![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
post-weekend musings
Jan. 17th, 2005 12:39 pmHave been playing a hideous amount of Morrowind lately. Damn those Boots of Blinding Speed! They make it so easy to slip in a quest when I have a spare hour! Hopefully I will soon exchange these hijinks for, y'know, revision and whatnot.
Made a pact with my girl-housemate to do more things I really want to do this term, so will hopefully be learning the ancient art of kick-boxing before too long. And I'd like to say writing (fic), except that Word blank documents lately just give me the odd urge to go get a glass of water and hide in front of the TV. Said housemate has, also, semi-agreed to go to Cuba with me this summer, for which I am all kinds of ecstatic. It's pretty obvious, after so many months/years, that I REALLY want to, so why should I wait? Have to find a travel scheme to go with though, because she's not willing to just catch a plane out there and find a hotel. Has to make things complicated, doesn't she?
TV highlights of the weekend were Eastenders - the Den/Dennis is so twisted, and nobody bats an eyelid over the idea that Danny hides his gambling from Jake the way Jim and Patrick hide it from their wives - and of course, Sea of Souls. Which is good, but I've decided not all that slashy. Growl. I just WANT to slash Craig of the pretty eyes, with anyone, though especially Monaghan. Perhaps if they had a single scene together where Monaghan isn't about ready to throttle Craig in rage.... Though there were lots of just Douglas/Craig scenes this week, without annoying Justine. And Craig did leap to Monaghan's defense, conversationally AND physically. Into the barrel of a gun! And Monaghan looked quite worried. And, on a different tack, Craig was all ready to share a room with psychic/psycho soldier boy, 'in the name of research'. Possibilities....
Or maybe I'll just imagine one of them getting possessed by a sex demon. No fuss, no muss.
Apparently next week's tale will involve Craig 'facing up to childhood demons'. Hurt/comfort? I can only pray. I have an exam to get out of the way before the joy of that though.
(no subject)
Jan. 10th, 2005 10:41 pmAm an aunt :). My sister gave birth at 4:20 this morning, and while I wasn't there to see it, I heard him cry for the first time. Mum called me at 8 last night to say it was starting, so I decided to be cheeky and ask my dad to fetch me (roped a housemate into handing in my literature essay). Jack Philip, 5lb 2oz. He is so amazing. I just want to stare at him all the time. He's on an incubator because he had a little trouble breathing, but he's off the oxygen now, and should be out with my sister by tomorrow morning. My sister, on the other hand, has not slept in about 3 days due to fever then labour, so is snapping and snarling at everyone, but she calms down when she's near Jack. It's all good. Part of me wants to stay as long as I can to see him, but there's not a lot to keep me here besides him and he's not mine, so I'll probably be going back on Wednesday. Doesn't mean I won't be back for visits though.
Was torn between the wonder of childbirth (aka the wonder of sitting in a waiting room for two hours) and the wonder of Adrian Mole, though. Didn't think it'd really be my thing, all political satire and man worrying about not getting laid, but And The Weapons of Mass Destruction is hilarious, and Adrian is both endearingly foolish and foxy (it does not hurt that I picture Stephen Mangan, aka the lovely Guy, in my head while reading). I even find myself rooting for Adrian/Pandora (Het! Het, I say!), though I think slash might be possible. His gay best friend is the obvious target, but has been quite cruel to him for 40 pages, so I'm more considering sweet Adrian/bookshop owner, what with hero-worship and shared booklove, or Adrian/Barry Kent, since they don't like each other (yay, tension!), yet Kent's book Aden Vole seems to have a mysterious message hidden within it. Probably I should get familiar with the other books before I start muscling into fandom, though. Also very impressed by the randomly-caught episode of Sea of Souls I saw on Saturday (last night's was interrupted due to nephew-birth). Loooving the Douglas/Craig dynamic. Possessed!slash? I think so!
Was massively tempted by cheap CDs in Tesco's today - Gwen Stefani and Damien Rice for a mere £9.97 each! - but remained strong. Bought the 7ml version of Versace Red Jeans, though. Only £3.59, bargain. Must await balance being restored to my...balance...and think, and plan, before more spending. Yes, I feel this in my bones (and wallet). Wangled a Munchies McFlurry out of the parents though. My verdict: tasty, and not even a McEmployee calling it 'Pedigree Chum' can put me off.
