girlofprey

There are some very pretty ladies about. Scarlett Johanssen is one. Sigourney Weaver is another. Total Film is clearly trying to get me to go over to the gay side. Or perhaps the 'having favourite characters/people who aren't male' side. Which it's probably about time I joined, at any rate.

The Top 5 lists will probably be up tomorrow. Some of them are going to involve me doing actual research and thinking, which I wasn't entirely prepared for, but, y'know, not that much because I also have books to sort and a Christine to unscrew from her base. There just isn't enough time in the weekend anymore. How'd that happen?

Whee, I got my DW Vol.4 DVD today. The only bit of new Who I plan to buy (sorry and all). It would please me more if it was the Satan Pit two-parter and Idiot's Lantern so I could be all omgmylove at The Wire, but it has Toby with writing on him and Marc Warren, so that is alright good.

Went to the park with mum and Jack. In the scum corner of the lake we saw another dead bird, which this time was a duckling. Just when I thought it couldn't hurt me anymore. We let Jack run wild in a field to show him we were okay with it when there was no danger, and he actually got quite far before realising we weren't chasing him, and came whimpering back to get us. Also we fed the ducks, and an evil swan was there, but somehow we survived, so hurrah.

Going to the cinema later with mum, to see My Super Ex-Girlfriend. It figures the time I finally gave up and was going to trundle down there on my own she offered to come with me (it is exceedingly hard to get my parents to come to the cinema with me/do anything). Possibly I will have thoughts on that later. Or just mockery.

Also last night some people of the flist went a bit wobbly, and I was going to comment but it was this morning so possibly crisis averted, but just to say I SYMPATHISE, and want to hear that poetry. So yes. You get a brief endnote of my love. Treasure it.

Hotmail has gone wonky. My work computer and my house computer both agree. As such I (and perhaps you!) might be a little slow to reply to comments for a while. Since I can't open them and see where they're coming from!

After my discovery that Neverwhere has been STALKING ME ALL MY LIFE, I took the dog out before going to bed, and found a hedgehog on our drive, just outside the garage door! A really very rare occurence. William naturally immediately ran and put his nose to it. But I pulled him away from a nose full of spines, and kept him away from the poor thing, and made him go do his business so we could all go to bed. Am still feeling some random pride over it. I kept my head when all around me were losing theirs! AND I WAS A MAN, MY SON! And so on.

I'll point out again that seeing any sort of wildlife besides insects and birds is pretty much foreign to me. Then on the train home today, I'm pretty sure I saw a rat running into the underbrush, and deer. Deer. DEER. Two, not one. In my little Yorkshire town. Beside a railway track, in between a council estate and a leisure complex. I didn't even know we had deer up here. But - apparently it's nature's turn to stalk me now. Something I'm not entirely unpleased with. Just slightly bemused.

Emmerdale! Oh how I love it. ( Spoileriness for the omnibus )

Anyway. I have been mostly spending money since FINISHING MY DEGREE. Partly on a flexible ticket to London on the 8th of June. The Midland Mainline will apparently get me there in two hours, but the adverts that say tickets are £6? THEY LIE. Also I'm apparently going to St Pancras station, so I'll have to find a friendly man to direct me to Waterloo. Or possibly get another train. And oh, does 'space on the floor' mean I need a sleeping bag? If so, I may possibly need to stash it somewhere before the show. It does not fit in a small bag, no.

(You may have noticed I'm still not entirely keeping up with the flist since gaining my freedom. I probably won't until I get back to 24-hour access at home. I'm still keeping a sporadic eye on things, but important and relevant events might warrant a post to my journal just to be sure.)

Anyway. I've been frequenting the cinema as well. Tragically I missed Confetti's run, but I saw Brick again, which is STILL fabulous. It's a high-school murder mystery, in the style of the old detective novels, and has Claire from Lost in it. I don't want to say too much, because you really need to see it "clean", and I'd like to be all cool and low-key about it's greatness. But I have a new OTP from it, and new cabin boys for Fantasy Pirate League. And YOU SHOULD ALL GO SEE IT.

Also I've seen X-Men 3, before the weekend rush.

( General impressions )

See how I make up for my recent absence with posts of randomness and huge.

Also:

• There should be Life on Mars icons with Futurama quotes on them. Particularly one of crazy!Sam saying 'Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that!'. And Gene was pretty much made for 'The time for touchy-feely communication is past'. Also one of Ray saying 'Damn you old man!'. And ANY OF A HUNDRED OTHERS.



