Things

• This site is tempting me way too much. Eek. They have a Shakespeare collection! Eek. I have no money. Make it stop.


• Pussy Galore reminds me of Margaret Houlihan. I don't know why.


• James Bond movies are really fun. Oh no! Handcuffed to an atomic bomb! What will he do? ('what made her call the government?' 'why, my penis of course'). Yay :)


• New Green Wing icons are making me miss it more ::points::


• I like writing :)


• However, I am it's bitch.


• I hate being ill >:(

I was going to quote you all a lovely bit of the book I'm reading which out of the blue turned sort of slashy, except not, and was just lovely, but my sister has requisitioned the computer for 'work' now (i.e. a magazine piece in Mother and Baby), and it's too late.

Oh, and it turns out one of the owners of the great Nottingham comic book shop Page 45 recently died. Not the one I interviewed, but still - saddening. My thoughts are with them.

Blah. And Apocalypse Now?

Ack. Life slightly annoying at the moment. My sister has the computer all the time, so I can never do anything of any depth or use on LJ, but during the long stretches I'm not on I'm constantly thinking 'oh, something wonderful could be happening online right now, and I'm missing it!'. Which is distracting. And slightly pathetic. And whenever sister is off the internet for any length of time, I feel like I HAVE to go on, because I don't know when I'll next get a chance, and fuck whatever else I'm doing. But I never know how long I'll be on, so I can't do [see above re: depth or use]!

And I'm still coughy and sniffly.

Bah. Work tomorrow will probably help. I have decided that what a woman(/person) really needs in order to write is money (thank you, parents), a room of one's own, and something else to think about. Yes.

Watched Apocalypse Now this morning. Wow. I'd already seen the ending, so I knew what was going to happen - and the numerous parodies over the years told me the rest - but I still enjoyed it. Not sure war films are really my thing, but it was a damn good film whatever - like a beautiful technicolour nightmare, complete lunacy but not just random and surreal, y'know? It made it's own sense.

The snark did still creep in though. Particularly when I thought about the idea for a parody I once mentioned to my housemates - 'Graduation Now' - about the hunt for a postgraduate who goes mad and 'native' in the wilds of Lenton. Possibly you need to be from Nottingham to understand that. And in my head. Ah well. Also, the bit at the end where ( Potential spoiler )

made me giggle wrongly. And I did spend a fair amount of the movie just perving on Martin Sheen. Once a fangirl, always a fangirl? :)

Tell me something anonymously? I will attempt to turn off IP-logging, although there is no guarantee this will happen. However, I think we can fairly sure that I won't be able to CHECK the IP-logging - whatever it is - if I can't. So yes. Hmm.

ETA: Okay, I can't actually figure out how to turn off IP-logging, or what it is, still. Help please?

ETA2: IP logging is off, hurrah. Do your anonymous worst. Or not. I'm off to read my SAS Survival Guide in bed - Francis/Spengler in roughing it in Alaska here I come :D