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Nov. 27th, 2015 09:37 pmDrinking hot chocolate, eating dark cherries with brandy cream, listening to Peter S. Beagle read the Last Unicorn. In my expert opinion, Day Zero of Operation Holiday is an unqualified success.
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Aug. 24th, 2011 12:08 amWhen Dexter first came out, I watched a couple of episodes, got thoroughly annoyed with the constant monologuing, and went back to watching Profit on DVD. After all, naked, eyeliner-wearing Adrian Pasdar versus Micheal C Hall in chinos isn't much of a contest.
Lately I've been watching a bit more, and it's almost... not terrible. I kind of like Rita, which considering I would happily have punched Julie Benz in the face every time she popped up on Angel, says a lot. I like that one police dude who wears a hat. The children are tolerable. I sort of ship Deb/Doakes, but I've read one of the books where Doakes has a super-horrible fate, so I'm not getting attached.
Also, beautiful James Remarr is in it being beautiful and playing Dexter's dead dad. He shows up and gives Dexter sound advice, like STOP TRYING TO BE FRIENDS WITH OTHER SERIAL KILLERS. Which Dexter doesn't ever seem to listen to. Right now he's friends with... dude, I don't remember his name, but he was the president on the West Wing after Bartlett. Anyway, they're little serial killing best mates and James Remarr is all like, NO DEXTER STOP TRYING TO HAVE A SERIAL KILLER BFF and Dexter is like WHATEVER JAMES REMARR YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME and now the president dude is going crazy or something, I don't know, but I guess the moral of this story is if you are a serial killer, probably you shouldn't hang out with other serial killers because it never seems to go well.
Hmm, other things... I finally started reading Ghost Story. I was totally willing to let the whole monkey-ghost thing with the lemur(e)s slide, but what really got me was the bit about being lonely in a "Byron-esque needs-a-swimming-buddy way". Since, you know, that was Shelley and all.
Also, none of these were my fault:
Sadly, there is no option for putting a little key around your pony, or dressing him in a bartender outfit. I would totally have gone there otherwise.
Lately I've been watching a bit more, and it's almost... not terrible. I kind of like Rita, which considering I would happily have punched Julie Benz in the face every time she popped up on Angel, says a lot. I like that one police dude who wears a hat. The children are tolerable. I sort of ship Deb/Doakes, but I've read one of the books where Doakes has a super-horrible fate, so I'm not getting attached.
Also, beautiful James Remarr is in it being beautiful and playing Dexter's dead dad. He shows up and gives Dexter sound advice, like STOP TRYING TO BE FRIENDS WITH OTHER SERIAL KILLERS. Which Dexter doesn't ever seem to listen to. Right now he's friends with... dude, I don't remember his name, but he was the president on the West Wing after Bartlett. Anyway, they're little serial killing best mates and James Remarr is all like, NO DEXTER STOP TRYING TO HAVE A SERIAL KILLER BFF and Dexter is like WHATEVER JAMES REMARR YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME and now the president dude is going crazy or something, I don't know, but I guess the moral of this story is if you are a serial killer, probably you shouldn't hang out with other serial killers because it never seems to go well.
Hmm, other things... I finally started reading Ghost Story. I was totally willing to let the whole monkey-ghost thing with the lemur(e)s slide, but what really got me was the bit about being lonely in a "Byron-esque needs-a-swimming-buddy way". Since, you know, that was Shelley and all.
Also, none of these were my fault:
Sadly, there is no option for putting a little key around your pony, or dressing him in a bartender outfit. I would totally have gone there otherwise.
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Aug. 24th, 2011 12:08 amWhen Dexter first came out, I watched a couple of episodes, got thoroughly annoyed with the constant monologuing, and went back to watching Profit on DVD. After all, naked, eyeliner-wearing Adrian Pasdar versus Micheal C Hall in chinos isn't much of a contest.
Lately I've been watching a bit more, and it's almost... not terrible. I kind of like Rita, which considering I would happily have punched Julie Benz in the face every time she popped up on Angel, says a lot. I like that one police dude who wears a hat. The children are tolerable. I sort of ship Deb/Doakes, but I've read one of the books where Doakes has a super-horrible fate, so I'm not getting attached.
Also, beautiful James Remarr is in it being beautiful and playing Dexter's dead dad. He shows up and gives Dexter sound advice, like STOP TRYING TO BE FRIENDS WITH OTHER SERIAL KILLERS. Which Dexter doesn't ever seem to listen to. Right now he's friends with... dude, I don't remember his name, but he was the president on the West Wing after Bartlett. Anyway, they're little serial killing best mates and James Remarr is all like, NO DEXTER STOP TRYING TO HAVE A SERIAL KILLER BFF and Dexter is like WHATEVER JAMES REMARR YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME and now the president dude is going crazy or something, I don't know, but I guess the moral of this story is if you are a serial killer, probably you shouldn't hang out with other serial killers because it never seems to go well.