• I love Sheenagh Pugh's fanfiction book.



• The new "Empire" reviews Aquamarine, teen girl mermaid film of the summer, but has no time for the 'lesbian subtext'. VINDICATION!

I now go back from whence I came. To squee about Emmerdale some more, probably.

According to Warren Ellis in the latest issue of Fell, the only two animals that could be completely removed from the ecosystem without causing its collapse are wasps...and dogs.

Which should make nerdcakes happy.

He goes on to recount stories of horrible things dogs are doing in Detroit. Which I won't repeat here.

I think Amazon post would be more impressive if it was actually delivered by Amazons. Or if their dispatch centre was in the heart of the Amazonian jungle. I'll settle for the cheap books and DVDs, though.

I still haven't done any work for university. Lalala. The plan for today is to read at least a little of my Adaptation and Appropriation book, and look up those small-press short story publication magazines on the internet. Otherwise...ritual suicide.

I just had the worst dinner ever. In fact, I think 'survived' is more appropriate. Worse even than the Oxford dinner. It was pretending to be cheese tortellini. IT WAS NOT. Perhaps if made with gravel. Or some poison. SO BAD. Yack.

Anyway. Actually, I bought the new Yeah Yeah Yeah's CD, and I'm just listening to it, and iTunes is telling me the first track is 50 minutes long - wtf?? I have newfound respect for the band if they recorded a song for that long, though. But I'm listening with some disbelief.

I'm trying to count up all the things I have to do over the next few weeks, and keep getting overwhelmed and losing count. It includes: ( Fair list ) And lots of other things I'm sure. I feel the need to lie down in a dark room with a cool cloth on my head just thinking/writing about it. But I'll get it sorted. I'm sure (::eyes it unsurely::)

In the meantime I am going on the internet and watching TV. Snuff Box is actually quite alright, if a bit spare and random. It's about a man who's been a hangman since he was fourteen (bloodlines) and all that, and so is incredibly rich and something of a psychotic wanker, to the point of helping a pretty girl control the dog she's walking until it turns out she has a boyfriend, at which point he boots the dog down the street and tells her to fuck off. For example. It stars Dixon Bainbridge from The Mighty Boosh, aka Matt Berry. Who it turns out looks like this



without the moustache. Woof, somewhat. Also it has this for a theme tune - written and performed by the lovely Mr Berry. Whom I love. Rather a lot. Yes.

Also:

My final and utter verdict on Mac from Green Wing, which will probably change at some point over the next few days:

There is something quite sexy about his whole hair-loose shirts-skinny jeans combos. I'll admit that. And I do see the slight chemistry in his scenes with Caroline. But he is just so rubbish at dealing with this in any sort of acceptable way, and so apparently willfully oblivious to the blatant lust and utter brilliance of Caroline, and Sue, and Guy, whether he's emotionally stunted or scarred or just a wanker or whatever, that I refuse to ship him with any of them. He doesn't deserve it. They should all do sex with each other instead. Causing Mac to explode. Yes.

Roll on, Series Two.

And that song's still going on, by the way.

It's lovely and sunny today! Omg ::basks:: One of those days that has you finding excuses to be outside. If there wasn't the internet and a new Total Film to attend to, of course.

I bought 'Cuban' chocolate. It's meant to have 'notes of wine and leather', which disturbs me a bit. So far it mostly tastes of dark chocolate though. Which it turns out you can't really just eat the same way as milk chocolate, without feeling a bit sick. Live and learn.

My main point: I've been watching Drop the Dead Donkey a bit. Now, I knew that Damien, being an in-the-field reporter and an attractive one at that, was essentially a whore. But I didn't realise he was the Designated Office Whore. In all of the first episode, he was called "cheap" and sensationalist by George, before we were informed he was "extremely viewer-friendly", and "Sir Royston's favourite" (RUN DAMIEN!). Then Gus suggested he be "disciplined". Then Gus suggested that he should discipline him. Assuring George he'd "be severe". And then Henry capped it all off by calling him 'dear boy', and (congratulating him? Commiserating with him? Perving on him?) about being in the 'sin bin'.

I cannot cope with the gay.

But then he and Dave did some instinctive prank on the phone to some guy about Germans and their heads were very close together, and it was all better :D

I failed at watching Green Wing yet again. In favour of watching Nick Cave's film The Proposition, which is a western set in Australia, and omgsogood - if you like general doom and angst, and occasionally seeing people get their heads blown up. GO SEE IT. Write me secret-because-it's-not-really-that-slashy-just-great incest-in-the-hills fic. Do it now.

