• 02:28 Aw, thank you to @totoffle and @xylona and @jensenwilder for sending birthday love! I felt it, and I liked it. Mmm. #
• 02:47 Yep its a book off my mum again. Basically, if a TV comedy duo release a book, it's a clue for my present. 2008: Boosh, 2009: MitchellWebb. #

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You know in Ouroboros, when Kryten's bemoaning the fact that Kochanski will bewitch Lister? Mainly due to her 'in and out bits' which he's caught sight of in the shower? And then he pines for Rimmer, who never posed such a problem due to having hardly any in and out bits?

Wait... has Kryten seen Rimmer naked too? I never thought he was such a voyeur.

It's only took 12 years to realise that. I blame the fact that it was series VII and at the time I was far too concerned with the fact that Rimmer was missing. In and out bits or otherwise.

• 19:11 Watching ITV's Catwoman. Cats are awesome, even if you have to keep picking their fur out of your eyes. Should really own 8 sphinx cats. #

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• 20:21 Thought I might nip to shop for some biscuits 3 days ago and don't think it's stopped raining since. By rain, I mean torrential downpour. #
• 20:25 Desparately hope that 8m tune into We Are Klang tonight or it might be the last ever episode and that... *gulp* can't happen. #

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• 01:06 @jensenwilder I just crimped sections of it and admittedly it does tend to look like doll hair. But she still needs glasses. #
• 15:49 Have got spam from 'Sarah Connor' saying 'Help is on the way'. Blimey, does it involve the governor of California? #

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• 03:19 Heh, I've got totally red arrowed on the Daily Mail comments! Not surprised, comment clearly didn't contain the required amount of venom. #
• 17:18 Something *nice* on the DM: bit.ly/1Taqh God, I love the divine Joanna Lumley. I want to be her when I grow up ;). #
• 21:09 Mum: (grabbing me hair) "What's that? Is that your hair?" Me: "What did you think it was?" Mum: "An....attachment?" IS STILL NOT A WIG. #

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A quick bit of fun I nabbled from behind Notbbc's back, a bit of iPod poetry. Similar to that there other meme, except this time you take the song titles of your random shuffle to get your lines. My ipod should be good at this, seeming as it's always putting strangely appropriate songs together. And so...

angst in my pants
no escape
rush hour
on my own again
stop me if you've heard this before

mary, mary
shot by both sides
born yesterday
move on baby
bang bang bang bang

this business of love
feel
tell him
destroy everything
u can't touch this

..... Uh, indeed.
I've just heard James joyfully exclaim, "WHU HU! I've just killed someone!". I hope he's on his Xbox.

• 16:31 WHAT THE. I'm glad my beloved Hut 33 is now so popular. Not so glad about it being fully booked before I've even seen the email. WAH. #

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I think We Are Klang has just pretty much pwned all fandom slash I've ever known. Hugging. Kissing ("WITH. TONGUES. DO IT!"). Suckling. Marek and Greg can't keep off one another!

• 21:52 I had plans for today, ovaries. Said plans did not involve writhing in agony, nausea and fainting, funnily enough. Pah. #

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• 02:50 Revisiting Weird Science. Still can't get my head round just how absurdly stunning Kelly le Brock was. And I unashamedly love the outfits. #

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ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!

ROCHDALE, WHY MUST YOU BE FULL OF CHAVVY SHAMELESS UGLY BINTS*. THAT BREED. CONSTANTLY.

I'M EMBARRASSED TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH YOU.

This post was sponsored by the caps lock.


* No wonder I didn't have much luck with ladies around here. Not much tickling my fancy.

Yesterday's dream (for I had one and I remembered it, something that's not been happening lately. In case anyone was wondering what had happened to my celebrity dreams. And no one was.) involved me accidentally setting off a nuclear reaction in my external hard drive.

You know, as you do.

I spent several agonising seconds wondering if I'd set it off, and on the hard drive starting to glow bright white, just how big a damage I was going to leave behind. Before waking up. Geez, it took a good part of the 80s to undo the psychological damage Threads did to my young mind and then my subconscious springs that on me? I guess it was more entertaining than the usual 'I appear to be in an exam' nightmare it enjoys.

