Okay dudes, I just finished watching the Losers. Man, Jason Patric did not grow up pretty. I would probably have thoroughly enjoyed his character if I had not been forced to deploy my emergency eyelids to shield myself from how badly he has aged. Also, someone should probably tell Idris Elba that it is scientifically impossible to out-alpha-male Daddy Winchester. It was kind of tragic watching him try. Oh Idris Elba, you may be the boss of selling drugs and learning economics in Baltimore, and you have had some success fighting vampires and psycho killers over here in England, but you cannot go toe-to-toe with Daddy Winchester and have it end well for you.

In conclusion: Losers is GREAT, somebody find me Clay/Roque porn. What?!

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Urgh. I had this whole post planned about how great True Blood is and about how Liamneeson has finally answered my prayers for a series about redneck vampires who don't fight crime or really do anything, but then I came on here and the sheer fugliness of the new profile page caused poison to drip from my eyes and now they burn with agony and I don't feel like it anymore.

ANYWAY! I hope everyone had lots of fun celebrating the holy trifecta of awesomeness that is Halloween-Bonfire Night-Froodle Day - I have been watching Battlestar Galactica and coming to the conclusion that every show should have one snarky scientist character, because Gaius makes everything so much better through his presence. I may even love him more than Rodney and Kevin, and that is very impressive because I love Rodney and Kevin so much and also neither of them ever accidently destroyed the human race, unlike Baltar. That scene where Gaeta is being a big gay liar and wrecking Badger's stragety of stragetic awesome and Gaius kicks off at him and he's like, "The whole fleet knows this man tried to stab me through the neck. And you missed! Butterfingers!" Favourite line of any episode of BSG, ever. And BSG is hardly short of brilliant lines. I'm not saying I want to get stabbed just so I have the opportunity to use it, but still.

Urgh, I am tired. And I have stupid "life decisions" to make and I don't want to make them, because I can't even decide what to watch in the evenings when I get home, so I have to choose it the night before and put it in the DVD player, so how am I supposed to decide whether I should go back to school or buy a house? OMG SOMEBODY JUST RECRUIT ME INTO A SECRETIVE VAMPIRE-KILLIN' ORGANISATION AND DO MY THINKING FOR ME ALREADY! Except for the bit about fancying Pearse, because I am right there. Damn, Angie, stop moping about your dead gay husband and just do him already. You know he looked totally hot blowing away that Paul Hoyle dude. He was all, "GRRRR, be a vampire!" and Pearse was like, "No" and Hoyle was all, "You're going to die," and Pearse was like, "Whatever," and Hoyle was all, "I'm gonna tell your minions that you're secretly on my side," and Pearse was like, "Oh my, you seem to have contracted a mild case of GRAPHITE ROUNDS IN YOUR CHEST!" and Hoyle was like, *explode* and Angie and Frances were all, "That's hot." And I was like, "Yes it is."

And the moral of that story is that priests who kill things are Totally Hot.

Continuing with the whole "Vampires Are Cool" theme for this week's TV watchery, I am currently rediscovering the Pure Awesomeness that is Ultraviolet. Philip Quast is Teh Sex anyway, but Philip Quast as a Catholic priest who hunts vampires and fancies Susannah Harker? Words cannot describe the sexiness!

In other news, apparently a TV License official called 'round yesterday; if it wasn't so fucking annoying, it would be pretty hilarious, as he must have called in the evening when I was home, and yet I had no idea there was anyone at the door. Yet this morning, lying forlornly on the welcome mat, is one of those "tried to call" letters. And seriously, these are the lamest scare tactics ever - the note is all, "If you had been caught evading a TV license today, you could have been fined!" Like, oh noes, I totally could have been fined, except that I wasn't, and also good luck getting in here without a search warrent, you cocksucking motherfucker. And that whole, "Your details have been passed on" line would be a lot more effective if the letter hadn't been addressed to "The Occupier". How is that database coming, guys?

