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Jun. 17th, 2016 06:00 pmAlso Peter Beale from Eastenders was in X-Men: Apocalypse. It took me a while to recognise him, but when I did it was amazing.
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Apr. 23rd, 2014 04:08 pmI accidentally fell into Borderlands 2. Having finally finished all of Borderlands 1, including the DLC. When I say accidentally I mean 'deliberately and methodically', but I wasn't really expecting to love it as much as I do. I thought maybe I would be too good to love Handsome Jack? But it turns out I am not. And the count of how many video games I play where I ship the main character with the bad guy remains several thousand to 0.
I've even started making playlists, which I know is always a bad idea before your canon is finished, especially with a pairing involving a bad guy. But!!! I love him so much. And Kyla La Grange's Vampire Smile isn't helping in that regard.
Anyway, the end result is that I've been playing Borderlands 2 and Fallout: New Vegas instead of posting, or watching TV or films in general. Except soaps. Eastenders, having decided to kill off a sexy young female character in a VERY SIMILAR fashion to Coronation Street, managed to embarrass me horribly last night by a) ridiculously dragging out even the 'reactions to her death' episodes, b) having the whole thing be fairly unrealistic as far as I could tell (people do actually need to go identify bodies, don't they?), and c) terrible acting. Also if you haven't seen their 'Who killed Lucy Beale' advert by now, you should, because you're missing a treat. My parents and I have seen at least one puppet since then who could also have done it, and who knows how many more there are!
My Easter was nice. My nephew got hit by a car. We didn't find out about it until Easter Monday. He didn't get badly hurt, apparently the car was going slowly and just clipped his bike causing him to fall off it. He has been waking up in the night since then though, so he's obviously a little shaken up. The jury's still out on whether the fault is more with his mum and dad, who let him just 'go out and play' and don't keep an eye on him in any way when he's only 6, or with a neighbour of theirs who apparently parks his van very close to the junction at the bottom of the road in a way that might be illegal. Frankly, as long as it teaches my nephew to be a little more careful when he's out on his bike on the roads, I will be happy with that.
Also I did go see Muppets Most Wanted with my ON yesterday. The best song was obviously Tina Fey's one about the Gulag. Unfortunately, Hyperion has a Gulag in Borderlands 2, so it just sent me back into thoughts about Handsome Jack again. HE SHOULD DEFINITELY SING THAT SONG. I hope someone in the fandom, should there be one, has done some sort of filk for it.
David hugged Maria in Coronation Street on Monday. That was a nice change from him taunting her about her horrible life, when they always seemed like quite good friends a lot of the time. I can't believe Dennis is back, but I assume it's something to do with Tina. Everything else about Coronation Street is pretty bad at the moment, aside from Carla's blossoming relationship with Simon. Also Steve confronting Tina. Sometimes I forget he can actually do serious scenes nowadays. Well, there's lots of things nice about Coronation Street at the moment. But also a lot of things that are bad.
I've even started making playlists, which I know is always a bad idea before your canon is finished, especially with a pairing involving a bad guy. But!!! I love him so much. And Kyla La Grange's Vampire Smile isn't helping in that regard.
Anyway, the end result is that I've been playing Borderlands 2 and Fallout: New Vegas instead of posting, or watching TV or films in general. Except soaps. Eastenders, having decided to kill off a sexy young female character in a VERY SIMILAR fashion to Coronation Street, managed to embarrass me horribly last night by a) ridiculously dragging out even the 'reactions to her death' episodes, b) having the whole thing be fairly unrealistic as far as I could tell (people do actually need to go identify bodies, don't they?), and c) terrible acting. Also if you haven't seen their 'Who killed Lucy Beale' advert by now, you should, because you're missing a treat. My parents and I have seen at least one puppet since then who could also have done it, and who knows how many more there are!
My Easter was nice. My nephew got hit by a car. We didn't find out about it until Easter Monday. He didn't get badly hurt, apparently the car was going slowly and just clipped his bike causing him to fall off it. He has been waking up in the night since then though, so he's obviously a little shaken up. The jury's still out on whether the fault is more with his mum and dad, who let him just 'go out and play' and don't keep an eye on him in any way when he's only 6, or with a neighbour of theirs who apparently parks his van very close to the junction at the bottom of the road in a way that might be illegal. Frankly, as long as it teaches my nephew to be a little more careful when he's out on his bike on the roads, I will be happy with that.
Also I did go see Muppets Most Wanted with my ON yesterday. The best song was obviously Tina Fey's one about the Gulag. Unfortunately, Hyperion has a Gulag in Borderlands 2, so it just sent me back into thoughts about Handsome Jack again. HE SHOULD DEFINITELY SING THAT SONG. I hope someone in the fandom, should there be one, has done some sort of filk for it.
David hugged Maria in Coronation Street on Monday. That was a nice change from him taunting her about her horrible life, when they always seemed like quite good friends a lot of the time. I can't believe Dennis is back, but I assume it's something to do with Tina. Everything else about Coronation Street is pretty bad at the moment, aside from Carla's blossoming relationship with Simon. Also Steve confronting Tina. Sometimes I forget he can actually do serious scenes nowadays. Well, there's lots of things nice about Coronation Street at the moment. But also a lot of things that are bad.
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Jun. 28th, 2013 10:04 pmI got my passport renewed this week, or I sent off the forms to have it renewed at least. I don't know if I mentioned, but I'm going on that holiday with my parents and two of my nephews this summer. So I'm going to need it by then. I always hate filling in forms, and having passport photos taken, but the real kicker was the fact it costs £80 now, including the 'check and send' service. Following a week where I'd decided I had enough money to finally get a few random things I'd been meaning to for a while, and when my LJ account suddenly needed renewing. All of which left me a little closer to overdrawing on my bank account than I'm used to. I've had a payment from the DWP since then though, so I'm sort of alright for now.
However tomorrow I'm taking my ON to the cinema, just me and him, after suggesting it earlier this week. Despicable Me 2 is out, and I figured he'd want to see it, and that mum wouldn't be interested in taking him/us on a weekend, and he's old enough now that I can probably manage him on my own. It does mean I'm going to have to talk to my sister though, for the first time in a few months, to arrange times and stuff. I've already called her, but she was in a shop, so I'm just waiting for her to call me back now. I basically have two things to ask her about or tell her, so hopefully it will be pretty straightforward. And short.
It was mum's birthday on Wednesday as well, and I was concerned things might get awkward if we went out for a meal or something, or if we went and didn't invite my sister. We did go across the road in the end, but not anywhere my sister would probably expect to have been invited to, and mum went to see her for some cake before that anyway. I do feel awkward sometimes with how my family has to deal with the fact I don't want to see my sister much, especially if it's making mum feel bad, or making things complicated for her. But we did manage to have a conversation on Wednesday anyway, about my sister and the way I feel right now, and about some of the stuff that happened when we were younger that I consider abusive. I don't think she wholeheartedly agreed with me, but I think she understands where I'm coming from a bit more now, and some of the stuff I told her about she said she didn't even know about. So there's that, I guess.
( Cut for mentions of pet death )
I have no fandom news that is happier than that news. Adele and Lana Del Rey apparently have the same tattoo now, I'm forced to assume they're in love. I've started playing video games again, mainly Deadly Premonition (which is good, but strange), Remember Me (yay female main character, but so difficult to control), and trying to finish the Borderlands DLCs, finally, so I can maybe start Borderlands 2. I would have liked to start The Last Of Us as well, but it came out a week after Remember Me, and I've been having the aforementioned money problems.
It seems to be drama week on all the big soaps at the moment, Lauren in Eastenders and Debbie in Emmerdale are both falling apart. And once again, I would love to have kept up with Coronation Street for David Platt, but I go out on Monday nights and find it hard to catch up again after that. I'm planning to do it tonight though. I love David. I love how much shorter he is than Nick.
And yesterday I saw a Tumblr post with promos for a bunch of new shows starting up in autumn in America. They were, if I recall, Sleepy Hollow, Dracula, Believe, Almost Human and Resurrection. And the ones I missed were apparently Once Upon A Time In Wonderland (by the same people who brought you Once Upon A Time!) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. They all looked dreadful, down to pretty much the last one. Except Almost Human and Resurrection, but I can't understand why Resurrection wouldn't just be a film, and unless I'm very much mistaken, all of the people of colour in the Almost Human trailer were playing non-human parts. So. There's that. Perhaps I'm wrong. And perhaps I'm wrong about all the shows, maybe they'll all somehow be amazing. Even Dracula inventing lightbulbs. But mostly - unless there are plenty more shows coming out on other channels or something - I am not holding out too much hope for anything brilliant coming out of this autumn.
However tomorrow I'm taking my ON to the cinema, just me and him, after suggesting it earlier this week. Despicable Me 2 is out, and I figured he'd want to see it, and that mum wouldn't be interested in taking him/us on a weekend, and he's old enough now that I can probably manage him on my own. It does mean I'm going to have to talk to my sister though, for the first time in a few months, to arrange times and stuff. I've already called her, but she was in a shop, so I'm just waiting for her to call me back now. I basically have two things to ask her about or tell her, so hopefully it will be pretty straightforward. And short.
It was mum's birthday on Wednesday as well, and I was concerned things might get awkward if we went out for a meal or something, or if we went and didn't invite my sister. We did go across the road in the end, but not anywhere my sister would probably expect to have been invited to, and mum went to see her for some cake before that anyway. I do feel awkward sometimes with how my family has to deal with the fact I don't want to see my sister much, especially if it's making mum feel bad, or making things complicated for her. But we did manage to have a conversation on Wednesday anyway, about my sister and the way I feel right now, and about some of the stuff that happened when we were younger that I consider abusive. I don't think she wholeheartedly agreed with me, but I think she understands where I'm coming from a bit more now, and some of the stuff I told her about she said she didn't even know about. So there's that, I guess.
( Cut for mentions of pet death )
I have no fandom news that is happier than that news. Adele and Lana Del Rey apparently have the same tattoo now, I'm forced to assume they're in love. I've started playing video games again, mainly Deadly Premonition (which is good, but strange), Remember Me (yay female main character, but so difficult to control), and trying to finish the Borderlands DLCs, finally, so I can maybe start Borderlands 2. I would have liked to start The Last Of Us as well, but it came out a week after Remember Me, and I've been having the aforementioned money problems.
