Signs you probably think too much about fandom:- When you think back over The Scorpion King, and decide that yes, it really was that bad, but would be alright if it was Mickey and Danny from Hustle, either as assassin/warrior and "sorceress"/seer or something in Ancient Egypt/wherever, or - even better! - in the world of Hustle, if Mickey was the leader of a gang of yes, grifters, but those who only robbed the dishonest, up against a rival gang who robbed everyone, with the special help of their young, blue-eyed and blond-haired member Danny who is stupendously good at short cons and bullshitting people, who was picked up off the streets as a child by the leader of the Evil Gang for just this purpose, and held there with much emotional abuse, and he does a lot of stuff that gets Mickey into trouble, and almost arrested, until they're in some situation where they're both in trouble, and Mickey gets them out of it with some story that leads to them having to leave together, and hole up in a hotel room to keep up the story, and have lots of angsty arguments and UST and...
And it just keeps going on.
Nephew was here again. I love him to bits, but it is just so much HARD WORK. He has a seriously short attention span, and gets through toys in a matter of seconds, and if he doesn't want to be picked up wants to be put down, and has developed a nasty habit of toddling over to doors and other hard surfaces and falling against them, so needs to be watched
every second, and has some sort of weird alliance with the dog wherein he mostly loves to wander over to the gate (the one keeping the dog out of the living room), and letting the dog lick his face, and pushing things through for the dog to have and bite and savage. Apparently yesterday my mum found her fleecy jacket in the dog's bed, after Jack pulled it down off the chair and pushed it through the gate for the dog to have. And we just sit in the living room, me, my mum and dad and (today) grandma and sister, in a mess of toys and cushions and magazines, watching him and playing with him and having odd, jumpy conversations, with a TV playing in both the kitchen and the living room and the dog whining at the gate and it is just AAAAAARGH. But I don't like staying out of it because it's like shirking my responsibility, and everyone else has to work harder. And I know my sister has to do it all the time. But it just gets a bit much, after a while.
Some things:
- After a lot of wishing and hoping and checking, the 'Wicked' show is indeed coming to London, in September. And now I have to decide whether I actually want to go to it, since I will probably have to go down to London on my own, and book a hotel room in London for afterwards. All things I have never done before. Of course, K lives quite near London, so I could always stay with her. But if she doesn't want to go to the actual show, it seems a bit rude, like I'm just saying 'I want to see this. Can I stay at your house?'. Unless I make a week of it, having never actually been to London before. In all my years as an English person. Hmm. It is tempting. Especially now I'm pretty sure Nights at the Circus's run has finished.
Assuming there are even tickets left, of course.
- I still haven't seen episode 1.2 of Green Wing. I am a terrible fan. However, by Tuesday the first and second episode of Life on Mars should be Sky+ recorded, and I can finally watch them and join in all those crazy discussions about the entrance of all the characters, and being fully informed on Sam's Crazy and whatnot. Haha.
- Emmerdale was quite amazing today. Sadie was fed her own horse (hurray for Rosemary! I quite like her), and Matthew ended the episode by telling her to stop weeping over it and shut up, she'd failed at getting them money, and he was going to have to sort it - he wasn't her doormat, or Rosemary's, or his dad's. I quite like forceful!dominant!Matthew. I hope he screws over his family, and eyefucks Carl. I've decided the whole story would be better if he and Sadie were vampires, though. They could invite Carl and Chastity back to live in their house, because they'd have to live in a crypt, and because it's Matthew's house, they could get in, and they'd always have 'standby' victims. And Matthew blatantly wouldn't let Sadie anywhere near Carl's neck, because he doesn't trust her, so he'd have to bite Carl. Which would be gleeful. And now I may write it, I don't know.
- I need some Emmerdale fans on my flist.
- I want to songvid Mac/Guy to Nick Cave's 'The Ship Song'. And UB40's 'I Can't Help Falling In Love With You'. But need to learn to songvid first.
- I want more post from the Internet.
- Yes.