reasonably out of harm's way; you don't seem to do much commenting on other blogs, but I'll take your continued posting as a sign that you're doing okay. (And this discussion, no doubt, will have developed an acutely personal relevance.)
dungeonwriter: You picked an excellent weekend to spend out of town; again, I'm hoping that the brunt of Irene's onslaught will be well east of where you're staying, and that all your loved ones in the area are safely bunkered down.
ETA: pfeffermuse: I hadn't realized that you live in that general area, too; your post on the subject seems to suggest that the farm is at a safe remove from the coast. The impression created by today's news coverage isn't boding well, but I hope your house in the city came through all right or is at least salvageable.
Take care of yourselves, everyone.
Have an eclectic grab bag of cybergleanings:
The Green Hornet meets the Amazing One-Man Orchestra.
When Japanese rice farmers get bored.
It's looking like a rainy Summer.
This guy deserves his own action serial.
This 2005 re-enactment cracked up people some of whose parents are too young to remember Ernie Kovacs.
I believe that the PUNK part is reverse punk, because so much of today's society is ill mannered that we ARE the punks by rebelling that.
(The context, for interested parties: http://www.thesteampunkempire.com/
So, full-metal-ox, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 8% unique (blame, for example, your interest in richard eagle), 32% peculiar, 31% interesting, 19% normal and 9% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy sewing). When it comes to friends you are lonely. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.
Your overall weirdness is: 54
(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 89% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
(1) Pfeffer has also considerately compiled a number of HTML instructions into this handy tutorial--enabling me to progress beyond the old repertoire of USENET typographic conventions and thereby advancing my cyberhousebreaking. (The Goat has, for reasons best known to himself, seen fit to scatter them throughout LiveJournal's FAQ in an exasperating scavenger hunt.)
ETA: If you have difficulty finding the notice, that's because the folks in charge of the Boonshoft's website cleverly camouflaged it by (A) putting it at the top of the page in a tiny cadet-blue banner that barely contrasts with the lavender-blue background, and (B) printing it in mousetype barely discernable against the banner background.
(Cut me and I bleed trivia: you share your birthday with, among others:
Maria Von Trapp 
Ellen DeGeneres 
Bessie Coleman , the first African-American woman to pilot an airplane.
Morita Akio,  co-founder of Sony.
Gene Siskel 
Philip Jose Farmer , SF legend and creator of the Wold Newton Mythos.
Jules Feiffer 
The Octo-Kids  .)
The Tao does not speak. The Tao does not blame. The Tao does not take sides. The Tao has no expectations. The Tao demands nothing of others.
The Tao is not Jewish.
I picked up a sushi box lunch--they're now available with spring roll wrappers in lieu of rice--and bunkered down at home for a back-to-back showing of Tsui Hark's Zu Warriors movies, luxuriating in the spectacle of epic wuxia fantasy done right.
Following that, I settled in to reread Barry Hughart's Bridge of Birds, and immerse myself in the adventures of yet more people whom the Powers that Be at Paramount have decided are beneath their notice (as well as mine.)
(I intend--eventually--to catch The Lost Failbender, when the public library acquires it on DVD; I trust that I can count on the company of kosaginolegion, and perhaps Roaring Tiger and Squalling Dragon, for an evening of Nerfbending, MSTing, and playing "How many things can you see wrong with this picture?")