It seems to be drama week on all the big soaps at the moment, Lauren in Eastenders and Debbie in Emmerdale are both falling apart. And once again, I would love to have kept up with Coronation Street for David Platt, but I go out on Monday nights and find it hard to catch up again after that. I'm planning to do it tonight though. I love David. I love how much shorter he is than Nick.
And yesterday I saw a Tumblr post with promos for a bunch of new shows starting up in autumn in America. They were, if I recall, Sleepy Hollow, Dracula, Believe, Almost Human and Resurrection. And the ones I missed were apparently Once Upon A Time In Wonderland (by the same people who brought you Once Upon A Time!) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. They all looked dreadful, down to pretty much the last one. Except Almost Human and Resurrection, but I can't understand why Resurrection wouldn't just be a film, and unless I'm very much mistaken, all of the people of colour in the Almost Human trailer were playing non-human parts. So. There's that. Perhaps I'm wrong. And perhaps I'm wrong about all the shows, maybe they'll all somehow be amazing. Even Dracula inventing lightbulbs. But mostly - unless there are plenty more shows coming out on other channels or something - I am not holding out too much hope for anything brilliant coming out of this autumn.
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Feb. 28th, 2013 12:06 amI went to Redemption. And then came back from Redemption. It was v lovely, though also freezing a lot of the time. We saw Virginia Hey, and I saw Man Of Iron for the second time in my life, and we planned for TrainCon, and I got an inflatable air guitar. The hotel did seem to be falling apart slightly, but hopefully they can patch it together with sellotape and glue and it will still be there in 2015.
In more recent days I found out about all the shitty things that had happened at the Oscars this year. Well done, world.
But I digress. I watched a bit of Coronation Street tonight. What I mostly like is that everyone is telling Gail she shouldn't tell David about Nick and Kylie because he has a chance to be happy. Rather than explaining to her that "Gail, you can't do that. He'll kill us. He'll kill all of us". Which is the only thing that makes sense. Rather like ( Spoilers for The Following the other week )
( And yet more spoilers, for The Following 1.06 )
I also wish:
At Redemption I also managed to avoid getting spoilered for Mass Effect, even though there was CONSTANT DANGER OF IT. I have finished the first game now, and started the second. I'm not going to spoiler anyone - I know how terrible that is - but I have to say it is kind of ridiculous the lengths games with specific storylines but lots of character generation options, have to go to to make sure you have ALL THE OPTIONS at the beginning of each game. KIND OF RIDICULOUS.
In more recent days I found out about all the shitty things that had happened at the Oscars this year. Well done, world.
But I digress. I watched a bit of Coronation Street tonight. What I mostly like is that everyone is telling Gail she shouldn't tell David about Nick and Kylie because he has a chance to be happy. Rather than explaining to her that "Gail, you can't do that. He'll kill us. He'll kill all of us". Which is the only thing that makes sense. Rather like ( Spoilers for The Following the other week )
( And yet more spoilers, for The Following 1.06 )
I also wish:
- Eastenders was just the adventures of Michael Moon. And not at all about zombie Phil. I would watch it all then.
- Carl in Emmerdale comes back at some point as a MURDEROUS GHOST, protecting his son and niece the only terrible way he knows how. Emmerdale doesn't have enough ghosts. Or any.
At Redemption I also managed to avoid getting spoilered for Mass Effect, even though there was CONSTANT DANGER OF IT. I have finished the first game now, and started the second. I'm not going to spoiler anyone - I know how terrible that is - but I have to say it is kind of ridiculous the lengths games with specific storylines but lots of character generation options, have to go to to make sure you have ALL THE OPTIONS at the beginning of each game. KIND OF RIDICULOUS.
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Sep. 18th, 2012 04:42 pmI have to go for a bus in about 15 minutes, so I must be brief, but:
On Sunday I watched the last episode in this series of George Gently, which was aslkdfsd. I wish there were other George Gently fans on my flist. Maybe I should go and find some. At the moment the main person I have to discuss TV with is my mum, and her way of doing so is to look at me politely until I stop. Then I watched the episode of Poltergeist: The Legacy where Nick investigates and gets kidnapped by his former Navy SEALs commander. I was worried it wasn't going to be as good as I remembered, or wasn't going to be as slashy, but no. Gay as anything. It all seemed a bit rushed though. Like, they had to fit Nick's past with the guy, the guy's supernatural thing, and his attempts to get Nick to join him into one episode. I can't tell though if I only feel that way because I could have happily watched 2 or 3 episodes of Nick being tied up in a cave with his former commander who loves him. Or 24 episodes. Whatever.
Season 2 of PTL is weird. They've made Derek make more sense, but because he makes more sense I just hate him more when he's a jerk. And the CONSTANT ROMANTIC INTERESTS, I can't believe them. And then they try to make me care about him and I don't, and it's just irritating. Philip doesn't trouble us as much though. And the stories - when they aren't about Derek - are often a lot tighter and more interesting, and the main cast sort of make fun of each other and love each other more. So it's odd. I can see why I loved it, but I can also see why maybe I didn't watch Seasons 3 and 4. Although I'm pretty sure I stopped watching them because there was a rumour one of the main cast would die in Season 3, and I was so afraid it might be Nick that I sort of cut myself off emotionally from it. Because that's how I roll/ed, with emotional over-investment.
Also last night I watched all the soaps, although not all of Emmerdale.
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On Sunday I watched the last episode in this series of George Gently, which was aslkdfsd. I wish there were other George Gently fans on my flist. Maybe I should go and find some. At the moment the main person I have to discuss TV with is my mum, and her way of doing so is to look at me politely until I stop. Then I watched the episode of Poltergeist: The Legacy where Nick investigates and gets kidnapped by his former Navy SEALs commander. I was worried it wasn't going to be as good as I remembered, or wasn't going to be as slashy, but no. Gay as anything. It all seemed a bit rushed though. Like, they had to fit Nick's past with the guy, the guy's supernatural thing, and his attempts to get Nick to join him into one episode. I can't tell though if I only feel that way because I could have happily watched 2 or 3 episodes of Nick being tied up in a cave with his former commander who loves him. Or 24 episodes. Whatever.
Season 2 of PTL is weird. They've made Derek make more sense, but because he makes more sense I just hate him more when he's a jerk. And the CONSTANT ROMANTIC INTERESTS, I can't believe them. And then they try to make me care about him and I don't, and it's just irritating. Philip doesn't trouble us as much though. And the stories - when they aren't about Derek - are often a lot tighter and more interesting, and the main cast sort of make fun of each other and love each other more. So it's odd. I can see why I loved it, but I can also see why maybe I didn't watch Seasons 3 and 4. Although I'm pretty sure I stopped watching them because there was a rumour one of the main cast would die in Season 3, and I was so afraid it might be Nick that I sort of cut myself off emotionally from it. Because that's how I roll/ed, with emotional over-investment.
Also last night I watched all the soaps, although not all of Emmerdale.
( Emmerdale )
( Eastenders )
( Coronation Street )
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Sep. 16th, 2011 10:32 pmA short update:
I made myself get up a bit early yesterday and didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and now I just feel kind of tired and sick. BUT, I am still drinking a bottle of cherry coke tonight, as I normally do on Fridays, and I have to get up tomorrow. So that should make tonight and tomorrow morning fun. Hurray.
- Eastenders actually managed to redeem itself yesterday. I had seen a clip from the episode while my nephew was here without actually watching it, of Michael telling his dad he was trying to remind him "he had another son", which seemed to be going along with what the people on Digital Spy had said. But it turned out when I watched it that he was actually talking about Anthony (the younger brother who loooooooves him), and even being sort of protective in a detached, psychotic sort of a way. And Michael was still messed up over his mum, and they adequately showed his dad to be the sort of cunt he always seemed to me to be. So yay, really.
It was still weird though. I hadn't watched Tuesday's episode either, so I watched them both together last night, and...the script. It's hard to even describe. One episode included the line, and I quote, "This...this is a hug. You know, when you hold on tight to someone, as tight as you can." APROPOS OF NOTHING. Apropos of Michael's dad telling his girlfriend it was the anniversary of his first wife's suicide. Just after another new character swanned in, went up to a regular character with the annulment papers for his arranged marriage to her sister, and then immediately demanded his wedding ring, so she could sell it. Oh Eastenders. You crazy idiot. - I had so much trouble with buses today, so much trouble you wouldn't believe it. I would have a rant about it if could be bothered, but suffice to say, it would be REALLY helpful if buses actually put on the front of themselves where they were actually going. REALLY REALLY helpful.
- But on the plus side, Becky was in tonight's Coronation Street. ( Little spoilers )
- Also, I saw Cowboys and Aliens and forgot to mention it. Mainly, it was an okay film, but a bit blah, kind of good in some ways and kind of terribly issuey in others. But mainly, Paul Dano baby. Oh yeah.
I made myself get up a bit early yesterday and didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and now I just feel kind of tired and sick. BUT, I am still drinking a bottle of cherry coke tonight, as I normally do on Fridays, and I have to get up tomorrow. So that should make tonight and tomorrow morning fun. Hurray.
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Sep. 15th, 2011 09:20 pmPeople started putting up the first episode of The Secret Circle earlier this week. This is difficult, because I'm currently downloading NTSF: SD: SUV and Death Valley every week, and in some ways it's not that bad, because NTSF: SD: SUV episodes are only 10 minutes long so they're only about 100MB, and Death Valley episodes are only half an hour long, but it still all adds up. And I don't know if downloading another whole episode a week is something our download limit can take - I don't even know what our download limit is. My dad has apparently increased it and changed internet providers since the days when I used it up watching videos on 4od and Youtube, so I don't even know if we have a download limit, or if we just have to pay more if we go over it or something. Which is a little frustrating.
The annoying thing is that I was really deliberately not downloading things, because I knew there were three shows I wanted to try out and possibly watch regularly in the autumn, and even that seemed like a stretch. But I decided to start watching NTSF and Death Valley to sort of get into the habit of downloading again, to sort of test out the download limit a bit, and because they looked like they might be funny/have good actors in. And I think somewhere in my head I was thinking, "oh, they're just little comedy shows, they probably won't last very long, and be over by the time the other shows start". I think because I have forgotten how American TV works. Hmph.
