...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

The following things are true:

Vests were not invented in 1812.

Lindsey has an Angelus-like evil alter-ego. Fortunatly, he only comes out to play if Angel ever returns Lindsey's feelings, which we all know is less likely than James Marsters appearing on television ever again.

Billy Boyd is at least 80 years old.

Angel is not fat.

At least one of my brothers is evil.

David Boreanaz is a strange, strange man.

The comparisons between Saiyuki and Angel the Series are spurious at best.

Sanzo and Angelus have nothing in common. Angelus (as far as I know) doesn't wear bondage gear under priest's robes. Also, Sanzo is a lot grumpier, doesn't speak in an evil Irish brogue and the chances of him having a nun fetish are fairly low.

I am, however, willing to buy the Kougaji/Lindsey and Gojyo/Spike connection. Though Kougaji is too tall to make a good Lindsey.

Lindsey is the Tom Pullings of the Angelverse.

FAKE 7 has an adult rating for a very good reason. It should also probably not be read in one's local Starbucks, due to the risk of shock-induced choking.

Angel's power resides not in his puppy-dog eyes, pointy hair or socially retardedness, but in his white vest.

Everybody loves young boys in kitty ears.

Stephen Maturin is the Hemulen from the Moomins.

Snufkin is all.

I hate moths.

And on the 19th, the final day of Hexmas, we celebrate Merry and Pippin. May your tummies be ever-round.

(First one to make an Angel is Fat joke gets a kick in their big Canadian teeth. Hex, this means you.)

Have just got back from second showing of Prisoner of Azkaban. Had to fight down the urge to scream "You cancelled Angel! You get no thanks!" at the giant WB logo at the start of the film. The Miriglum and I amused ourselves during the adverts and trailers by playing the David Boreanaz game - essentially, pointing out how including DB could make something better. Needless to say, I totally walked into an Angel is Fat joke when the Lurpack advert was shown. Goddamn Lurpack.

Also saw the trailer for the new Garfield movie: there is no God.

Further Harry Potter-related ponderage:

I really feel Alfonso Cuaron is playing the story for laughs in places where it doesn't fit. The scene with Aunt Marge, for example.

I'd also like to know where Harry lives that his local park isn't full of druggies and drop-outs at night.

The skinniness of Neville is just wrong.

Emma Thompson is incredibly disappointing as Trelawney. Which is sad, because I was expecting much from her. Le sigh.

Draco's origami love-note. What the hell? Does he have weather-predicting powers now or something?

Deadric Ciggory being hit by lightening. Ha!

"The spiders, they want me to tap-dance. I don't want to tap-dance!"
"You tell those spiders, Ron."
Aww, such cuteness. I love Ron.

Aah, looks like Big Wolf on Campus will be back next week. Must have been screwy half-term scheduling. Goddamn Fox.

Also, neglected to mention last night, the guy that plays Stan Shunpike in PoA is the guy who played Hollom in Master and Commander. That amuses me.

What does not amuse me is the recent spate of Angel is Fat jokes I have been subjected to lately. Miriglum, Hex, Jonathan: knock it the fuck off, you bastards.

Poor fat Angel. Steve will always love you.