All mockery aside, this shit really, really pisses me off. I don't have a TV aerial or a TV card for my PC, so I don't need a license, but I will be damned if I'm going to fill out a form and let some sweaty balding TVL thug poke around my house on the assumption that I'm a liar. I get these letters every month, and I am sick of TVL using government-sanctioned scare tactics to bully people into paying for something most of us would opt out of if we could.

Apparently Mr TVL is going to be calling again "very soon". All I can say is, I really hope he enjoys staring at my front door, as that is as close as any of these wastes of skin will be getting to my flat.

Very disturbing conversation with Johnathan last night. Talking about the movie version of John Connolly's "Bad Men":

F: So, who do you think they'll cast as the giant policeman?
J: Tom Hanks.
F: Why?!
J: Because people always cast Tom Hanks in movies I want to see, just to spite me.
F: Fucking Holywood.
J: At least it's not a Charlie Parker movie. They'd probably cast Tom Hanks as Bird.
F: Eww! Never say that again.
J: And Mr T as Louis.
F: I'll cut you!
J: Heh.
F: Idris Elba* would be good as Louis. Providing he could to the accent.
J: They could get Christian Kane to do the voice-over.
F: He's from Louisiana, not fucking Texas!
J: True. Plus we need Christian Kane to play Angel.
F: *disgusted noise*
J: What? He's short, white, has curly hair and pouty lips. He's perfect.
F: Angel doesn't have pouty lips.
J: I always imagined him with pouty lips.
F: You ruin my life.
J: I know.
F: Can you imagine how weird it would be to have Lindsey playing a character called Angel? It breaks my mind.
J: We could get David Boreanaz to play Louis. With facepaint.
F: I hate you so bad.
J: *evil laugh*

My brother is a sick, sick puppy.

*Idris Elba = Vaughan Rice in "Ultraviolet".

Went for tea at Alan and Jess's new flat last night. Just four of us, was fun. James started talking about painting his pet poodle's toenails and carrying it around London in a pink mesh bag. Still not sure if he was joking or not.

We watched first three episodes of Ultraviolet - mm, Jack Davenport-y - and decided that lack of super-fast cars, long coats and door-smashing is due to it being a British show about vampire hunting rather than an American one. At least idiot Warner Brothers can't cancel it.

Kirsty gets more annoying every time I watch it. She's all "I STALK YOU, MIKE!". And then she hires that reporter and is all, "I STALK YOU BY PROXY, MIKE!" Stupid bitch. No wonder Jack became one of the undead to get out of marrying her. Also laughed at the hickey scene between Mike and Francis:

Francis: *pointing to ickle bite scar Jack left on Mike's neck* Aren't you a bit old for one of those?
Mike: *shifty eyes*
Francis: Anyone I know?
Mike: ...no...

Angie still rocks. So does Francis. I love Vaughn's constant attempts to wind Mike up (which usually involves a trip to the containment room or whatever). And I just love Pearce generally: "I want you to stop drawing lazy connections between priests and pedeophiles." Like Mike just sat there and thought, 'Man, I really can't be bothered with this case. Let's just say it was a priest. Everyone knows priests like to rape little boys.'

Wish Jack had been in it more. He and the vampire who had cancer were the best.

Have been watching episodes of Granada's Sherlock Holmes TV series with Jeremy Brett as Holmes that I commandeered from Jonathan's bookshelf when I was home, and I have to say, am begining to understand his frequently expressed desire to have Jeremy Brett's manbabies. He is *very* cool.

Watched 'The Final Problem' and 'The Empty Room' last night, and still can't decide whether I prefer David Burke or Edward Hardwicke as Watson.

I can say with confidence, however, that you should never, ever watch Watership Down, Pirates of the Caribbean, Ultraviolet and Sherlock Holmes in the course of one night, while eating deep-fried cheese in pizza sauce at 5am, unless you're actively encouraging bizarre dreams involving Jack Davenport's character from Ultraviolet having his Norrington wig stolen by the rabbits from Watership Down, who then get told off by a rabbit version of Sherlock Holmes, only to have the entire warren collapse while, in the background, Captain Holly rages that this would never have happened if the Government hadn't forced him to let gays into his Owsla.

If you like those kind of dreams, however, go right ahead.