But in any case, it turns out the episode of The Secret Circle that's about at the moment is a pre-air pilot, so it looks like the show's not really started yet. So I have another few weeks to decide what to do about my downloading habits. Woo hoo!
In other news, the soaps are kind of shit at the moment. Eastenders have apparently managed to cock-up the only plot I am interested in, by - as far as I can tell - having Michael doing everything he's doing not because he's fucked up about his mum killing himself when he was six and wanting revenge on his dad for it, but just because he wants his dad to pay some attention to him. This is apparently worth ruining his dad's life, risking his brother's life, and bullying a woman into helping him ruin his dad's life over. And, mysteriously, apparently a reasoning that the people on Digital Spy find much more understandable and sympathetic than merely still being messed up over his mum. So, well done there Eastenders. In Emmerdale I can barely care about the storylines from one day to the next, I do not care about Jai and Charity, or Declan being a dick, or the never-ending plot of Watching. Aaron. Be. Sad. Never. Be. Gay. Or. You'll. Just. Be. Sad. People. Sometimes Nicola's in it, or Val, and that's lovely, but oh my god the rest. And in Coronation Street, Tracy's back, and apparently they want us to start being sympathetic to her now. I never really liked Kylie that much, but I do think they've sort of ruined whatever character she did have by making her horrible but also not to blame for it all at once. And they're building up to a really horrible plot with one female character, and it's partly by having her act really weirdly and stabbing her friend in the back (again). Which is kind of rubbish.
The only soap doing anything even vaguely interesting at the moment is Hollyoaks, and that's only really if they actually step things up in their Silas plot, now that they've had something big happen because of it. There are a lot of things I am imagining about the Silas plot which make me very excited about it, but if it just goes on and on as it has been doing already then oh my god. It's apparently going to last till Christmas anyway, and there are a lot of things apparently happening up to and around then that could make it really interesting. But if they don't do them, then arggggghhhhhhhh. Also, more Seth please. Thank you.
Anyway. That's the end of my rant. I spent most of my day today avoiding flooded roads and poking around in bushes looking for the many balls my nephew managed to lose. I was also going to have a rant at one point about how annoying it is when there are people who do something you love, but then they become so successful at it, that they stop actually doing the thing you loved in the first place. My main examples were going to be the Hark! A Vagrant writer doing a book, so not doing as many comics while she was doing it, but she's finished writing it now and is back to doing comics. And besides that, it was going to be the woman who writes Welovehollyoaks.com, who first of all started going to events with the cast and started posting interviews with them, instead of her recaps (which I liked better), and THEN actually - on the strength of her blog - got a job with E4, meaning she didn't have a chance to do her blog as much as she used to. But she's got other people helping out now, and they've started putting up posts in the last few days, some of which are really good, so it's not so bad anymore. And the other one was going to be Allie Brosh, who does Hyperbole And A Half, getting a book deal, and not having done a post since then. But it turns out that that's more to do with finding doing the blog really stressful at the moment than actually having to spend a lot of time writing her book, so that doesn't really count either. So so much for that post. I do think it's lovely, by the way, when people who do good things become successful because of the things they do. And it's really nice for them, of course. It's just also sometimes slightly maddening. That's all.
Rah. In other news, last night I ended up watching parts 1 and 2 of a BBC programme about the Regency. I had actual thoughts at the time about kings and queens, and how it's kind of a rubbish system but sometimes really interesting culturally. But most of the thoughts I have been left with are that I really like Regency suits, especially on women. And that I really, really liked the soundtrack. But I get the feeling, somehow, that the BBC won't be releasing that for purchase. Hmph.
The annoying thing is that I was really deliberately not downloading things, because I knew there were three shows I wanted to try out and possibly watch regularly in the autumn, and even that seemed like a stretch. But I decided to start watching NTSF and Death Valley to sort of get into the habit of downloading again, to sort of test out the download limit a bit, and because they looked like they might be funny/have good actors in. And I think somewhere in my head I was thinking, "oh, they're just little comedy shows, they probably won't last very long, and be over by the time the other shows start". I think because I have forgotten how American TV works. Hmph.
But in any case, it turns out the episode of The Secret Circle that's about at the moment is a pre-air pilot, so it looks like the show's not really started yet. So I have another few weeks to decide what to do about my downloading habits. Woo hoo!
In other news, the soaps are kind of shit at the moment. Eastenders have apparently managed to cock-up the only plot I am interested in, by - as far as I can tell - having Michael doing everything he's doing not because he's fucked up about his mum killing himself when he was six and wanting revenge on his dad for it, but just because he wants his dad to pay some attention to him. This is apparently worth ruining his dad's life, risking his brother's life, and bullying a woman into helping him ruin his dad's life over. And, mysteriously, apparently a reasoning that the people on Digital Spy find much more understandable and sympathetic than merely still being messed up over his mum. So, well done there Eastenders. In Emmerdale I can barely care about the storylines from one day to the next, I do not care about Jai and Charity, or Declan being a dick, or the never-ending plot of Watching. Aaron. Be. Sad. Never. Be. Gay. Or. You'll. Just. Be. Sad. People. Sometimes Nicola's in it, or Val, and that's lovely, but oh my god the rest. And in Coronation Street, Tracy's back, and apparently they want us to start being sympathetic to her now. I never really liked Kylie that much, but I do think they've sort of ruined whatever character she did have by making her horrible but also not to blame for it all at once. And they're building up to a really horrible plot with one female character, and it's partly by having her act really weirdly and stabbing her friend in the back (again). Which is kind of rubbish.
The only soap doing anything even vaguely interesting at the moment is Hollyoaks, and that's only really if they actually step things up in their Silas plot, now that they've had something big happen because of it. There are a lot of things I am imagining about the Silas plot which make me very excited about it, but if it just goes on and on as it has been doing already then oh my god. It's apparently going to last till Christmas anyway, and there are a lot of things apparently happening up to and around then that could make it really interesting. But if they don't do them, then arggggghhhhhhhh. Also, more Seth please. Thank you.
Anyway. That's the end of my rant. I spent most of my day today avoiding flooded roads and poking around in bushes looking for the many balls my nephew managed to lose. I was also going to have a rant at one point about how annoying it is when there are people who do something you love, but then they become so successful at it, that they stop actually doing the thing you loved in the first place. My main examples were going to be the Hark! A Vagrant writer doing a book, so not doing as many comics while she was doing it, but she's finished writing it now and is back to doing comics. And besides that, it was going to be the woman who writes Welovehollyoaks.com, who first of all started going to events with the cast and started posting interviews with them, instead of her recaps (which I liked better), and THEN actually - on the strength of her blog - got a job with E4, meaning she didn't have a chance to do her blog as much as she used to. But she's got other people helping out now, and they've started putting up posts in the last few days, some of which are really good, so it's not so bad anymore. And the other one was going to be Allie Brosh, who does Hyperbole And A Half, getting a book deal, and not having done a post since then. But it turns out that that's more to do with finding doing the blog really stressful at the moment than actually having to spend a lot of time writing her book, so that doesn't really count either. So so much for that post. I do think it's lovely, by the way, when people who do good things become successful because of the things they do. And it's really nice for them, of course. It's just also sometimes slightly maddening. That's all.
Rah. In other news, last night I ended up watching parts 1 and 2 of a BBC programme about the Regency. I had actual thoughts at the time about kings and queens, and how it's kind of a rubbish system but sometimes really interesting culturally. But most of the thoughts I have been left with are that I really like Regency suits, especially on women. And that I really, really liked the soundtrack. But I get the feeling, somehow, that the BBC won't be releasing that for purchase. Hmph.
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Aug. 18th, 2011 08:38 pmI was writing a post earlier, but then I started looking some stuff up, and then I got a call from my mum saying my sister had no money and was in tears because her partner hadn't gotten paid, and needed some money, and could I help out. So I ended up going round to the cash machine and waiting for my sister to come round. Then she decided to stay for a cup of tea. So you're getting this while I'm watching the (rewound) soaps.
The announcer just said before Eastenders that "Now, it's a tough day for the women on the Square". So much worse than EVERY OTHER DAY I'm guessing.
Anyway. In the past few days I have:
I'd best go get my tea now. It's the season finale of Single-Handed tonight. Jack Driscoll, yay!
The announcer just said before Eastenders that "Now, it's a tough day for the women on the Square". So much worse than EVERY OTHER DAY I'm guessing.
Anyway. In the past few days I have:
- Finished George Gently Series 2. Now I have no more George Gently to watch. But on the plus side, I am all caught up for when they apparently show more George Gently later this year.
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gently_fans, a BBC press release says 4 episodes, and Lee Ingleby on Twitter says 2. But either way, there'll apparently be some. Hurrah.
I love George Gently, by the way. And Gently, and Bacchus, and Gently/Bacchus. People bang on a lot about how it's like a father/son relationship, and it kind of is, but it's also PLENTY SLASHY as well. - Saw the last two episodes of season 1 of Strike Back.
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jekesta was talking about it, and then I was looking through the Sky schedule and noticed they were repeating it. I watched one story over two episodes a year or two ago, and I seemed to remember enjoying it but thinking it was a little bit blah. But last night's episodes were really good. Richard Armitage is a bit great. I still need to see the first two episodes though. That's probably not the right order to watch them in. Oh well. - I saw the rest of Starkid's Starship. I do like Starkid. That's probably not a new sentiment. But I do.
- On Eastenders Michael went off on one about how he is jealous of his dad, actually, because his dad and his two brothers have funny little inside jokes and he's not in on it, with his own family. He wants to destroy his dad, and it's unclear whether it's so he can finally forgive him and get back in with his family, or so he can get his dad out of the way and take over as the head of the family, or just so he can have his revenge and then get lost.
The storyline is probably not going to go the fucked-up way I want it to, but I am happy to watch for a little while longer just in case it does. - And on Emmerdale, the new Cain storyline doesn't even make any sense, because he was devastated when Jasmine got pregnant and had an abortion behind his back, and wanted to kill Sadie for paying for it. So it's awful, and doesn't even fit in with his characterisation. So hurrah.
I'd best go get my tea now. It's the season finale of Single-Handed tonight. Jack Driscoll, yay!