Hmm, other things... I finally started reading Ghost Story. I was totally willing to let the whole monkey-ghost thing with the lemur(e)s slide, but what really got me was the bit about being lonely in a "Byron-esque needs-a-swimming-buddy way". Since, you know, that was Shelley and all.
Also, none of these were my fault:
Sadly, there is no option for putting a little key around your pony, or dressing him in a bartender outfit. I would totally have gone there otherwise.
Lately I've been watching a bit more, and it's almost... not terrible. I kind of like Rita, which considering I would happily have punched Julie Benz in the face every time she popped up on Angel, says a lot. I like that one police dude who wears a hat. The children are tolerable. I sort of ship Deb/Doakes, but I've read one of the books where Doakes has a super-horrible fate, so I'm not getting attached.
Also, beautiful James Remarr is in it being beautiful and playing Dexter's dead dad. He shows up and gives Dexter sound advice, like STOP TRYING TO BE FRIENDS WITH OTHER SERIAL KILLERS. Which Dexter doesn't ever seem to listen to. Right now he's friends with... dude, I don't remember his name, but he was the president on the West Wing after Bartlett. Anyway, they're little serial killing best mates and James Remarr is all like, NO DEXTER STOP TRYING TO HAVE A SERIAL KILLER BFF and Dexter is like WHATEVER JAMES REMARR YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME and now the president dude is going crazy or something, I don't know, but I guess the moral of this story is if you are a serial killer, probably you shouldn't hang out with other serial killers because it never seems to go well.
Hmm, other things... I finally started reading Ghost Story. I was totally willing to let the whole monkey-ghost thing with the lemur(e)s slide, but what really got me was the bit about being lonely in a "Byron-esque needs-a-swimming-buddy way". Since, you know, that was Shelley and all.
Also, none of these were my fault:
Sadly, there is no option for putting a little key around your pony, or dressing him in a bartender outfit. I would totally have gone there otherwise.
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Aug. 14th, 2011 04:57 pmWhat the fuck is happening in my house?!
Having Lee here is making me feel like fucking Amalthea in the catacombs beneath King Haggard's castle - every time I turn a corner, I'm frightened that the Red Bull is going to be standing there, waiting to bore me with some boring anecdote about his boring drunken exploits with his boring Spam-sandwich girlfriend, until eventually I just rush into the sea in blind terror and never regain the courage to set foot on dry land again.
Dudes, seriously. NO CONCEPT OF PRIVACY. I went out last night and when I came back my friend and I were sat in the lounge, with the doors closed, which in our house is code for "do not disturb", and he barged in and stood there for like five minutes just watching us. Christ Almighty, kid - a guy, a girl, a shut door - stay the fuck out!
It isn't just me, either - the boys are noticing it too. I just found Buzz and the Prawn hiding in the airing cupboard because they thought I was Lee and they couldn't take another conversation with him. They're twenty and they'd hiding in a fucking airing cupboard like the kids in Jurassic Park trying to escape from the raptors, except in this case it's worse because the raptor doesn't eat you, he just slowly destroys your spirit with endless tales about how he got "so pissed" the night before and "threw up everywhere" and "didn't know where I was". NOBODY CARES, BE QUIET!
Prawn waited for four hours to get his breakfast this morning because he wanted to be absolutely sure Lee was gone for the day before he came out of his room. When Buzz walked into the kitchen he found Prawn lying behind the breakfast bar trying to hide. Johnny's put a spy-hole in his bedroom door so he doesn't accidently open the door to him again, and he's got Hayley spending every single night here just so he has an excuse to leave the room quickly if Lee comes in.
Jesus. I just read that back and it makes us sound like a right bunch of utter bastards, but Christ, I can't help it! Everything that comes out of this kid's mouth is so completely stupid and dull and I feel like one of those animals that gets caught in a snare and chews off it's own leg to get away. There's a limit to how much pointless teenage bullshit I can put up with, and as it turns out, that limit is somewhere between "five minutes" and "absolutely none at all, go away."
I should be more sympathetic, really - he's not any more tedious than thousands of other teenagers across the country who are convinced that their thoughts and feelings are the most unique and special in the whole universe and feel compelled to share their amazing insights with humanity at large. It's just that, well... the boredom and irritation that comes with being talked at be someone who's boring and irritating isn't lessened by the realisation that there is a great mass of equally bored and irritated people currently being talked at by other equally boring and irritating people spread over the globe.
