girlofprey

I was planning to be around on the internet tonight, but then got sucked in by the 50 Greatest Comedy Characters, including Niles Crane, Guy Secretan, and Rick from the Young Ones. People mentioned Blackadder and failed to talk about lovely Percy. THIS IS A SOURCE OF CONSTANT BEWILDERMENT TO ME. And it turned out I really probably do need to see Peep Show.

In other news, I saw Horton Hears a Who today, in the absence of Rambo being on anymore or that film about lovely dresses and James Marsden. A new ambition of mine is to have 96 daughters. For some reason it strikes me that if you had 96 daughters, Oliver Jane would be a lovely name for one of them.

A thing that is good: Single Origin chocolates from Thorntons. Not just because one is Cuban. They are milk and dark and you can buy a little strip of six. Mmm.

My head is killing me. It has been for hours. I have being doing stuff all day. This morning I recycled paper. Then there was another heritage day thing. One of the perks of living near a medieval castle. ( Heritage, yay! )

And I made that cake, in the end. I left it until dinnertime, and we had to run out to the supermarket to get extra ingredients because I thought 150g was 12oz (not so much), and we ended up going to get my sister while we were there, and my entire family? Is mad. I blame them for my headache. My nephew just runs around and screams constantly, and my dad just sits in his chair and offers people no help ever unless specifically asked, and my mother comes over and tries to help you with things while doing thirty things of her own. And my sister will not stop talking to you. Ever. No matter what you are doing. I was all "I don't know. I'm baking you a cake. THE EGGS WON'T WHISK!", and still "What's that? What did you do today? Where's my present?". But I baked it (with no little help from my mother). And people liked it. They said it was rich, but given that it had a block of butter and two and a half bars of chocolate in it, this isn't really a suprise. It was supposed to be a Molten Chocolate Cake, and it was gooey in the middle, so I chalk it up as another cooking Success. Even if the actual cooking was, as usual, Disaster. And now my sister is gone. We totally survived her birthday. Hurrah.

I had caffeine. It helped. I wish I had a fancy car. I want to quote song lyrics all the time. Stella, well, she was my catatonic sex toy. And my parents love me. Someone wrote Guy-in-handcuffs fic. I haven't watched Carnivale or Deadwood. I love this icon more than is possibly fair.

( Green Wing 2.8 )

( Thoughts I had after those thoughts )

::contemplates going to check the carnage at ___greenwing...::

This is late because I did go out with the friends tonight. But the friend I was talking about before (who kindly ignored the fact I kept randomly calling her Catherine) told me she loved me, and I far exceeded all the maths boys friends she had in Manchester, and I was in fact the Original of them all, so it's all to the good.

( Green Wing tonight )

I hope Nerdcakes and Jekesta haven't killed each other stormed out of fandom had passionate discussions about it. But this episode was so squeeful, I can't imagine it ever doing wrong. Yay.

I think I was slightly thrown by Green Wing because it didn't FILL ME WITH GLEE like it did last week. Possibly due to dogs barking and some tiredness. Possibly because last series' Incest and Emotional breakdown ending and last weeks' GUY IS SO IN LOVE WITH MAC AND MAC IS IN A COMA-ness led me to expect things from the show that came in late, and are not complete basis of it. Defusing the squee a bit.

But there were still bits that were BRILLIANT. So, to wit:

( A list )

In conclusion: the Guy/Mac and Caroline/Mac is still pretty much the same as it was before, and while it's still beautiful/frustrating, they really need to get a move on and Do Things, fairly fast. And I think I need to rewatch Series 1, and remind myself what the show's really like. And, y'know, do some of the uni work I need to do.

Title: The English Girl Who Went Up A Hill
Fandom: Green Wing, gen
Rating: U.
Wordcount: 910
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I do not own any of them.
Notes: I wasn't sure of the age, but my Joanna's about 16/17 here. I may have taken some liberties with the Swiss medical system.
Feedback: Appreciated, as ever.
Summary: Joanna had her first baby up a mountain in Switzerland.

