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

So dudes, my wetsuit arrived today and because a) the postman woke me up early delivering it and b) you know, it's NEW and I get excited about new things, I had to go try it out in the sea. And then it started raining. And I was totally warm. It was great, I've only come back because the fog started rolling in and I couldn't see properly.

Also, my room is now approximately 40% less of a shambles than it was before - I got motivated to start unpacking when Johnny commented that 'It looks like an episode of Hoarders in here - maybe a Halloween episode or a special addition called "When Goths Go Wrong" or something.' Nothing like being compared to mentally ill, morbidly obese Americans to kick-start a person's clean-up efforts. It still kind of looks like a hurricane went crazy in a Forbidden Planet store, but slightly less so than it did before, so that's okay.

In other news, I discovered a while ago that a book I quite enjoyed, "Johannes Cabal the Detective", was actually the second in a series, the first being "Johannes Cabal the Necromancer." I just finished reading it and it was awesome. The same spooky, off-kilter world-building that you get in movies like NBX or the Corpse Bride, or books like Gloom Cookie or May Bird, but combined with a snarky narrative voice and the subtle mocking of it's own genre that Joss Whedon used to be so awesome at back in the day. I think I'll probably like the second one even more if I was to reread it now, aswell.

I have to go now, my mum is making ginger scones and I want to eat some before Buzz Lighthair gets there and steals them all. Laters!

Today started off as one of those days where it rains, then it clears up for about twenty minutes, just long enough for you to get your coat, shoes and bag, and as soon as you open the front door the weather gods HAMMER DOWN ON YOU from above. It cleared up about three o'clock, but I was deep into my book by that point, so I didn't go out til just before sunset. It was lovely though - I went to Port Erin beach, which faces West, and climbed down into the ruins of this old outdoor swimming pool and watched the sun set, then I bought jam, then I came home.

The book I was reading was Nekropolis by Tim Waggoner - it's about this zombie private detective, and the world he's created is basically the grown-up version of the one from Jodi Lynn Anderson's May Bird series (if you liked the Corpse Bride or the Nightmare Before Christmas, you should totally read the May Bird books, as they are awesome) and it was interesting and well-realised and the plot wasn't bad, but...

You guys, he had a love interest. An alive, human love interest. And he's a zombie. Sorry dudes, I don't care how brave or pure of heart or whatever he is, he is a ZOMBIE. Zombie/human romance is just gross. Probably I'm some kind of racist for thinking that, but OH WELL. Anyway, I ordered the second one in the series because creepy necrophiliac smoochies aside, it's pretty enjoyable.

On a final zombie-related note, I hope everyone else is enjoying Zombie Jesus Fest and eating lots of chocolate and/or brains, according to your religious preferences.

Greetings, mortals! I just know you're all dying to hear what I've been up to since last my words of wisdom did brighten your pathetic lives, and so here I am, selflessly sharing my brilliance with you all.

Snithy, you will no doubt be gratified to know that preparations for the GREATEST HALLOWEEN EVER continue unabated, and yes, you will be expected to take part in all the joy that will be going on when you visit. And yes, you're going t watch the Corpse Bride. And wear a costume. And smile like you mean it, bitch! Evil laugh, etc.

Did anyone here watch the original version of Kingdom Hospital? The one actually created by Lars von Trier and free of all the annoying Stephen King shout-outs? ("Great art does sell"... "America's greatest living artist"... yeah, shut up, King.) And if so, do they ever actually explain the deal with Paul and the second Dr Gottreich? Because you know, little ghost girls and giant shark-anteater hybrids are cool and all, but at heart I'm a shallow person, and pretty ghost boys are always going to hold my attention over silly things like plot.

Also, I finally got my hands on the two-disc edition of the Lost Boys, and oh man, has time ever not been good to Corey Haim. Although I did laugh evilly when he and Corey Feldman were there talking about their careers as if they actually still had any. But at least Corey Feldman still has his looks. And his gloriously husky voice. Swoon!

On a Corey-related note, you know what show is completely awesome that I had forgotten was totally awesome? Big Wolf on Campus. SO AWESOME! I actually feel inspired to... I don't know, do some unspecified fandomish thing. I'm sure eventually my natural laziness will reassert itself and the urge will pass, however. But still. Awesome! Like, when Merton is all frozen in stone, and he leaves the video diary for Lori and Tommy telling them how to defeat all these monsters and there's that scene of him flipping over the index card, seeing Celine Dion's name and screaming, or taking an electrical drill to Freddie Prinze Jnr, or his tip for dealing with an evil leprechaun ("If he's this high... just kick him."). And Vince! And Sparky! And Boris! Oh, how I love Boris. And the boyband from outer space and the male pregnancy and the... other good thing I was going to mention, but it escapes me. And the Coreys, of course, although Corey Feldman is clearly the superiour Corey.

Anyway, I would ramble for longer but time grows short and I have House slash to read orphens to donate money to over the Internet, so farewell!