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

Visited William yesterday. It was... I don't have the words. The prison staff at the visitor centre are all very nice, very kind, clearly used to seeing shellshocked people slapping on huge smiles for their incarcerated loved ones and shuffling through series of locking metal doors. The waiting room was rammed, the visiting hall was rammed, the roar of 24 different conversations was deafening. Will seemed... better? Sober but kinda forcibly manic, which is probably because he was also painting a smile on his soul. We laughed and joked and hugged and then Mike and I went home and crawled into bed and he held me while I cried. At least we had that.

I sent him my first letter on Friday. Apparently there's a new drug that you can print directly onto paper from a home printer (i may be misunderstanding that) so when you send letters they get photocopied and the prisoner gets the copy, not the original. I'm glad I didn't buy a bunch of postcards/greeting cards this time around. I wonder if they get copies of the envelopes... I deliberately picked some cool looking stamps but I guess they could also be drugstamps.

There's a new service now where you can email prisoners and it gets printed out their end and handed out at mailcall. I'm gonna try that.

Mike just declared that Rodney looks like a chubby version of Nathan Fillion. I... do not see that. Is it just me?

Life is so weird. Ben Heg announces he and Jo are expecting their first kid, the same day Mike's grunkle dies. Their baby, Zachary Bo (Zachareebo) is born the day a friend miscarries. And they pick the name the same day our grandpa dies. RIP Grandad HongKong, you were a top tier grandad.

mike: i thought i saw johnny heg today, but it turned out not to be him and i just waved at some random guy driving past.
me: yeah hes off the island this weekend
mike: he must have a lookalike in town, i swear it was his exact face.
me: you know, johnny does look kinda like joe flanigan...
mike: shit. i TOLD you bleeding on his face would summon him!
me: well i didnt bleed on him, dont blame me!
mike: great, now im getting murdered.
me: what about my brother?! hes gonna get blamed for all the killings over here!

man, i hate that episode "the defiant one". not because its a bad episode, but because they created a really likeable character in dr gall and he dies HORRIBLY and it sucks to watch every time.

in other news, mike is now convinced that by bleeding on the stargate atlantis dvds he has summoned the murderous ghost of john sheppard to come kill him and is refusing to handle sharp objects.

while we were away one of the channels in our hotel room was showing stargate atlantis and sg1 on what felt like a constant loop, with a bit of sanctuary thrown in at odd intervals.

for some reason the eps werent in order and for some reason every episode of sga they showed had shepard getting murdery or possessed or aggro and mike, who has never seen any stargate before, is really invested in this show where the male lead is a full on mass slaughterer who just straight loves the killing.

it also reminded me how much i liked sga, and now im rewatching it and trying to hide it from mike because i dont want to ruin his murderous dream. ill go get him when shepard starts going bug or lucius lavin shows up.

Mike got me the bluray deluxe edition of Escaflowne for Christmas and we've just started watching it today. I love that dub!Van basically is introduced with him dad-voicing Hitomis weird decoy earth boyfriend. "Don't take that tone with me!", indeed.

Lookimg for the Dangonropa DVDs on our crowded and disorganised bookcase:

Mike: What the... baba, what is this? Why is there a headless sitting man behind the Fables comics?

Me: Huh? Show me! *looks* Oh, that's my Sad Keanu doll. I guess I never repaired him.

Mike: I've got superglue, do you have his head?

Me: Oh yeah, I put it in a box. It should be on the shelves. Can you see it? It has a melted army man on the lid.

Mike: Looking for a box with a Johnny Got His Gun doll on top containing the severed head of Keanu Reeves... I love our life.

Me: Oh no I dropped his body! Can you see where it landed?

Mike: Yeah, it went under the sofa. Haha, he's spinning like a little breakdancer... oh, he stopped.

Me: Well yeah, he's got no head to spin on.

Mike: *pulls out Sad Keanu body* Shhhh oh my God, you'll make him self-concious.

Me: Hey, I found the box with his head!

Mike: Hahah, look at the state of that army man, what a loser.

Me: Oh my God you are so rude! That guy cared for Sad Keanu Head months after we forgot about him.

Mike: No way, he used Sad Keanu Head to make himself feel better. Come on, Sad Keanu, lets go sit with the cool toys.

Mike;s playing the remastered version of Skyrim and he;s on a mission where this dude is like "oh no my wife fiona was kidnapped by bandits from our farm" and i was like haha its probably jessica lange faking her abduction to escape his shitty cat-piss KNOTTY PIIIIIIINNNNEE farm and then it turns out that is totally the ending of the story and mike ended up telling the guy his wife's dead.

Jessica Lange, man, fucking savage.

Mike and i went out for tapas tonight. I had a digimon dress on. He wore a pokemon tshirt. The owner took a picture of us in exchange for free drinks. I was like, pokemon sucks, lets be enemy supervillains. He was like, digimon is stupid, have more sangria. The moon was orange. I couldnt see the tower of refuge when we walked back, but eventually it was there. Someone had a fluffy dog. Someone else rode a skateboard with light up neon lights on the wheels. The restaurant played acoustic guitar versions of famous songs. My meat had plums and pinenuts in. It was very nice.