'People just ain't no good' (Nick Cave, "The Boatman's Call")

'Ooh, you should set that to music, it'd make a fantastic lullaby'


( What she remembered of the pregnancy was feeling absolutely huge... )

This amuses me more than it possibly should.

So I watched Episode One of Green Wing. ( Some thoughts on that )

And those few scenes of American Gothic. ( Omg, how did I EVER forget the GAY?!? Also: spoilers. And picspam )

All in all, I LOVE ON MY DVD COLLECTION. IT IS ALL GAY, AND ALL GLORY. Yes.

I'm not watching Green Wing tonight, because we're up to the episodes I taped when it was first on, and pretty much watched to death a year ago, or at least enough that I can wait for the DVDs. And they're the episodes where Guy is an arse (though I still love him), and his love for Mac is just angsty, and I'm getting all my old plotbunnies like that he talks in French in his sleep, and I can slightly do without it. So you get another post instead.

The DVD release date for Life on Mars has been moved up to May. Which means nothing to you downloading people, but it is VERY GOOD NEWS FOR ME.

It has occurred to me that I don't generally post much in this journal about my actual life and emotions, other than annoyance with DVD release dates and crying about essays. I get the feeling it makes me seem like a relentlessly and inordinately cheerful person. This is not the case. I don't think it's a big issue, but I just thought mention it and attempt to clear things up.

Most of the time I post, I do it at university. This means its a specially organised 'slot' in my life, rather than a general part of it. And just getting to a computer and the internet at all tends to make me happy. And I make an effort, since it's a temporary 'slot' to post about things I think other people will know about, like glorious TV and such, rather than personal problems with people no-one will know, and which I can deal with at other times, and probably already have dealt with. So that's that, and will probably change once uni is finished and I (assumedly) have the internet 24/7. Then will come the whining. Oh yes.

But other than that my life is really pretty okay right now. In that, it's not brilliant (no showers of gold and diamonds arriving in chauffeur (?) driven limousines while I fight crime by the sea, or anything), but its better than it has been for a long time. The family drama has quietened down, and my sister is coping, and clean, and my nephew is okay. And I'm enjoying my course, if not working too hard at it, and I have friends, whom I love. And I'm pretty much drowning in wonderful fandoms at the minute. I'm getting slightly antsy about what the hell I'm going to do when university is finished, and probably if I was doing more with my life, I'd probably have a lot more (healthy) stress to report, and that annoys me a bit, that I feel like I'm wasting a lot of time, but that's pretty much it. And even though it's not all perfect, I'm really not planning to complain, considering how bad it has been before. And could easily be, at any given point in the future. So am pretty happy at the moment.

And then there's the fact that I don't think I really get wound up about personal problems, in general. Unless they're really bad, and continuing, like the whole "family drama" thing was. I have long, extensive experience of just sort of 'leaving people to it' in bad situations, and getting on with my own life. Which is a bit callous, but what're going to do. Otherwise I tend to make decisions pretty quickly about how to handle things, and then just - do that. So you probably won't ever get long drawn-out deliberations about a situation or how to handle it here - ever. And I probably wouldn't be coherent enough to post about it until I'd sorted it all out in my own head first anyway.

And if this journal reads to other people like a big whinefest, then this is all going to backfire quite spectacularly.

But it's bugged me a bit for a while, so I just wanted to post and get it off my chest. So there it is.

Blah. I think I need to take that Yeah Yeah Yeahs CD back. On further inspection - after giving up trying to listen to that 50-minute track all in one go - it turns out the second track (15 minutes long) doesn't play at all, just skips straight to Track 3 - which sounds suspiciously like part of track no. 1. As do all the other songs on the album. Which could be a clever, post-modern trick, but just seems sort of - wrong. Hopefully it's a problem with my CD, and not the album itself. I will replace it, and find out.