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Aug. 1st, 2011 11:18 pmYesterday I woke up to pretty massive period pains, and despite getting up pretty late (3-ish), I ended up going to lie down again for a while because curling up on the couch made stomach feel like it was stabbing me, and standing up made me feel hot and like I was going to throw up. Which I did not want to do, having just taken a painkiller.
But eventually I felt much better, and last night I was rewarded with Inspector George Gently, Sugartown, and new Dragon's Den. Inspector George Gently was supposed to be about the hippie movement in England in the 60s, and Gently and Bacchus finding themselves in the middle of a social and sexual revolution. I had high hopes for the episode, and it did not disappoint. I don't really understand the lack of fandom for George Gently. One of them's a Professional, and I've heard loads of people talk about how much they love Lee Ingleby. But anyway. Whatever. The episode also featured someone who is currently in Hollyoaks, which was quite pleasant as well. Hurrah.
They didn't really explain who the new person was on Dragon's Den. Only after rewatching it a couple of times did I hear that she got rich through the haulage industry. She has weird hair and weird make-up and weird clothes/shoulder pads. But sometimes she was really lovely, and sometimes she got really angry, and she has quite a lovely gravelly voice. So I quite like her. Also I LOVE DEBORAH MEADEN. That is all.
Today turned out to not be a very much better day. Our dog is quite old now and a bit less in control of himself than he used to be, and after spending a while downstairs having a sandwich and whatever, I went to go out and found that he'd pooed all over the garage. Including one bit right between a pair of my trainers, though not on them, so I guess I was lucky in a way. Then I went out to the shop, and I had some music in, and there were about three or four young women walking the opposite way to me across the street with their kids, and I heard one of them shouting, and I turned round to look, and she was shouting at one of her kids. Pretty nastily really. But I was obviously looking for a moment too long, because she noticed me, and started shouting something about how she was shouting at her kids, did I have something I wanted to say about it? I still had my music in, so I couldn't really hear her, so I just looked away and kept walking, and that was that really. But it wasn't very pleasant. Then I went home, messed about in my bedroom for a while, my dad came home and cleared up the garage (I would have liked to clear it up for him in some ways, but I really just wasn't touching that), and then later on was watching TV, and the dog started squeaking again, so I went to let him out, and found that in the garage once again our cat had left a dead animal for us. Except not so much the outside of that animal. My dad ended up clearing up that one too. Poor dad.
But after and in between all of that, I did get the usual Monday/Friday night soap marathon. Hollyoaks, Emmerdale, Coronation Street, Eastenders, Coronation Street. Phew.
Hollyoaks was quite good, plenty of Ste/Brendan, but I might well have enjoyed it more if I hadn't, just before watching it, read a Ste/Brendan fic that I thought was just a fic, but I eventually realised was the events of the episode from Ste's point of view, which the writer had obviously seen on E4 on Friday. And didn't warn for spoilers for it, or anything. It was still good though.
( Emmerdale )
Phew. And now ( Coronation Street )
And then there was Eastenders. The Michael/Anthony corruption storyline isn't being as brilliant as I'd hoped, but there's still a little bit every episode where Anthony will specifically say something either acknowledging Michael or trying to get Michael to agree with him, and Michael largely ignores him, but sometimes he'll stick up for Anthony or look over when something Anthony has done has gone right, and smile a little bit. So I'm still watching it. I get the feeling that it might become a bigger thing later on, when the storyline progresses a bit. I have to say though, Michael isn't doing too great at manipulative incest at the moment, but he is doing pretty well at being a nutcase. Honestly. He's like the Joker. He's not as good as the Joker. But you get the idea. For a soap. It's all little twitches and funny smiles. He's very good at it. Kind of a jerk, a lot of the time, but pretty good at it all the same.
Also, I found myself slightly shipping Masood/Yusuf. Now that Yusuf is all canonically acting a bit creepy, and their tension has become slightly less about being weird around Zainab, and more about shooting each other heated looks across tables and making catty remarks at each other. I'm not interested in them, but like I say, I like it better them just hating each other than being weird with Zainab. So hurrah. I guess.
And now it's really hot, so I'm going to go change, possibly.
But eventually I felt much better, and last night I was rewarded with Inspector George Gently, Sugartown, and new Dragon's Den. Inspector George Gently was supposed to be about the hippie movement in England in the 60s, and Gently and Bacchus finding themselves in the middle of a social and sexual revolution. I had high hopes for the episode, and it did not disappoint. I don't really understand the lack of fandom for George Gently. One of them's a Professional, and I've heard loads of people talk about how much they love Lee Ingleby. But anyway. Whatever. The episode also featured someone who is currently in Hollyoaks, which was quite pleasant as well. Hurrah.
They didn't really explain who the new person was on Dragon's Den. Only after rewatching it a couple of times did I hear that she got rich through the haulage industry. She has weird hair and weird make-up and weird clothes/shoulder pads. But sometimes she was really lovely, and sometimes she got really angry, and she has quite a lovely gravelly voice. So I quite like her. Also I LOVE DEBORAH MEADEN. That is all.
Today turned out to not be a very much better day. Our dog is quite old now and a bit less in control of himself than he used to be, and after spending a while downstairs having a sandwich and whatever, I went to go out and found that he'd pooed all over the garage. Including one bit right between a pair of my trainers, though not on them, so I guess I was lucky in a way. Then I went out to the shop, and I had some music in, and there were about three or four young women walking the opposite way to me across the street with their kids, and I heard one of them shouting, and I turned round to look, and she was shouting at one of her kids. Pretty nastily really. But I was obviously looking for a moment too long, because she noticed me, and started shouting something about how she was shouting at her kids, did I have something I wanted to say about it? I still had my music in, so I couldn't really hear her, so I just looked away and kept walking, and that was that really. But it wasn't very pleasant. Then I went home, messed about in my bedroom for a while, my dad came home and cleared up the garage (I would have liked to clear it up for him in some ways, but I really just wasn't touching that), and then later on was watching TV, and the dog started squeaking again, so I went to let him out, and found that in the garage once again our cat had left a dead animal for us. Except not so much the outside of that animal. My dad ended up clearing up that one too. Poor dad.
But after and in between all of that, I did get the usual Monday/Friday night soap marathon. Hollyoaks, Emmerdale, Coronation Street, Eastenders, Coronation Street. Phew.
Hollyoaks was quite good, plenty of Ste/Brendan, but I might well have enjoyed it more if I hadn't, just before watching it, read a Ste/Brendan fic that I thought was just a fic, but I eventually realised was the events of the episode from Ste's point of view, which the writer had obviously seen on E4 on Friday. And didn't warn for spoilers for it, or anything. It was still good though.
( Emmerdale )
Phew. And now ( Coronation Street )
And then there was Eastenders. The Michael/Anthony corruption storyline isn't being as brilliant as I'd hoped, but there's still a little bit every episode where Anthony will specifically say something either acknowledging Michael or trying to get Michael to agree with him, and Michael largely ignores him, but sometimes he'll stick up for Anthony or look over when something Anthony has done has gone right, and smile a little bit. So I'm still watching it. I get the feeling that it might become a bigger thing later on, when the storyline progresses a bit. I have to say though, Michael isn't doing too great at manipulative incest at the moment, but he is doing pretty well at being a nutcase. Honestly. He's like the Joker. He's not as good as the Joker. But you get the idea. For a soap. It's all little twitches and funny smiles. He's very good at it. Kind of a jerk, a lot of the time, but pretty good at it all the same.
Also, I found myself slightly shipping Masood/Yusuf. Now that Yusuf is all canonically acting a bit creepy, and their tension has become slightly less about being weird around Zainab, and more about shooting each other heated looks across tables and making catty remarks at each other. I'm not interested in them, but like I say, I like it better them just hating each other than being weird with Zainab. So hurrah. I guess.
And now it's really hot, so I'm going to go change, possibly.
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Jul. 27th, 2011 11:29 pmA nice thing, I suppose, about Livejournal being down for everyone all at once is that at least when it comes back it doesn't take forever to catch up on your flist. Not that I'm condoning this kind of behaviour. Bad form, LJ.
Anyway. The post I was going to make on Monday was about how I had two goals for myself to achieve that day, and I did both of them! Hurray for me. One was to photocopy my sick note and letter and get it sent off to the DWP, and the other was to go into Santander, hopefully figure out my ISA details and transfer some money to my normal account so I could pay my mum back for the Slightly Expensive Necklace she got for me in Prague. Accomplishment. It's awesome.
Other things that have happened or been happening in the last few days:
I think that's everything. YOU ARE ALL CAUGHT UP. And if you aren't, I will probably mention it in another post. OH.
It think that's everything. And now I sincerely hope that this posts, although there seems to be some chance that it won't.
Anyway. The post I was going to make on Monday was about how I had two goals for myself to achieve that day, and I did both of them! Hurray for me. One was to photocopy my sick note and letter and get it sent off to the DWP, and the other was to go into Santander, hopefully figure out my ISA details and transfer some money to my normal account so I could pay my mum back for the Slightly Expensive Necklace she got for me in Prague. Accomplishment. It's awesome.
Other things that have happened or been happening in the last few days:
- Eastenders got SUDDENLY GAY again. It's kind of a shame, because Eastenders is still rubbish - the men who acted nice but seemed like they might later become sinister are now indeed acting sinisterly. And the men who don't like those guys seem to be awful as well. BUT. There's a character in it called Michael, who came in a while ago. At first I'm found him annoying, then his dad came into the show and it turned out Michael thought his dad had killed his mum and hated him, and it seemed like he might get interesting. Then he decided he liked his friend's wife, tried it on with her, and when she turned him down he tried to ruin her life, and I hated him again. However, when his dad came in, he came in with a brother of Michael's, and then this Monday another brother turned up. And unless I am very much mistaken, the minute Michael saw this brother he stood up straighter and was looking over. And the minute the brother saw Michael he started giving him lingering, yearning looks. Then he came over and started talking about some conversation he and Michael and their dad had had two years before, which Michael didn't remember, but which was obviously quite important to his brother. It was about goal-line technology. I decided to look online to see if we'd been given any more information on this new brother (Anthony), and on the first page of results was an article about how "Anthony had been corrupted by Michael at a young age". And went on to say that Anthony was probably the quietest of the three brothers, and would probably be focusing on the business for a bit and wouldn't be interested in girls for a while. And if anyone doesn't believe me about this, it's here. It's quite special.
