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Feb. 27th, 2006 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreySkip 120 on the flist. That was fun.
I commented hardly at all. I'm rubbish at commenting. I know that. For some reason I either don't know what to say (this usually applies to icon posts, from which I would FLEE WITH THE SHINY TREASURES, if only my conscience would let me. Um...more often...), or I just sort of open the comment box and witter for ages. I try to stop, but the fingers won't let me. And then it seems like it's just not ending on the right note, so I just keep going till it does. I have paranoia that sometimes I just horribly intimidate people with the sheer size of my comments. Though you probably don't care. I'm probably not going to stop any time soon though. So feel free to spam me back in impotent rage.
The weekend has been quiet. J has been mostly keeping to his room. With my televideo. Which has become basically communal, and we only watch videos on, and I hardly ever use. But still. Mine. In his room. For three days. Except for when I stole it back to watch my single video on Friday night. About which I felt very awkward. But yeah, we've basically been in separate parts of the house, not speaking much. My parents came down and took me away for a bit on Saturday though, which was nice. We went for pizza, and watched Seven Swords at the UGC.It's a new and hideously confusing martial arts film, and not in a 'complex' way. In a shoddy editing/'who's that guy?' kind of a way. But I still really enjoyed it, and recommend it if you like that kind of thing. I need a fabulous sword from Mount Heaven, dammit. And I entirely blew myself away by being suddenly all about the femmeslash and het. I blame all the femmeslashers on my flist. And their constant talk of Susan from Neighbours. But it's probably more because I completely fell in love with the main female character (well, sort of main), who just had the best sword of all, and couldn't use it for most of the film, despite being Awesome. And was blatantly in love with her female best-friend, as well as her female best-friend's boyfriend who used to be her boyfriend. I think. And a little bit with Green Pearl, a korean whore/slave, who hated everyone and was great. Though that could have just been my own love and I got confused. But frankly the whole thing was a seething mass of polyamory, and fabulous swords. It was Chinese ninja awesomeness. And I'd tell you all to go see it, except that I really need to stop pushing my fandoms on people.
The single video, by the way, was that Chiller thing with John Simm. I'll probably talk about it tomorrow. I'm still really annoyed they haven't brought out the DVD of the Crime and Punishment he starred in. Yet. I'll probably email the BBC at some point and hint that he totally made their Monday Night fortunes, and now is the perfect time to cash in. For the sake of his career, of course. And the fact it was slashy as hell. But for now I have to a) go food shopping, b) finish Great Expectations, c) watch the last episode (::sniff::) of Life On Mars, and d) welcome K back from The South, without seeming to be doing too much of b and c if she needs attention and such. Which should be wild.
I always want to dance like a crazy person to this song. I don't know why.
I commented hardly at all. I'm rubbish at commenting. I know that. For some reason I either don't know what to say (this usually applies to icon posts, from which I would FLEE WITH THE SHINY TREASURES, if only my conscience would let me. Um...more often...), or I just sort of open the comment box and witter for ages. I try to stop, but the fingers won't let me. And then it seems like it's just not ending on the right note, so I just keep going till it does. I have paranoia that sometimes I just horribly intimidate people with the sheer size of my comments. Though you probably don't care. I'm probably not going to stop any time soon though. So feel free to spam me back in impotent rage.
The weekend has been quiet. J has been mostly keeping to his room. With my televideo. Which has become basically communal, and we only watch videos on, and I hardly ever use. But still. Mine. In his room. For three days. Except for when I stole it back to watch my single video on Friday night. About which I felt very awkward. But yeah, we've basically been in separate parts of the house, not speaking much. My parents came down and took me away for a bit on Saturday though, which was nice. We went for pizza, and watched Seven Swords at the UGC.It's a new and hideously confusing martial arts film, and not in a 'complex' way. In a shoddy editing/'who's that guy?' kind of a way. But I still really enjoyed it, and recommend it if you like that kind of thing. I need a fabulous sword from Mount Heaven, dammit. And I entirely blew myself away by being suddenly all about the femmeslash and het. I blame all the femmeslashers on my flist. And their constant talk of Susan from Neighbours. But it's probably more because I completely fell in love with the main female character (well, sort of main), who just had the best sword of all, and couldn't use it for most of the film, despite being Awesome. And was blatantly in love with her female best-friend, as well as her female best-friend's boyfriend who used to be her boyfriend. I think. And a little bit with Green Pearl, a korean whore/slave, who hated everyone and was great. Though that could have just been my own love and I got confused. But frankly the whole thing was a seething mass of polyamory, and fabulous swords. It was Chinese ninja awesomeness. And I'd tell you all to go see it, except that I really need to stop pushing my fandoms on people.
The single video, by the way, was that Chiller thing with John Simm. I'll probably talk about it tomorrow. I'm still really annoyed they haven't brought out the DVD of the Crime and Punishment he starred in. Yet. I'll probably email the BBC at some point and hint that he totally made their Monday Night fortunes, and now is the perfect time to cash in. For the sake of his career, of course. And the fact it was slashy as hell. But for now I have to a) go food shopping, b) finish Great Expectations, c) watch the last episode (::sniff::) of Life On Mars, and d) welcome K back from The South, without seeming to be doing too much of b and c if she needs attention and such. Which should be wild.
I always want to dance like a crazy person to this song. I don't know why.
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Date: 2006-02-27 06:11 am (UTC)I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THAT FILM. I love it already a bit.
It is life on mars tonight. It is life on mars tonight. It is life on mars tonight. There is no way I'll actually remember this fact come nine o clock. BUT I WILL TRY.
::DANCES CRAZY::
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Date: 2006-02-28 03:34 am (UTC)You speak the truth, probably. People are whores for comments. WHORES, I say! You may have just invited a wealth of
paintext into your inbox with that statement though, so on your own head be it!Eeeee, go see it! It is rubbish, but very good. And seriously, everyone canonically fancies everyone else. Except for those of the same sex, who just stand oddly close to each other and touch each other's chests. Oh, and the three MASTER SWORDSMAN who, despite being with everyone else throughout, you only actually see the faces of towards the end. It's great.