I desperately need Johnny to put a spyhole in my door.
Having Lee here is making me feel like fucking Amalthea in the catacombs beneath King Haggard's castle - every time I turn a corner, I'm frightened that the Red Bull is going to be standing there, waiting to bore me with some boring anecdote about his boring drunken exploits with his boring Spam-sandwich girlfriend, until eventually I just rush into the sea in blind terror and never regain the courage to set foot on dry land again.
Dudes, seriously. NO CONCEPT OF PRIVACY. I went out last night and when I came back my friend and I were sat in the lounge, with the doors closed, which in our house is code for "do not disturb", and he barged in and stood there for like five minutes just watching us. Christ Almighty, kid - a guy, a girl, a shut door - stay the fuck out!
It isn't just me, either - the boys are noticing it too. I just found Buzz and the Prawn hiding in the airing cupboard because they thought I was Lee and they couldn't take another conversation with him. They're twenty and they'd hiding in a fucking airing cupboard like the kids in Jurassic Park trying to escape from the raptors, except in this case it's worse because the raptor doesn't eat you, he just slowly destroys your spirit with endless tales about how he got "so pissed" the night before and "threw up everywhere" and "didn't know where I was". NOBODY CARES, BE QUIET!
Prawn waited for four hours to get his breakfast this morning because he wanted to be absolutely sure Lee was gone for the day before he came out of his room. When Buzz walked into the kitchen he found Prawn lying behind the breakfast bar trying to hide. Johnny's put a spy-hole in his bedroom door so he doesn't accidently open the door to him again, and he's got Hayley spending every single night here just so he has an excuse to leave the room quickly if Lee comes in.
Jesus. I just read that back and it makes us sound like a right bunch of utter bastards, but Christ, I can't help it! Everything that comes out of this kid's mouth is so completely stupid and dull and I feel like one of those animals that gets caught in a snare and chews off it's own leg to get away. There's a limit to how much pointless teenage bullshit I can put up with, and as it turns out, that limit is somewhere between "five minutes" and "absolutely none at all, go away."
I should be more sympathetic, really - he's not any more tedious than thousands of other teenagers across the country who are convinced that their thoughts and feelings are the most unique and special in the whole universe and feel compelled to share their amazing insights with humanity at large. It's just that, well... the boredom and irritation that comes with being talked at be someone who's boring and irritating isn't lessened by the realisation that there is a great mass of equally bored and irritated people currently being talked at by other equally boring and irritating people spread over the globe.
I desperately need Johnny to put a spyhole in my door.
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Aug. 14th, 2011 04:57 pmWhat the fuck is happening in my house?!
Having Lee here is making me feel like fucking Amalthea in the catacombs beneath King Haggard's castle - every time I turn a corner, I'm frightened that the Red Bull is going to be standing there, waiting to bore me with some boring anecdote about his boring drunken exploits with his boring Spam-sandwich girlfriend, until eventually I just rush into the sea in blind terror and never regain the courage to set foot on dry land again.
Dudes, seriously. NO CONCEPT OF PRIVACY. I went out last night and when I came back my friend and I were sat in the lounge, with the doors closed, which in our house is code for "do not disturb", and he barged in and stood there for like five minutes just watching us. Christ Almighty, kid - a guy, a girl, a shut door - stay the fuck out!
It isn't just me, either - the boys are noticing it too. I just found Buzz and the Prawn hiding in the airing cupboard because they thought I was Lee and they couldn't take another conversation with him. They're twenty and they'd hiding in a fucking airing cupboard like the kids in Jurassic Park trying to escape from the raptors, except in this case it's worse because the raptor doesn't eat you, he just slowly destroys your spirit with endless tales about how he got "so pissed" the night before and "threw up everywhere" and "didn't know where I was". NOBODY CARES, BE QUIET!
Prawn waited for four hours to get his breakfast this morning because he wanted to be absolutely sure Lee was gone for the day before he came out of his room. When Buzz walked into the kitchen he found Prawn lying behind the breakfast bar trying to hide. Johnny's put a spy-hole in his bedroom door so he doesn't accidently open the door to him again, and he's got Hayley spending every single night here just so he has an excuse to leave the room quickly if Lee comes in.