So I might be giving Eastenders another go, for a little bit. - I quite like Sugartown, which started on Sunday.
- I love George Gently, which was also on on Sunday.
- I went to a corn maze with my nephew and mum. The corn was only about waist-high, but you had to get to workstations in it to complete a worksheet/quiz thing, and in some ways that made it more infuriating, because you could SEE them, but you couldn't GET to them. It was fun though. Later I got stalked by a duck and nearly bitten by a horse, and it turned out I'd managed to get soil all up my legs inside my jeans, but we did have quite a good time.
- I have been watching 666theheartless666 long play videos, after someone referenced him on fandom secrets. Partly because he did Fatal Frame, one of which I looked on long long before I got any kind of game console. It was both hilarious (his commentary) and terrifying (the actual game). He's worth a look if you like that kind of thing though, he's quite funny.
- Today on Hollyoaks Seth and Brendan had a scene together! None of you will probably know what that means! Essentially, Seth and Brendan are two characters I really like, who don't have much of a reason to have scenes together very often. But today they did. Although it wasn't so much a scene as Brendan whizzing by at the end of Seth's scene to steal his ice-cream and say "You snooze, you lose, kid!". But still. Contact!
- And I booked my hotel for the Riverside Festival in Nottingham. K got back to me and said she couldn't decide whether she was going or not until after she got back from Berlin and knew how broke/tired she'd be, so she might be there, she might not. But I am definitely going. Woo!
I think that's everything. YOU ARE ALL CAUGHT UP. And if you aren't, I will probably mention it in another post. OH.
- On Sunday night, while I was up on the internet not going to bed despite having stuff to do the next day, I came up with the idea for a Silent Hill Texts From Last Night tumblr. I still can't tell if this was sleep-deprived genius, or sleep-deprived craziness. Also, I'm weirdly into Silent Hill fandom considering that I've never actually played the games. I may yet one day though.
It think that's everything. And now I sincerely hope that this posts, although there seems to be some chance that it won't.
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Jun. 30th, 2010 09:53 pmI sometimes imagine the episodes soaps would have focusing on the dead characters wandering round as ghosts. Tonight on Eastenders Stacey was wishing Bradley was still alive, and the thought of him laying down in the bed beside her as she slept was kind of heartbreaking, and looking in on her new baby daughter and smiling. And Danielle coming back to be with Ronnie, since they couldn't be together much in life.
I have been planning the Coronation Street halloween episode they will surely do at some point for A WHILE. With Tony Gordon hanging around in Maria's house, making sure to stay out of sight, and watching her and thinking about the life he could have had with her if he hadn't been caught out (I love that in a roundabout way, she was the one who caught him, I love it), or if he hadn't killed Liam and Liam had left her and they'd gotten together anyway. Liam could come back and be with Carla for a bit, since again, they didn't get much chance to do that in life. He might have to fight his brother for the right though, but maybe his brother will be a big enough man to step aside. And Richard Hillman could still be haunting the Platt household, because he wanted to be a husband to Gail and a father to David, Sarah and Nick, and that hasn't changed just because he's dead. And oh.
Mostly the Emmerdale episodes consists of Matthew coming back to sort of comfort and sort of taunt Carl, and to have a look at his new niece, and Tom King maybe to see his sons, and maybe just to wander around Home Farm and think about how it all went wrong. And now, it involved Mark Wylde coming back to stroke Maisie's hair while she sleeps, mostly, and look in on Will, and then look in on Nathan and just sort of worry about what's happening to him now. And maybe to look in on Natasha and think 'Fair enough, I was a jerk to you and you killed me. What are you going to do now, Natasha??'.
Livejournal has been a bit quiet for the last few days. On my end it's mostly because I've been trying to finally tidy up my bedroom, a mere 3 and a half or 4 months since I moved all my stuff from Nottingham to my parents'. My dad has said he wants it doing this week, which is fair enough really. My mum is helping me out, and it is a bit embarassing that I need my mum's help to tidy my room, but it's much appreciated. And it is more like moving in to my room, really. But anyway, we spent a lot of yesterday going through my old documents and letters so I could put the important stuff in a drawer, and I ended up shredding a bunch of bills from like, my old flat, and mobile phone bills from 2008. YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE COMPANY MIGHT CALL UP AND BE ALL, HEY, YOU OWED US £3000 LAST MAY AND YOU NEVER PAID IT, PAY UP NOW, AND YOU WILL NEED PROOF THAT IT WASN'T ON YOUR BILL. PROOF. But anyway, it's coming along, and I actually have some surfaces now to put ornaments on. I fear the time is coming when I will have to decide which ornaments I want out and have room for though, and which need to go into the loft. Or rather, into the cupboards above my wardrobe, where I will be able to reach them a bit more easily. Mwuhaha.
I spent today, when I was doing anything productive, going through a whole stack of pictures and cuttings I've had in a drawer since before I moved out in 2006. It was weird, introspective and retrospective at the same time. You can tell QUITE CLEARLY which pairings I liked from the sheer number of (often IDENTICAL) pictures I have of them. White Witch/Edmund pretty obviously rocked my world. But it's nice to see that I had a lot of pictures of ladies, too, I got the idea somehow that in my early years I mostly or only liked male actors and characters, and it was through fandom and people I met here that I got to properly like female actors and characters. It definitely helped I think, but no, I have always liked women apparently. And I found some old cuttings from J17, back when it was brilliant and I loved it. I found one of the first pictures that made me think I might actually be gay or bisexual, I think (Renee Zellweger in the bath). And I found the tag from maybe my favourite bag ever, which I got from an art gallery, and it turns out the company that made it is still running, so there's a chance, just a chance, that if it breaks or wears out, that I can go back to them and be all 'Can you make me a new one please?'. It was a bit weird, but it was pretty good.
However, I also appear to have lost a few things. There are like, 6 or 7 collections of Fables that I just cannot find. I'm pretty sure I bought them. I can't remember giving them away or selling them or anything. I even looked in the drawer under my bed where I often forget I have a bunch of old books, and lo, I managed to find one of my old Sandman books that I actually would LIKE to get rid of, and no, I cannot find them, or think where they might. I CANNOT THINK OF ANYWHERE I MIGHT HAVE LOST OR MISPLACED 6 OR 7 BIG GRAPHIC NOVELS IN MY ROOM, OR WHERE I MIGHT HAVE PUT THEM OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM. WHERE COULD THEY BE? Also, I can't find The Chesnut Soldier, which is a book I lent toalicamel last year, and she definitely gave me it back and I knew I hadn't put it back with the other books in that trilogy, but I cannot find it now or think where it might be. Also I can't find an ENTIRE POST on a friend of mine's Livejournal, and she doesn't have many entries on her journal and I cannot find it, but I am sure it was her who posted it, I'm sure it was, but I can't see it anywhere. This has been a very good day for finding things, but a bit of a strange few days for losing things. Hmm.
I have been planning the Coronation Street halloween episode they will surely do at some point for A WHILE. With Tony Gordon hanging around in Maria's house, making sure to stay out of sight, and watching her and thinking about the life he could have had with her if he hadn't been caught out (I love that in a roundabout way, she was the one who caught him, I love it), or if he hadn't killed Liam and Liam had left her and they'd gotten together anyway. Liam could come back and be with Carla for a bit, since again, they didn't get much chance to do that in life. He might have to fight his brother for the right though, but maybe his brother will be a big enough man to step aside. And Richard Hillman could still be haunting the Platt household, because he wanted to be a husband to Gail and a father to David, Sarah and Nick, and that hasn't changed just because he's dead. And oh.
Mostly the Emmerdale episodes consists of Matthew coming back to sort of comfort and sort of taunt Carl, and to have a look at his new niece, and Tom King maybe to see his sons, and maybe just to wander around Home Farm and think about how it all went wrong. And now, it involved Mark Wylde coming back to stroke Maisie's hair while she sleeps, mostly, and look in on Will, and then look in on Nathan and just sort of worry about what's happening to him now. And maybe to look in on Natasha and think 'Fair enough, I was a jerk to you and you killed me. What are you going to do now, Natasha??'.
Livejournal has been a bit quiet for the last few days. On my end it's mostly because I've been trying to finally tidy up my bedroom, a mere 3 and a half or 4 months since I moved all my stuff from Nottingham to my parents'. My dad has said he wants it doing this week, which is fair enough really. My mum is helping me out, and it is a bit embarassing that I need my mum's help to tidy my room, but it's much appreciated. And it is more like moving in to my room, really. But anyway, we spent a lot of yesterday going through my old documents and letters so I could put the important stuff in a drawer, and I ended up shredding a bunch of bills from like, my old flat, and mobile phone bills from 2008. YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE COMPANY MIGHT CALL UP AND BE ALL, HEY, YOU OWED US £3000 LAST MAY AND YOU NEVER PAID IT, PAY UP NOW, AND YOU WILL NEED PROOF THAT IT WASN'T ON YOUR BILL. PROOF. But anyway, it's coming along, and I actually have some surfaces now to put ornaments on. I fear the time is coming when I will have to decide which ornaments I want out and have room for though, and which need to go into the loft. Or rather, into the cupboards above my wardrobe, where I will be able to reach them a bit more easily. Mwuhaha.
I spent today, when I was doing anything productive, going through a whole stack of pictures and cuttings I've had in a drawer since before I moved out in 2006. It was weird, introspective and retrospective at the same time. You can tell QUITE CLEARLY which pairings I liked from the sheer number of (often IDENTICAL) pictures I have of them. White Witch/Edmund pretty obviously rocked my world. But it's nice to see that I had a lot of pictures of ladies, too, I got the idea somehow that in my early years I mostly or only liked male actors and characters, and it was through fandom and people I met here that I got to properly like female actors and characters. It definitely helped I think, but no, I have always liked women apparently. And I found some old cuttings from J17, back when it was brilliant and I loved it. I found one of the first pictures that made me think I might actually be gay or bisexual, I think (Renee Zellweger in the bath). And I found the tag from maybe my favourite bag ever, which I got from an art gallery, and it turns out the company that made it is still running, so there's a chance, just a chance, that if it breaks or wears out, that I can go back to them and be all 'Can you make me a new one please?'. It was a bit weird, but it was pretty good.