Watched the first episode of We Are Klang last night, which is the comedy equivalent of Marmite. You either love it  and revel in it's silly Goodies-meets-Rentaghost-meets-Young-Ones humour, or hate it with the biggest 'WTF? Why did they commission this? Where's the funny? This is stupid!' you can muster.

But I liked it. That might partly be because of what's an undeniable teensy crush on Greg Davies. Yeah, I know. Is it the outrageous height (how many people could make Stephen Fry look short?), the distainful delivery, or that he looks "like a fat Rik Mayall'?
(D) All of the above. There's another weird crush for you, Heat magazine.

I really need to write something in this. I could do with a meme, seeming as it's been a while since I used them to actually add some content! And so, snaffled from behind mrowrr's back:

( YER GENERAL MEMEAGE FULL OF QUESTIONS AND STUFF. )

And with that, I'm off to sort out that coffee room I was talking about. Or maybe hunt a chocolate digestive. This post needs the biscuit icon, clearly.

Oh, my Livejournal
Also somewhat neglected
I fail with good news

No, really, there's nothing good worth reporting about. I bore myself immensely just attempting to write about things lately and today it's hard not to feel like slamming my head against a wall so I'm trying to spare you, honest. I keep trying to think of ways in which to shake off my epic loss of joy today - for instance, I'm sure a game of Sims coupled with midget gems could lead to recovery - but am THWARTED at every idea. In fact, I wonder if I should just head off to bed at this point. Although I typed pint, which might be helpful if I could get one. Bah. Not sure about writers block, I've got Life Block.

Never mind me, here's something a little more entertaining. The Emma trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjPMEopKtDs
Starring Romola Garai, who I can't fanthom if I adore or find highly irritating, Johnny Lee Miller looking sexeh but pissing off the Austen purists, and Mr Bathurst with............ whiskers? LOL.
Looks promising, but could do with some zombies.

• 14:35 Don't know how this detail passed me by before given how much I adore him, but I share my birthday with *Austin Powers*. Yeah, baby, yeah! #

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• 01:07 BLUDDY HELL. Despite all the hooha in his later years, MJ was responsible for some awesome music throughout my 80s/90s childhood. #RIP MJ #

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Well, last night's foray into the dreamscape was...um... interesting. Better than real life. Firstly, I was on some weird school trip that ended with me getting off some kind of open top train carriage, storming over to my friend Zoe in another carriage and insisting, "YOU STOLE MY TIARA." before reclaiming said tiara and, well, flouncing off in the only way possible when you've been the victim of tiara theft.

I currently seem to be some sort of princess in a weird almost-utopian future. A future where we all live in big wooden treehouse ship things in the sky. Seriously. Everything was all wood and glass, quite pretty actually. Anyway, that's not the point. The point, or rather plot, was that in this alternative universe, my Mum had broken Colin Firth's heart.

That's: my Mum broke Colin Firth's heart.

I was looking through her messages on this big screen thing (it's the future! Actually, hang on, isn't a big future screen kind of public to be looking through someone else's crap?) and found a message from dear woolly Colin. In which he'd made my Mum a digital mixtape conveying the angonishing crush of a broken shattered heart (or something like that, he had gone all emo). LOLZ. Wish I could remember the tracks, but in the dream I was so distraught at the revelation that I ran sobbing to some of other part of The Big Treehouse Ship Palace in the Sky where loads of random people were partying and ordered "EVERBODY OUT. NOW." And promptly got in contact in Colin. Partly to convey apologies on my Mum's behalf. Partly to get off with him myself.

Meanwhile that night, my Mum was apparently dreaming of a future dystopia instead, where the planet is invaded by Pterodactyls, but the supermarkets are still open. She was racing there to get milk and apparently I wasn't running fast enough (true, I don't). I guess there's no time to be dating Colin Firth in such a situation. She's been watching too much Primeval. Me? Wouldn't mind seeing Love Actually again.