Jesus. I just read that back and it makes us sound like a right bunch of utter bastards, but Christ, I can't help it! Everything that comes out of this kid's mouth is so completely stupid and dull and I feel like one of those animals that gets caught in a snare and chews off it's own leg to get away. There's a limit to how much pointless teenage bullshit I can put up with, and as it turns out, that limit is somewhere between "five minutes" and "absolutely none at all, go away."
I should be more sympathetic, really - he's not any more tedious than thousands of other teenagers across the country who are convinced that their thoughts and feelings are the most unique and special in the whole universe and feel compelled to share their amazing insights with humanity at large. It's just that, well... the boredom and irritation that comes with being talked at be someone who's boring and irritating isn't lessened by the realisation that there is a great mass of equally bored and irritated people currently being talked at by other equally boring and irritating people spread over the globe.
I desperately need Johnny to put a spyhole in my door.
Having Lee here is making me feel like fucking Amalthea in the catacombs beneath King Haggard's castle - every time I turn a corner, I'm frightened that the Red Bull is going to be standing there, waiting to bore me with some boring anecdote about his boring drunken exploits with his boring Spam-sandwich girlfriend, until eventually I just rush into the sea in blind terror and never regain the courage to set foot on dry land again.
Dudes, seriously. NO CONCEPT OF PRIVACY. I went out last night and when I came back my friend and I were sat in the lounge, with the doors closed, which in our house is code for "do not disturb", and he barged in and stood there for like five minutes just watching us. Christ Almighty, kid - a guy, a girl, a shut door - stay the fuck out!
It isn't just me, either - the boys are noticing it too. I just found Buzz and the Prawn hiding in the airing cupboard because they thought I was Lee and they couldn't take another conversation with him. They're twenty and they'd hiding in a fucking airing cupboard like the kids in Jurassic Park trying to escape from the raptors, except in this case it's worse because the raptor doesn't eat you, he just slowly destroys your spirit with endless tales about how he got "so pissed" the night before and "threw up everywhere" and "didn't know where I was". NOBODY CARES, BE QUIET!
Prawn waited for four hours to get his breakfast this morning because he wanted to be absolutely sure Lee was gone for the day before he came out of his room. When Buzz walked into the kitchen he found Prawn lying behind the breakfast bar trying to hide. Johnny's put a spy-hole in his bedroom door so he doesn't accidently open the door to him again, and he's got Hayley spending every single night here just so he has an excuse to leave the room quickly if Lee comes in.
Jesus. I just read that back and it makes us sound like a right bunch of utter bastards, but Christ, I can't help it! Everything that comes out of this kid's mouth is so completely stupid and dull and I feel like one of those animals that gets caught in a snare and chews off it's own leg to get away. There's a limit to how much pointless teenage bullshit I can put up with, and as it turns out, that limit is somewhere between "five minutes" and "absolutely none at all, go away."
I should be more sympathetic, really - he's not any more tedious than thousands of other teenagers across the country who are convinced that their thoughts and feelings are the most unique and special in the whole universe and feel compelled to share their amazing insights with humanity at large. It's just that, well... the boredom and irritation that comes with being talked at be someone who's boring and irritating isn't lessened by the realisation that there is a great mass of equally bored and irritated people currently being talked at by other equally boring and irritating people spread over the globe.
I desperately need Johnny to put a spyhole in my door.
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May. 14th, 2005 11:51 pmMy rabbit delights in mocking me. I've been revising all afternoon, and I swear, he was deliberatly stretching and yawning and falling asleep on the sofa next to me just to rub my nose in it. Little grey bastard. He twitches in his sleep, too - no doubt chasing dogs or something.
In other news, I saw Kingdom of Heaven on Thursday... ( Cut for spoilers )
And finally, memes stolen from imbeiaiel:
FILM MEME
1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
101, not counting the animated ones because they're in a different wallet and I can't be bothered to go and count them.
2. The last film I bought:
Phantom of the Opera
3. The last film I watched:
Kingdom of Heaven
4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Pump Up the Volume
Heathers
Interview with a Vampire
The Last Unicorn
Watership Down
USERINFO MEME
1. Does my username suit me?
2. Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3. Do you think my bio describes me well? If there were no names given would you be able to guess who it was describing?
4. Which of my interests surprises you the least?
5. Which of my interests surprises you the most?
6. Which of my interests needs explaining?
7. Which of my user pics suits me best? Why?
Aaaand that is all.
In other news, I saw Kingdom of Heaven on Thursday... ( Cut for spoilers )
And finally, memes stolen from imbeiaiel:
FILM MEME
1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
101, not counting the animated ones because they're in a different wallet and I can't be bothered to go and count them.