However, I also appear to have lost a few things. There are like, 6 or 7 collections of Fables that I just cannot find. I'm pretty sure I bought them. I can't remember giving them away or selling them or anything. I even looked in the drawer under my bed where I often forget I have a bunch of old books, and lo, I managed to find one of my old Sandman books that I actually would LIKE to get rid of, and no, I cannot find them, or think where they might. I CANNOT THINK OF ANYWHERE I MIGHT HAVE LOST OR MISPLACED 6 OR 7 BIG GRAPHIC NOVELS IN MY ROOM, OR WHERE I MIGHT HAVE PUT THEM OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM. WHERE COULD THEY BE? Also, I can't find The Chesnut Soldier, which is a book I lent to
alicamel last year, and she definitely gave me it back and I knew I hadn't put it back with the other books in that trilogy, but I cannot find it now or think where it might be. Also I can't find an ENTIRE POST on a friend of mine's Livejournal, and she doesn't have many entries on her journal and I cannot find it, but I am sure it was her who posted it, I'm sure it was, but I can't see it anywhere. This has been a very good day for finding things, but a bit of a strange few days for losing things. Hmm.(no subject)
Apr. 2nd, 2009 11:20 pmHello. I'm still around. I'm also an idiot, which should suprise no-one. I spent most of the last few weeks telling myself "I can't apply for jobs right now, I really need to tidy my flat", and "I can't tidy my flat right now, I really need to apply for jobs", and in fact, doing neither. I did manage to get enough actions for my Jobseeker's diary though. And apply for at least a few jobs. Which is a plus, really. I haven't posted Mohabattein back to whatho yet. I'm really sorry. I'm going to do it very soon, honestly.
What I have mostly been doing is looking for Rorschach/Adrian and Rorschach/Comedian Watchmen fic, and tracking the kink memes currently going on. With a slight dabble in Harry Potter Petunia and Pansy/Luna fic. What I have mostly found is that there isn't as much Rorschach/Adrian or Rorschach/Comedian fic as there is Rorschach/Nite Owl fic. To a pretty high degree. I was considering setting up a Rorschach/Adrian community, as there isn't one and it would be nice to have all the fic together, but suggesting it on the comms gained mixed opinions, so I might put it on hold for now.
Anyway. Besides that, I did have my birthday on Friday. Which was nice. I went back to my parents' on the Thursday, as I'm still not working, but it turned out we couldn't do anything on Friday until my dad got home from work and my nephew got out of school anyway. When they did, we went indoor, glow-in-the-dark-painted Atlantis/Mummy's Tomb mini-golfing. Which was fun, except for the part where we had to wear clear-ish 3D glasses which did, indeed, make the paintings on the walls look 3D, but made everything else look wobbly and out-of-focus, and basically made us feel a bit dizzy. But it was good. And then we went to Pizza Hut for a meal, and I got a medium pizza for the price of an individual because they had no individual Italian bases left, and then we went back to my parents' and had cake, and my nephew stayed at my parents' overnight even though his bedding and room weren't ready because he/my sister insisted, and it was slightly daunting, but alright.
What was less alright was the part where it turned out on Saturday that my dad had booked him and mum in for a test drive of a car, and he thought it would be fine to leave me to look after my nephew for "an hour/not long". Ten minutes after my parents left, my nephew decided he didn't want to watch cartoons anymore and wanted to read by himself on a couch. I went to the bathroom and told him I'd only be ten minutes, since he runs up and down the stairs without us all the time anyway and doesn't need watching all the time. I was in the bathroom for about ten minutes, and then I heard the sound of my nephew running up the stairs, and then the sound of something falling down the stairs. I rushed out, and he was laid at the bottom, crying, saying he'd fallen down the stairs and hit his head on the radiator. A quick call round revealed that both my parents had left their mobile phones at home, and I was left checking my nephew's head, asking him which stair he was on, which he couldn't tell me, and asking if he felt sick or tired and trying to check his pupil dilation, which he didn't want to let me do. He was fine, pretty much after about half an hour, but it was still quite scary. My parent's finally came home two hours later, and I made a bit of a big deal about them leaving their phones at home. But anyway. It all turned out okay.
We went out for Sunday dinner on the Sunday, and then I came back to Nottingham. Since then I have mostly been trying to run around and register with a new agency and pay some bills, and decide what to spend my birthday money on. Both of which are going fine this far.
I have Casualty news from Saturday. A porter man was going around trying to sort out a leaving do for a nurse who was leaving the department, and trying to get a leaver's book filled in for her, and he went into the men's toilets to speak to Mr Jordan. Jordan said something about the man following him around, and the porter man said "I need your entry", and then they sort of looked at each other for a minute. JORDAN IS AS GAY AS ANYTHING, AND WHERE IS TOBY? WHERE? Nowhere to be seen. Hmph.
Tonight Eastenders made me cry for the first time in a few months, and while that's an achievement I suppose, it still seems like a pretty rubbish way to end that quite high profile, quite drawn-out storyline. I had sort of heard things about this possibly being what was going to happen, and about the particular episode that made me think it was going that way, but still. And particularly the way they ended up doing it, which was a bit ridiculous. OH GOD ( Characters that are spoilers ). Oh God. In my head they get an alternate ending and spin-off where they go off and fight crime or demons. Oh god. Dude. Honestly.
whatho yet. I'm really sorry. I'm going to do it very soon, honestly.What I have mostly been doing is looking for Rorschach/Adrian and Rorschach/Comedian Watchmen fic, and tracking the kink memes currently going on. With a slight dabble in Harry Potter Petunia and Pansy/Luna fic. What I have mostly found is that there isn't as much Rorschach/Adrian or Rorschach/Comedian fic as there is Rorschach/Nite Owl fic. To a pretty high degree. I was considering setting up a Rorschach/Adrian community, as there isn't one and it would be nice to have all the fic together, but suggesting it on the comms gained mixed opinions, so I might put it on hold for now.
Anyway. Besides that, I did have my birthday on Friday. Which was nice. I went back to my parents' on the Thursday, as I'm still not working, but it turned out we couldn't do anything on Friday until my dad got home from work and my nephew got out of school anyway. When they did, we went indoor, glow-in-the-dark-painted Atlantis/Mummy's Tomb mini-golfing. Which was fun, except for the part where we had to wear clear-ish 3D glasses which did, indeed, make the paintings on the walls look 3D, but made everything else look wobbly and out-of-focus, and basically made us feel a bit dizzy. But it was good. And then we went to Pizza Hut for a meal, and I got a medium pizza for the price of an individual because they had no individual Italian bases left, and then we went back to my parents' and had cake, and my nephew stayed at my parents' overnight even though his bedding and room weren't ready because he/my sister insisted, and it was slightly daunting, but alright.
What was less alright was the part where it turned out on Saturday that my dad had booked him and mum in for a test drive of a car, and he thought it would be fine to leave me to look after my nephew for "an hour/not long". Ten minutes after my parents left, my nephew decided he didn't want to watch cartoons anymore and wanted to read by himself on a couch. I went to the bathroom and told him I'd only be ten minutes, since he runs up and down the stairs without us all the time anyway and doesn't need watching all the time. I was in the bathroom for about ten minutes, and then I heard the sound of my nephew running up the stairs, and then the sound of something falling down the stairs. I rushed out, and he was laid at the bottom, crying, saying he'd fallen down the stairs and hit his head on the radiator. A quick call round revealed that both my parents had left their mobile phones at home, and I was left checking my nephew's head, asking him which stair he was on, which he couldn't tell me, and asking if he felt sick or tired and trying to check his pupil dilation, which he didn't want to let me do. He was fine, pretty much after about half an hour, but it was still quite scary. My parent's finally came home two hours later, and I made a bit of a big deal about them leaving their phones at home. But anyway. It all turned out okay.
We went out for Sunday dinner on the Sunday, and then I came back to Nottingham. Since then I have mostly been trying to run around and register with a new agency and pay some bills, and decide what to spend my birthday money on. Both of which are going fine this far.
I have Casualty news from Saturday. A porter man was going around trying to sort out a leaving do for a nurse who was leaving the department, and trying to get a leaver's book filled in for her, and he went into the men's toilets to speak to Mr Jordan. Jordan said something about the man following him around, and the porter man said "I need your entry", and then they sort of looked at each other for a minute. JORDAN IS AS GAY AS ANYTHING, AND WHERE IS TOBY? WHERE? Nowhere to be seen. Hmph.
Tonight Eastenders made me cry for the first time in a few months, and while that's an achievement I suppose, it still seems like a pretty rubbish way to end that quite high profile, quite drawn-out storyline. I had sort of heard things about this possibly being what was going to happen, and about the particular episode that made me think it was going that way, but still. And particularly the way they ended up doing it, which was a bit ridiculous. OH GOD ( Characters that are spoilers ). Oh God. In my head they get an alternate ending and spin-off where they go off and fight crime or demons. Oh god. Dude. Honestly.
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Feb. 1st, 2009 10:05 pmI've just watched Dancing on Ice. Donal Macintyre is beautiful, he danced tonight to a Blues Brothers song and wore a glittery striped suit, and his partner started off wearing a glittery suit jacket too. He wasn't brilliant, he fell, but he was BRILLIANT. When the Nasty judge, Jason Gardiner, started criticising him, the audience BOOED THROUGHOUT his speech. When it came to the dance-off, Donal and Florentine were the first to be announced as safe for another week. It was a bit great. I love Dancing On Ice. Although I didn't think the right person got through the skate-off eventually.
I have to go to bed soon, because I'm working in the morning. And at a place I used to work at, so I already know it quite well, which is nice. And relieves the pressure from not earning anything for a while. Although I won't actually get paid for another two weeks, unfortunately. But hopefully in time for February's rent. I have to tell/ask them tomorrow for two days off for Redemption though. Ulp.
I had been doing some thinking over the weekend about characters I tend to like, and I was going to post about it, but I don't think I have enough time now. Oh well.
Oh! And I was also going to say that I am SUDDENLY INTO ALL THE SOAPS at the moment. There's always been Emmerdale of course, but at the moment Debbie has a massive storyline, which isn't very fair. But now I've been sucked into the Ronnie/Danielle (/I love Stacey) debacle on Eastenders, and the new violent problematic teenage boy on Coronation Street spent the entirety of Friday night stalking David Platt. Currently I'm plotting the fic where they become quite good friends AND THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS. I get the feeling this won't be good for my free time though.