Spent the weekend reading As I Lay Dying. Darl and Jewel should have Deep South incest. Or, at least, they should have done, until I realised everyone but Darl was a complete bastard, and should be hit by lightning. Now nobody gets incest.

On the plus side, even though my head (as usual) hurts from lack of sleeping, I now have absolutely nothing (I need to) do before going to see The Mighty Boosh tomorrow ::cheers:: Unlike K, who - as usual (and it hurts to say) - is some way past an essay deadline and still working on it. She's blaming the whole thing with J, and the fact that there's nothing more boring in the world than her degree course. I am staying quiet and eating biscuits.

There were quite a few newly released BBC Drama DVDs in WH Smith yesterday. This gives me hope for Crime and Punishment. Some were originally aired in 1978. This gives me less hope.

There were also a bunch of really cheap, really fabulous DVDs on offer. Christine for £3.99 (see a beautiful car go mad! Blood on the chasis!). Flatliners for £3.99 (Kevin Bacon and Kiefer Sutherland as doctors who kill and then resucitate each other, with lots of inner-arm touching on the way). Addams Family Values and Gremlins, omg. I feel the need to buy them all and wax lyrically and endlessly about them on LJ for a few weeks. Also the first season of BUGS. I'm never actually going to have money. Not that I can keep.

I wish my life was more interesting than this, but at the moment it really is an endless cycle of reading, writing, having no money and Tragically Having To Cook. And probably some films soon. The Proposition is out, and V for Vendetta soon, and apparently John Hurt is in both, so it will be a bit like a random John Hurt film festival. Also, some kind soul has brought it to my attention that the new The Hills Have Eyes remake stars Aaron Stanford - aka Pyro, from X-Men 2. OMG WANT TO SEE.

And now I have no printing credit. Wondrous.

I feel like I have been away FOREVER. This is a complete lie, because it has in fact been a mere 2 days. And 120 entries on my flist. Because I chose not to make the massive (20 minute!) walk to campus to check my email on Wednesday, having no other purpose out of the house, or in general lately. I should really be doing reading for upcoming modules, but I'm at that horrible point when you really don't want to get into new stuff, and probably should have already started. Hmph.

Anyway. To recap:

Monday:

( I write too much. TV-talk )

Tuesday:

( Tuesday talk )

Wednesday:

TOTALLY WENT TO A NICK CAVE CONCERT. ( Probably quite a bit of talk about that )

And jekesta sent me DVDs! ::loves on her:: And a Christmas card, of BEAUTY. It was like a second Christmas, only with more black. I watched the (Sea of Souls) episode from series two that I never watched, due to my nephew being born, and was delighted at Craig climbing mountains adorably in a plastic windjacket. And he had sexual chemistry with a girl! He totally did! And I didn't even care, because they'd done a paranormal investigation and climbed some hills together, so that's okay. And she was cool, and had a fiance to get back to anyway. But it was so great! Beautifully, beautifully great! They can totally do sex secretly for a while until Wade steals his heart. Yes ::love::

Thursday:

Came home.( Some randomness, and talk of toilets )

So yes. Am home now, until Sunday evening. Laptop fully attached to the internet, of which I take great advantage. I have downloaded the Divinyls' I Touch Myself, which is simply THE MOST GLORIOUS SONG EVER (for the moment). It goes with every pairing. A person made a new Craig/Wade songvid at slashysouls! If I knew how to songvid, I would totally songvid Craig/Wade to this song. Does Craig touch himself a lot? It would be THE BEST SONGVID ever if he did. Probably I should stop talking about songvids if I don't know how to make them. BUT IT WOULD BE THE BEST SONGVID EVER.

::abuses the internet:: :)

::dances you all::

Visit from parents did not happen due to Jack being ill - not seriously, but enough that they want to stick around and help Katie out. Hence I am back spending my free time on the internet as usual. Going to a comedy thing later with flatmates and some of J's friends, and given that it is Sunday I'm not sure what to do between now and then. Aside from Burger King, yo.

Watched Sea of Souls ep three last night. ( Thoughts )

And, because everyone else is doing it:

( Ten ways you know you're reading a Girlofprey story )

I just realised I can probably buy Adrian Mole books at WH Smith, and still have a £15 gift card left over from Christmas. Duh! ::smacks self:: I also have a sudden striking desire to start watching Life on Mars. And slash John Simm (Raskolnikov! Eee!) and the blond-haired one, in gritty Seventies fashion. Probably I will.