girlofprey

I learned a new word today - "snurkling". Which is apparently a 'gypsy word' to describe what men my dad doesn't like do around other men's women. Every day I marvel a being granted such of font of esoteric knowledge as he. I love you, dad.

I'm making a Fandom Diary. It now contains pretty much every film, book and DVD release I'm excited about over the next year, as well as Livejournal/con stuff. And family birthdays because, y'know, as many reminders as possible are for the best. It is silver and vaguely professional looking. I'm quite proud of it :)

Also it has maps of the British rail network and London Underground on the back. I did not realise Preston deserved a bigger circle than Lancaster. And there are nice little quotes in the corner of every page. I'm not quite sure why it wants me to put all the details I have on the front page though. Everything except 'I am generally alone during the week at...'. And a nice little note saying 'Please stalk me!'. I'm not sure how much my National Insurance number matters to my fandom schedule anyway.

The kitten/dog swap is happening today. It's going to be a bit odd without the dog around, after 7 years. I still remember the night we got him - mum, dad and Katie went, while I stayed home and discovered Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Another William. But there will be kittens, so it's a pretty fair trade I think. For names I have decided on Kell and Jasmine, or possibly just Jas. After finally deciding against 'Sloop'. Probably there will be pictures later. Probably of them being terrified and not knowing where they are.

There is a woman who has apparently gotten back to my dad saying she might be interested in one, and since we were only taking two to hurry things along mum and dad seem to think we should let her have it. She can't until August 25th though, so we are taking both to 'see how things go', and I am pretending there is no woman at all. And planning to - cry, if they still want to give it away by the 25th. Surely that will work.

( Jack squee! )

I also went to my sister's house today to decide which of the kittens I want. Despite the fact that it's less pretty than I remember it and sadly did not leap on me with joy, I think probably still the orange and black one. Because I liked it at first, so that's probably worth sticking with. It's also occured to me I'm going to have to name it. And I had one idea but no, it's so bad, and awful, and not conducive to pet-owning mental health.

DON'T LET ME CALL MY CAT FLIBBLE.

And I also watched TV. 8 Out of 10 Cats had that Asian guy from the actual news - I should learn names. He had his shirt slightly open and Was Authoritative when the others knew nothing, yet also took the mick and said 'that's the Japanese for you!', and it was quite good. And David Walliams wanted to see Jimmy Carr's knee, and then tried to convince him to let him kiss him, and Jimmy Carr's smile was SO BEAUTIFUL. And I can't believe I am fangirling and slashing a topical British quiz show, and it's not HIGNIFFY!! HOW CRUEL IS THE WORLD?!?

And Matt King was on Emmerdale, and I nearly squeed out loud to see him. Oh. Now he's all fucked up over his younger brother (did I say about their huge breakup?) and missing his estranged father, I'm apparently fangirling him like woah. Perhaps more than Carl, though Carl is still love. They have upcoming angst and I'm quite happy. Also, if there are Matt and Carl clips on the Emmerdale Interactive DVD, I may have to buy it. Yes, I really am that sad.