The weekend was lovely. We took my nephews to the local soft play area at Xscape, and I got to climb those levelled column things, crawl through tunnels and slide on slides in the name of watching my nephew. My other nephew, whose first birthday it was, laughed for about two minutes straight because I crawled under a slide and looked at him from under it. And then we went home and had cake. It was lovely. We've said we might go mini-golfing for my birthday. I rather hope we do do that.
As an aside, that Lighthouse Holiday I was talking about the other week, turns out to be really near to Clevedon, the town where mum, dad and I got stuck when our car broke down on the way to Cornwall one year. The lovely town, which we ended up really quite enjoying, I mean to say. The lighthouse bit remains a Fantasy Holiday for the most part, but it would be nice to go down there again some day.
I have to go to bed soon, because I'm working in the morning. And at a place I used to work at, so I already know it quite well, which is nice. And relieves the pressure from not earning anything for a while. Although I won't actually get paid for another two weeks, unfortunately. But hopefully in time for February's rent. I have to tell/ask them tomorrow for two days off for Redemption though. Ulp.
I had been doing some thinking over the weekend about characters I tend to like, and I was going to post about it, but I don't think I have enough time now. Oh well.
Oh! And I was also going to say that I am SUDDENLY INTO ALL THE SOAPS at the moment. There's always been Emmerdale of course, but at the moment Debbie has a massive storyline, which isn't very fair. But now I've been sucked into the Ronnie/Danielle (/I love Stacey) debacle on Eastenders, and the new violent problematic teenage boy on Coronation Street spent the entirety of Friday night stalking David Platt. Currently I'm plotting the fic where they become quite good friends AND THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS. I get the feeling this won't be good for my free time though.
The weekend was lovely. We took my nephews to the local soft play area at Xscape, and I got to climb those levelled column things, crawl through tunnels and slide on slides in the name of watching my nephew. My other nephew, whose first birthday it was, laughed for about two minutes straight because I crawled under a slide and looked at him from under it. And then we went home and had cake. It was lovely. We've said we might go mini-golfing for my birthday. I rather hope we do do that.
As an aside, that Lighthouse Holiday I was talking about the other week, turns out to be really near to Clevedon, the town where mum, dad and I got stuck when our car broke down on the way to Cornwall one year. The lovely town, which we ended up really quite enjoying, I mean to say. The lighthouse bit remains a Fantasy Holiday for the most part, but it would be nice to go down there again some day.
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Jan. 18th, 2009 06:15 pmSo. While I've been out of work, I've been getting up pretty late. Waking up late, and then lying in for a bit. But waking up when it's getting dark, that's a new one.
It's pretty much my own fault though, I think. I had a few goals yesterday, and one was to get up in time to listen to the Adam and Joe show in my flat without having to turn on my computer for the first time, on my shiny new digital radio. Which I did, despite not going to bed, again, until about half past 3 in the morning. After a similar night on Thursday of staying up but still getting up earlier than usual. And not going to bed early last night. Yep.
Yesterday was pretty good though, actually. I did indeed get up in time for the Adam and Joe show. I got three packages in the mail, which my neighbour brought in and knocked on the door to give me, because one was a bit ripped. And they were You Don't Mess With The Zohan, the Fleet Foxes EP, and C.R.A.Z.Y. Which was nice. The envelope that was a bit ripped turned out to be my new bank card. That's only sad because I remember when I used to look at the expiry date on my old card and think "Oh, that's years away!". But oh well. The new one is the same colour as my Eden Project membership card though. That might cause some confusion.
My other goal was to go into town for the first time that week, and to get back before the gales hit. Which I did, although not so much through being early as through the gale not really appearing. It started to rain a bit last night, about 8-ish. I was promised a gale. I pictured being in my flat with food and the heating turned up while the windows rattled. Knowing me, it'll probably hit tomorrow or something, when I actually need to go shopping.
And I stopped into Evolution in town, where they were having a sale, and I got two lovely little jewellery holders that were reduced to £1. It turns out they have lids that come off and smack against the floor very easily, but they're just a bit wobbly now, and haven't actually broken. And I managed to get The Independent, and the free Frost-Nixon interview dvd, which I might not watch until after seeing the film. It was brilliant. Except for the lack of a gale.
In fannish news, I'm not massively a fan of Eastenders except for how STACEY IS AMAZING, but I'm sort of fascinated by how long they're dragging out the Ronnie-Danielle long-lost-daughter storyline. I think Ronnie could now reasonably sing the Johanna song from Sweeney Todd, if she wanted to. There are people who think it's going to go on till March, around Mother's Day. Blimey.
It's pretty much my own fault though, I think. I had a few goals yesterday, and one was to get up in time to listen to the Adam and Joe show in my flat without having to turn on my computer for the first time, on my shiny new digital radio. Which I did, despite not going to bed, again, until about half past 3 in the morning. After a similar night on Thursday of staying up but still getting up earlier than usual. And not going to bed early last night. Yep.
Yesterday was pretty good though, actually. I did indeed get up in time for the Adam and Joe show. I got three packages in the mail, which my neighbour brought in and knocked on the door to give me, because one was a bit ripped. And they were You Don't Mess With The Zohan, the Fleet Foxes EP, and C.R.A.Z.Y. Which was nice. The envelope that was a bit ripped turned out to be my new bank card. That's only sad because I remember when I used to look at the expiry date on my old card and think "Oh, that's years away!". But oh well. The new one is the same colour as my Eden Project membership card though. That might cause some confusion.
My other goal was to go into town for the first time that week, and to get back before the gales hit. Which I did, although not so much through being early as through the gale not really appearing. It started to rain a bit last night, about 8-ish. I was promised a gale. I pictured being in my flat with food and the heating turned up while the windows rattled. Knowing me, it'll probably hit tomorrow or something, when I actually need to go shopping.
And I stopped into Evolution in town, where they were having a sale, and I got two lovely little jewellery holders that were reduced to £1. It turns out they have lids that come off and smack against the floor very easily, but they're just a bit wobbly now, and haven't actually broken. And I managed to get The Independent, and the free Frost-Nixon interview dvd, which I might not watch until after seeing the film. It was brilliant. Except for the lack of a gale.
In fannish news, I'm not massively a fan of Eastenders except for how STACEY IS AMAZING, but I'm sort of fascinated by how long they're dragging out the Ronnie-Danielle long-lost-daughter storyline. I think Ronnie could now reasonably sing the Johanna song from Sweeney Todd, if she wanted to. There are people who think it's going to go on till March, around Mother's Day. Blimey.
Things from last week
Oct. 20th, 2008 10:55 pmSo.
I spent a good part of last week off work sick, with period pains, and it's unfortunate that came just before the job finished. I went to the doctor and picked up some methanoic acid, although apparently Ibuprofen (which I assumed had pretty much the same effect as paracetamol) might have been a first place to start. But I have it now, so I'll see how things go next month.
I was unemployed for a whole day today. And slept in and didn't have a shower till the middle of the day. Which was fairly fitting.
I don't actually mind the prospect of a week off, except for the fact I won't be getting paid and don't have much money I need to go to the bank some time this week and sort out the transfer of my account from a Student account. Which they seem to have now spotted.
Yesterday, I made a bit of a step away from Tesco's, after a year or two of saying I wasn't going to shop there anymore. It turns out they're selling some shark fin products in their Thailand stores, and that struck me as a reason to finally boycott them. The problem is, the next nearest big supermarket is Sainsbury's, which is on a road parallel to mine, and there are no direct buses to it from my road. So it's a bit of a walk, or a matter of bus-hopping. But I did it yesterday, so we'll see how it goes. I haven't decided if it's actually more expensive at Sainsbury's or not.
Incidentally, Lush are now doing Shark Fin Soap (not made of sharks' fins), a portion of whose profits go to the Sea Shepherd organisation, which are now involved with shark conservation apparently. If anyone's interested in funding shark conservation while buying toiletries. It smells nice too. Lemongrass, I think.
In other news:
I spent a good part of last week off work sick, with period pains, and it's unfortunate that came just before the job finished. I went to the doctor and picked up some methanoic acid, although apparently Ibuprofen (which I assumed had pretty much the same effect as paracetamol) might have been a first place to start. But I have it now, so I'll see how things go next month.
I was unemployed for a whole day today. And slept in and didn't have a shower till the middle of the day. Which was fairly fitting.
I don't actually mind the prospect of a week off, except for the fact I won't be getting paid and don't have much money I need to go to the bank some time this week and sort out the transfer of my account from a Student account. Which they seem to have now spotted.
Yesterday, I made a bit of a step away from Tesco's, after a year or two of saying I wasn't going to shop there anymore. It turns out they're selling some shark fin products in their Thailand stores, and that struck me as a reason to finally boycott them. The problem is, the next nearest big supermarket is Sainsbury's, which is on a road parallel to mine, and there are no direct buses to it from my road. So it's a bit of a walk, or a matter of bus-hopping. But I did it yesterday, so we'll see how it goes. I haven't decided if it's actually more expensive at Sainsbury's or not.
Incidentally, Lush are now doing Shark Fin Soap (not made of sharks' fins), a portion of whose profits go to the Sea Shepherd organisation, which are now involved with shark conservation apparently. If anyone's interested in funding shark conservation while buying toiletries. It smells nice too. Lemongrass, I think.
In other news:
- I really love the new Eastenders advert. Although that could be because of Stacey in a maid's outfit.
- I love Toby De Silva. So much. He is BEAUTIFUL.
- You can buy In Deep DVDs at some Australian website. Who knew?
Things I love:
Things I don't like:
- Sean and Stacey Slater.
- The guy I saw in the Little Shop of Horrors stage show was Southern and had slicked-back hair and pointy boots and was a bit perfect. But Steve Martin makes a pretty damn good Arvin Scrivello too.
- Batman - The Dark Knight: Yay. (spoilers for a scene, sort of).
- Justin from out of Hollyoaks.
Things I don't like:
- The new ads for Oasis. What are they even trying to say? Who made them? Why?
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Dec. 21st, 2006 11:16 pmToday wasn't quite like I expected it to be.
