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Feb. 27th, 2006 01:07 pmSkip 120 on the flist. That was fun.
I commented hardly at all. I'm rubbish at commenting. I know that. For some reason I either don't know what to say (this usually applies to icon posts, from which I would FLEE WITH THE SHINY TREASURES, if only my conscience would let me. Um...more often...), or I just sort of open the comment box and witter for ages. I try to stop, but the fingers won't let me. And then it seems like it's just not ending on the right note, so I just keep going till it does. I have paranoia that sometimes I just horribly intimidate people with the sheer size of my comments. Though you probably don't care. I'm probably not going to stop any time soon though. So feel free to spam me back in impotent rage.
The weekend has been quiet. J has been mostly keeping to his room. With my televideo. Which has become basically communal, and we only watch videos on, and I hardly ever use. But still. Mine. In his room. For three days. Except for when I stole it back to watch my single video on Friday night. About which I felt very awkward. But yeah, we've basically been in separate parts of the house, not speaking much. My parents came down and took me away for a bit on Saturday though, which was nice. We went for pizza, and watched Seven Swords at the UGC.It's a new and hideously confusing martial arts film, and not in a 'complex' way. In a shoddy editing/'who's that guy?' kind of a way. But I still really enjoyed it, and recommend it if you like that kind of thing. I need a fabulous sword from Mount Heaven, dammit. ( The fannishness, possibly with slight spoilers )
The single video, by the way, was that Chiller thing with John Simm. I'll probably talk about it tomorrow. I'm still really annoyed they haven't brought out the DVD of the Crime and Punishment he starred in. Yet. I'll probably email the BBC at some point and hint that he totally made their Monday Night fortunes, and now is the perfect time to cash in. For the sake of his career, of course. And the fact it was slashy as hell. But for now I have to a) go food shopping, b) finish Great Expectations, c) watch the last episode (::sniff::) of Life On Mars, and d) welcome K back from The South, without seeming to be doing too much of b and c if she needs attention and such. Which should be wild.
I always want to dance like a crazy person to this song. I don't know why.
I commented hardly at all. I'm rubbish at commenting. I know that. For some reason I either don't know what to say (this usually applies to icon posts, from which I would FLEE WITH THE SHINY TREASURES, if only my conscience would let me. Um...more often...), or I just sort of open the comment box and witter for ages. I try to stop, but the fingers won't let me. And then it seems like it's just not ending on the right note, so I just keep going till it does. I have paranoia that sometimes I just horribly intimidate people with the sheer size of my comments. Though you probably don't care. I'm probably not going to stop any time soon though. So feel free to spam me back in impotent rage.
The weekend has been quiet. J has been mostly keeping to his room. With my televideo. Which has become basically communal, and we only watch videos on, and I hardly ever use. But still. Mine. In his room. For three days. Except for when I stole it back to watch my single video on Friday night. About which I felt very awkward. But yeah, we've basically been in separate parts of the house, not speaking much. My parents came down and took me away for a bit on Saturday though, which was nice. We went for pizza, and watched Seven Swords at the UGC.It's a new and hideously confusing martial arts film, and not in a 'complex' way. In a shoddy editing/'who's that guy?' kind of a way. But I still really enjoyed it, and recommend it if you like that kind of thing. I need a fabulous sword from Mount Heaven, dammit. ( The fannishness, possibly with slight spoilers )
The single video, by the way, was that Chiller thing with John Simm. I'll probably talk about it tomorrow. I'm still really annoyed they haven't brought out the DVD of the Crime and Punishment he starred in. Yet. I'll probably email the BBC at some point and hint that he totally made their Monday Night fortunes, and now is the perfect time to cash in. For the sake of his career, of course. And the fact it was slashy as hell. But for now I have to a) go food shopping, b) finish Great Expectations, c) watch the last episode (::sniff::) of Life On Mars, and d) welcome K back from The South, without seeming to be doing too much of b and c if she needs attention and such. Which should be wild.
I always want to dance like a crazy person to this song. I don't know why.
