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

I'm back!

Urgh, twelve days without the internet. Twelve. Sodding. Days.

Have spent most of it lying on the sofa in my kick-ass new apartment, watching Buffy and Angel for hours on end. Such goodness.

Had a good cry over Giles and Buffy's breakdown at the end of 'Passions' (as well as a good laugh over Giles taking a flaming baseball bat to Angelus's head). Nearly choked to death laughing at Angelus's 'facial hair thoughout the ages' flashbacks in 'Amends', not to mention the drunken irishness that is Liam. Had forgotten what it felt like to actually care about most of the characters in anything but a strictly 'God, I hope you die' sense. Also am amazed at the cuteness of Xander and how incredibly boring Angel was. No wonder I used to think he was such a prick.

Quotable quotes include:

Xander: I'm still key guy, right? Good. Then Angel, in his non-key-guy capacity, can work with me.
Angel: What fun.
Xander: Key guy's still talking!

Xander: I gotta say, I'm with Deadboy on this one.
Angel: Could you not call me that?

Pretty much the entire scene with Angelus, Darla and the Master in 'Darla'.

Angel: Stop calling me pastries.

Faith: [wombles on to Wesley about Angel not being mean and nasty enough for her liking] What if I killed you? Do you think that would work, or would it just be really funny?

Also, David Boreanaz haas huge hands. I mean really huge. My brother has pretty big hands, but his are nowhere near as big as Angel's sexy sexy hands.

I miss his hands. And the blipverts. And mocking Lindsey.

And how attractive Angel is when he's just been horribly beaten up, like in 'The Ring'.

And how every now and then, David Boreanaz will impress me with something other than the fact that he's a very pretty chunk of manflesh. My heart broke for him in those last few minutes of 'Hero', when he was screaming Doyle's name.

On a lighter note, the fuzzy felt Moomin dvds arrived today. Huzzah! Didn't get a chance to watch them, as Alan and Jess came over, bringing with them an Angel duvet and pillow set, which is possibly the best housewarming present EVER.

Well, the internet decided to crash while I was writing this, so you're getting the abridged version. Serves me right for looking at the Hot Topic website, I suppose (although they do have Sad Sam dolls).

Anyway, news in brief: saw the Sherlock Holmes movie on Crime Plus, guy playing everyone's favourite Napoleon of Crime looked like Gomez Addams, Holmes was fat (nearly pissed myself when he climbed the drainpipe chasing the snake-charmer dude), Watson was a drunk and Mycroft resembled my A Level law lecturer. Also, the safe-cracking guy was the same guy who playing Fumier in the Richard E. Grant version of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Needless to say, I was morbidly intrigued and will be watching the next one a week today.

Casting issues aside, it wasn't bad. Holmes was a bit of a drama queen with the heroin-injecting, but then, as Johnny pointed out, when hasn't Holmes been a drama queen?

Incidentally, the general opinion is that the Scarlet Pimpernel could take Holmes in a fight, though as Selina said, chances are good that Sherlock would suss the Pimpernel's plans and sneak off by a back route. Still, in a straight fight, the Pimpernel would totally win, because he's a dude.

Also, not to be insensitive, but this amused me. Sex acts and stuffed animals, indeed. That's how I want to go.

And finally, this is for Hex, who doesn't have a hand fetish. At all.

New word:

Holmesexual. Meaning 'one of indeterminate sexuality who also has damn sexy hands'.

Proof that Jonathan and I having three-week arguments over fictional characters is indeed good for something.

In other news, Angel and Spike were being most homoerotic last night. Shame Fred and Wes had to spoil everything by, you know, being in the episode. Some people have no consideration.

And Lorne punched Eve. And Spike and Angel were all, "Go Lorne!" So was I, in fact.