The day I expected:
Getting into the office at 8:30 for a calm, relaxed few hours, where nobody really did anything because it was Christmas and only a half day, and mostly I'd spend chatting with the office ladies, both of whom would be in early, joking and winding down. Leaving at 11:30 to go to a local tapas restaurant for the Christmas lunch at 12, with interesting food constantly on offer and plenty of people to talk to in a relaxed atmosphere outside of work. Getting home at about 2-ish and just savouring the fact that I didn't have to work again till Christmas, and never had to do filing there under my dad's watchful eye again.
The day that actually happened:
As fellow office lady Brenda predicted, the last day before Christmas was the day when everyone scrambled around trying to get everything finished before they left. Possibly EVERY LOOSE SHEET on people's desks was put in the filing trays, and they were also tidying their desks, which meant putting files away WHEREVER in the filing room. Except I didn't get a chance to do any filing, because people were constantly asking me to do letters, amend reports they hadn't actually said they wanted done by the end of the day, and type things up. One office lady didn't get in till 11 o'clock, as usual, and they were both busy as hell until we left. About 40 or 50 of us, it turned out, were going for this lunch, and everyone was mostly in their departmental clumps, so I ended up talking to/sitting with my dad most of the time.
Christmas lunch in a tapas restaurant is VERY DIFFERENT from going out for dinner at a tapas restaurant. It took us about an hour to stop drinking and go get sat down. Then another half hour for them to bring out some food. But there were only three things, and when they were finished no-one was sure whether there was going to be anything else, because no-one had a copy of the set menu. Till SOME HERO found one a bit later. So we all sat around, ordering more drinks, not sure if it would be more worth our while to leave as food had ended. But eventually they brought out more stuff, and it was nice, but no-one was sure when things came if more was coming, or if the next thing would be something they liked, so they basically filled up on each thing, and ended up feeling sick. It was a NERVE-RACKING ADVENTURE with spicy potatoes. Then it turned out there was no pudding with this lunch. NO PUDDING. But then half an hour after they'd cleared away the plates they brought out coffee and dessert menus, and it turned out we could HAVE dessert, but we'd have to put it extra on the company tab. We did. Dessert was mainly cheescake and ice-cream. I picked cheesecake.
And then, half an hour later, they brought it, and half an hour after that people had finished and been pleasantly drunk for awhile, and dinner was over, and dad and I decided to leave. Not before dad got some ribbing because of the story I accidentally told about how at last year's work lunch I didn't hear from him till 7.30, when he phoned me up drunk to tell me he was getting on a train, then an hour later to tell me he'd got on a train, and it went to Sheffield, and had waited and got on another train, and it went to Sheffield, but now he was definitely on the right train and would be home soon. It was agreed that mum should be on the platform waiting just in case he was asleep. He was. I assumed, since it was a work do, that they would all know about this. Wrong. Anyway. So we left, and people kept asking if I was staying for another drink, and was I going now?, and why wasn't I coming out drinking with them afterwards?, and I just felt SO AWFUL that I wasn't going to stay out with these nice people who I'd worked with for 7 months and would probably never see again. And apparently liked me. One girl seemed to get a bit emotional about it. I'm always mostly suprised when people like me, because people tend to be quite quiet about that kind of thing, and can still seem to feel a bit awkward talking to you. And I guess because I'm quite quiet, and mostly assume people haven't noticed me. It's nice to find out that people do - but sad that it tends to happen when you're leaving them.
But it was a nice day. The food was different, and interesting, and I learned the sheer miracle of garlic mayonnaise on crusty bread, and they got me a leaving card, and dad and I had a writing war on the restaurant paper tablecloth. And it was fun. Sadly on the way home I was struck not so much with relief that I didn't have to work again till Christmas and never again filing/being bored there, as with complete cluelessness what I was going to do with myself for the next few days. And what I was going to do after Christmas/New Year's about getting a job. And if I EVER WOULD. Mostly I have calmed down now, and can think of plenty of things to occupy my time for a week or so, like looking constantly for jobs on Gumtree. And I can always start volunteering again, to keep busy, if I don't get a job right away. So. It's fine. Really. Probably. Mostly I'm going to catch up on film magazines and watch DVDs and THAT'S THE PLAN, DUDES. And my first job is (hopefully) over. Hmm.
In the evening I went for chocolate and helped mum with her Christmas card deliveries. On our way we saw the WORST CHRISTMAS DECORATION EVER. It was two trees in someone's garden with those tubes of lights things, that seem to move and flash? Except they were both red, and flashed like strobe lights, and at funny angles, and it just looked like two DEVIL TREES, and it was the worst thing ever. Also the streets were icy, and my mother showed almost no care for this fact when having me dash silently to her friend's doors and then away so we wouldn't be seen. Like Christmas ninjas. Escaping SATAN'S WONDERLAND.
Something worth mentioning: the traditional winter pastime of trying to get into the car without getting antifreeze on your gloves. Ah.
So that was my day. Mostly I am glorying in the fact that I don't have to get up tomorrow morning. Or do anything much besides wrap presents and watch DVDs. And that hunt for a job thing.
I remember the days when I thought when I finally didn't have essays to do, I could just relax and enjoy Christmas. Remember them fondly.
The day I expected:
Getting into the office at 8:30 for a calm, relaxed few hours, where nobody really did anything because it was Christmas and only a half day, and mostly I'd spend chatting with the office ladies, both of whom would be in early, joking and winding down. Leaving at 11:30 to go to a local tapas restaurant for the Christmas lunch at 12, with interesting food constantly on offer and plenty of people to talk to in a relaxed atmosphere outside of work. Getting home at about 2-ish and just savouring the fact that I didn't have to work again till Christmas, and never had to do filing there under my dad's watchful eye again.
The day that actually happened:
As fellow office lady Brenda predicted, the last day before Christmas was the day when everyone scrambled around trying to get everything finished before they left. Possibly EVERY LOOSE SHEET on people's desks was put in the filing trays, and they were also tidying their desks, which meant putting files away WHEREVER in the filing room. Except I didn't get a chance to do any filing, because people were constantly asking me to do letters, amend reports they hadn't actually said they wanted done by the end of the day, and type things up. One office lady didn't get in till 11 o'clock, as usual, and they were both busy as hell until we left. About 40 or 50 of us, it turned out, were going for this lunch, and everyone was mostly in their departmental clumps, so I ended up talking to/sitting with my dad most of the time.
Christmas lunch in a tapas restaurant is VERY DIFFERENT from going out for dinner at a tapas restaurant. It took us about an hour to stop drinking and go get sat down. Then another half hour for them to bring out some food. But there were only three things, and when they were finished no-one was sure whether there was going to be anything else, because no-one had a copy of the set menu. Till SOME HERO found one a bit later. So we all sat around, ordering more drinks, not sure if it would be more worth our while to leave as food had ended. But eventually they brought out more stuff, and it was nice, but no-one was sure when things came if more was coming, or if the next thing would be something they liked, so they basically filled up on each thing, and ended up feeling sick. It was a NERVE-RACKING ADVENTURE with spicy potatoes. Then it turned out there was no pudding with this lunch. NO PUDDING. But then half an hour after they'd cleared away the plates they brought out coffee and dessert menus, and it turned out we could HAVE dessert, but we'd have to put it extra on the company tab. We did. Dessert was mainly cheescake and ice-cream. I picked cheesecake.
And then, half an hour later, they brought it, and half an hour after that people had finished and been pleasantly drunk for awhile, and dinner was over, and dad and I decided to leave. Not before dad got some ribbing because of the story I accidentally told about how at last year's work lunch I didn't hear from him till 7.30, when he phoned me up drunk to tell me he was getting on a train, then an hour later to tell me he'd got on a train, and it went to Sheffield, and had waited and got on another train, and it went to Sheffield, but now he was definitely on the right train and would be home soon. It was agreed that mum should be on the platform waiting just in case he was asleep. He was. I assumed, since it was a work do, that they would all know about this. Wrong. Anyway. So we left, and people kept asking if I was staying for another drink, and was I going now?, and why wasn't I coming out drinking with them afterwards?, and I just felt SO AWFUL that I wasn't going to stay out with these nice people who I'd worked with for 7 months and would probably never see again. And apparently liked me. One girl seemed to get a bit emotional about it. I'm always mostly suprised when people like me, because people tend to be quite quiet about that kind of thing, and can still seem to feel a bit awkward talking to you. And I guess because I'm quite quiet, and mostly assume people haven't noticed me. It's nice to find out that people do - but sad that it tends to happen when you're leaving them.
But it was a nice day. The food was different, and interesting, and I learned the sheer miracle of garlic mayonnaise on crusty bread, and they got me a leaving card, and dad and I had a writing war on the restaurant paper tablecloth. And it was fun. Sadly on the way home I was struck not so much with relief that I didn't have to work again till Christmas and never again filing/being bored there, as with complete cluelessness what I was going to do with myself for the next few days. And what I was going to do after Christmas/New Year's about getting a job. And if I EVER WOULD. Mostly I have calmed down now, and can think of plenty of things to occupy my time for a week or so, like looking constantly for jobs on Gumtree. And I can always start volunteering again, to keep busy, if I don't get a job right away. So. It's fine. Really. Probably. Mostly I'm going to catch up on film magazines and watch DVDs and THAT'S THE PLAN, DUDES. And my first job is (hopefully) over. Hmm.
In the evening I went for chocolate and helped mum with her Christmas card deliveries. On our way we saw the WORST CHRISTMAS DECORATION EVER. It was two trees in someone's garden with those tubes of lights things, that seem to move and flash? Except they were both red, and flashed like strobe lights, and at funny angles, and it just looked like two DEVIL TREES, and it was the worst thing ever. Also the streets were icy, and my mother showed almost no care for this fact when having me dash silently to her friend's doors and then away so we wouldn't be seen. Like Christmas ninjas. Escaping SATAN'S WONDERLAND.
Something worth mentioning: the traditional winter pastime of trying to get into the car without getting antifreeze on your gloves. Ah.
So that was my day. Mostly I am glorying in the fact that I don't have to get up tomorrow morning. Or do anything much besides wrap presents and watch DVDs. And that hunt for a job thing.
I remember the days when I thought when I finally didn't have essays to do, I could just relax and enjoy Christmas. Remember them fondly.