2. The last film I bought:
Phantom of the Opera
3. The last film I watched:
Kingdom of Heaven
4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Pump Up the Volume
Heathers
Interview with a Vampire
The Last Unicorn
Watership Down
USERINFO MEME
1. Does my username suit me?
2. Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3. Do you think my bio describes me well? If there were no names given would you be able to guess who it was describing?
4. Which of my interests surprises you the least?
5. Which of my interests surprises you the most?
6. Which of my interests needs explaining?
7. Which of my user pics suits me best? Why?
Aaaand that is all.
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May. 14th, 2005 11:51 pmMy rabbit delights in mocking me. I've been revising all afternoon, and I swear, he was deliberatly stretching and yawning and falling asleep on the sofa next to me just to rub my nose in it. Little grey bastard. He twitches in his sleep, too - no doubt chasing dogs or something.
In other news, I saw Kingdom of Heaven on Thursday... ( Cut for spoilers )
And finally, memes stolen from imbeiaiel:
FILM MEME
1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
101, not counting the animated ones because they're in a different wallet and I can't be bothered to go and count them.
2. The last film I bought:
Phantom of the Opera
3. The last film I watched:
Kingdom of Heaven
4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Pump Up the Volume
Heathers
Interview with a Vampire
The Last Unicorn
Watership Down
USERINFO MEME
1. Does my username suit me?
2. Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3. Do you think my bio describes me well? If there were no names given would you be able to guess who it was describing?
4. Which of my interests surprises you the least?
5. Which of my interests surprises you the most?
6. Which of my interests needs explaining?
7. Which of my user pics suits me best? Why?
Aaaand that is all.
In other news, I saw Kingdom of Heaven on Thursday... ( Cut for spoilers )
And finally, memes stolen from imbeiaiel:
FILM MEME
1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
101, not counting the animated ones because they're in a different wallet and I can't be bothered to go and count them.
2. The last film I bought:
Phantom of the Opera
3. The last film I watched:
Kingdom of Heaven
4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Pump Up the Volume
Heathers
Interview with a Vampire
The Last Unicorn
Watership Down
USERINFO MEME
1. Does my username suit me?
2. Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3. Do you think my bio describes me well? If there were no names given would you be able to guess who it was describing?
4. Which of my interests surprises you the least?
5. Which of my interests surprises you the most?
6. Which of my interests needs explaining?
7. Which of my user pics suits me best? Why?
Aaaand that is all.
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Jan. 30th, 2005 05:57 pmGrr!
Why do people insist on bringing their horrible, noisy children into bookshops? There should be some kind of rule that lets me push heavily-laden bookcases onto inconsiderate breeders and their wailing crotchfruit. And laugh. Heartily and with youthful abandon. And possibly kick their broken bodies with the viciousness born of listening to their infernal screeching for half an hour.
Now I have a headache, and I couldn't find a copy of the Last Unicorn soundtrack anywhere. Grumble.
In other news, the zip on my boot is broken. Le sadness. On the plus side, tying it on with the laces seems to be working well.
Why do people insist on bringing their horrible, noisy children into bookshops? There should be some kind of rule that lets me push heavily-laden bookcases onto inconsiderate breeders and their wailing crotchfruit. And laugh. Heartily and with youthful abandon. And possibly kick their broken bodies with the viciousness born of listening to their infernal screeching for half an hour.
Now I have a headache, and I couldn't find a copy of the Last Unicorn soundtrack anywhere. Grumble.
In other news, the zip on my boot is broken. Le sadness. On the plus side, tying it on with the laces seems to be working well.
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Jan. 30th, 2005 05:57 pmGrr!
Why do people insist on bringing their horrible, noisy children into bookshops? There should be some kind of rule that lets me push heavily-laden bookcases onto inconsiderate breeders and their wailing crotchfruit. And laugh. Heartily and with youthful abandon. And possibly kick their broken bodies with the viciousness born of listening to their infernal screeching for half an hour.
Now I have a headache, and I couldn't find a copy of the Last Unicorn soundtrack anywhere. Grumble.
In other news, the zip on my boot is broken. Le sadness. On the plus side, tying it on with the laces seems to be working well.
Why do people insist on bringing their horrible, noisy children into bookshops? There should be some kind of rule that lets me push heavily-laden bookcases onto inconsiderate breeders and their wailing crotchfruit. And laugh. Heartily and with youthful abandon. And possibly kick their broken bodies with the viciousness born of listening to their infernal screeching for half an hour.
Now I have a headache, and I couldn't find a copy of the Last Unicorn soundtrack anywhere. Grumble.
In other news, the zip on my boot is broken. Le sadness. On the plus side, tying it on with the laces seems to be working well.
