- 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! #
Are you talking to me?
...Computer Says No
Stock quaint notepads for weekend pagans
27 June 2009 @ 11:00 pm
26 June 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 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 #
23 June 2009 @ 08:41 pm
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.
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.
Feeling Somewhat: 
worried
worried22 June 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 20:52 Approve of www.meatfreemondays.co.uk! I'm a hardened (I say!) veggie anyway, but it's a start for those eating a lot of the fleshy stuff? #
20 June 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 17:33 @jensenwilder But Missus Hephzibah makes some sense to me (a minority!). If anything, I'd rather some of Britain's teens follow her example. #
- 19:48 @jensenwilder Agree her approach was cackhanded. The point of just being without or choosing to be when you *don't* have to got a tad lost. #
- 19:59 @jensenwilder Oh, I know. My t'interwebs hiatus has had a lot to answer for - my blogging muscle evidently needs a lot of work again! #
17 June 2009 @ 12:59 am
The TV downstairs had The Truth About Boybands*, and what do I walk in on? Good old Wetslide's video with BOBBEH2'S ICE CREAM BEWBS. Sexeh timing.
Bugger, I don't have an appropriate icon. Must rectify. Now.
In other news, I've always been aware that I talk in my sleep. I've been known to yell out all sorts of nonsense, and even hold conversations. Which makes me kind of miss sleepovers, I must have been some great entertainment. Well, apparently this time I was holding a conversation with something else entirely. Our cat Sonic has been really vocal lately, he's getting on a bit and likes to walk around having a bit of a incoherent grumble. He tends to shout quite a bit - numerous times he's crept up behind me and suddenly gone "MWUARHAUAHAHAUAHAUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Well I was overheard, whilst asleep, meowing back. 0_o
* One of them is always gay?
15 June 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 02:08 This is the sweetest thing - www.tweenbots.com/ Robots to restore your faith in humanity FTW! #
- 21:41 @jensenwilder Whoops! Must have missed that one. Looking forward to it's Northern cousin! #
- 21:48 Toksvig has invaded my subconscious a third time now, as a science teacher rather fond of me. Bit scared now. SHE'S STALKING MY DREAMSCAPE. #
11 June 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 00:14 I have not forsaken you, it is technology that's enjoying forsaking me. Have internets and phone again. Just abo- #
- 00:17 Nah, still here. Stig has just brought me an empty cereal bar wrapper. Not the sort of hunting you tend to see in the wild. X #
22 May 2009 @ 10:02 pm
- 16:22 @fay_jessop Hello there! It's a small world - and an even smaller (but picturesque) one in Littleborough :D. #
- 16:25 Aunty Beeb, where is my Hut 33 ticket? If you don't let me come you'll break my track record (observed by certain actors). Sadface. #
20 May 2009 @ 10:04 pm
- 20:33 I pass the tv only to see Littleborough police station on Waterloo Road. Same feeling as Google Streetviewing something that's up t'road. #
16 May 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 22:20 We have the WORST SONG EVER. Dull City. Why can't we have disco and bangra and Very Weird Backing Dancers? #
- 22:27 Norton's done a v good job, major (and sarcastic!) shoes to step into there. Did a spittake at his "I'm getting fed up of her hair now." #
10 May 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 22:16 "We need to get to a library, fast!" ROTFLMAO, really. #
05 May 2009 @ 11:02 pm
- 01:04 Been picking out Franz' Come on Home on the keys. Bit fiddly for me. Is that why they never play it live? :P #
04 May 2009 @ 11:02 pm
- 22:12 Eh, shame on you Ashes to Ashes for making anti-vivisectionists The Unoriginally Violent Brainwashed Bad Guys. Didn't enjoy that one much. #
03 May 2009 @ 11:01 pm
- 22:56 My all time favourite film just on Bravo! <333 Is it wrong to want to decorate just like Delia Deitz....? #
28 April 2009 @ 07:31 pm
I think there's very few words that get my hackles up quite as much as 'remake'.
'They' are remaking Drop Dead Fred.
NO. STOP. PLZ.
Much as I admire the wish to make it more like my favourite film of all time, the whole idea of there being a universe of imaginary friends was kind of covered by the film itself. The scene in the doctors waiting room where all the imaginary friends hang out together? Hilarious, and pretty much covers the concept.
And I like Russell Brand, but he could never step into Mayall's shoes. Y'hear me? Never.
Honestly, you'd think there was no more ideas left in the whole of Hollywood. No wonder decent writers struggle to get anywhere!
26 April 2009 @ 11:19 pm
There's an interview with Robert Lindsay in yesterday's Daily Mail, with him going on about how he regrets losing friendships due to selfishness.
When real life goes and copies something you COMPLETELY MADE UP, that's eeeeeerie, that is.
In other news, someone stop my sudden hayfever. I can't take any more sneezing.
23 April 2009 @ 11:02 pm
- 23:06 Mum's just handed me signed (to moi) pics of Trevor and Simon - her colleague is friends with Si! Am full of childish glee <3333333333 #
17 April 2009 @ 01:14 am
UPDATE, BEX. UPDATE.
It seems only pure, undiluted fangirlish glee can inspire me enough to post on LJ at the moment, hence the somewhat running theme of my last few entries. LJ's just been a bit, I don't know, blah. Which it shouldn't be, what with its 10th birthday an' all. Maybe I was a bit blah on my 10th (actually, I was a bit *hormonal* what with mother nature giving me a really inappropriate gift. Anyway).
Well, I think you may have gathered that I rather enjoyed Red Dwarf's ressurrection. The first part was decidedly weird but then I've always been creeped out by the lack of laughter track when it comes to RD. By part two, it didn't matter, it was full steam ahead. Although how much sense did it make to those who haven't seen Blade Runner (and if you haven't, SEE IT. NOW. I INSIST. COME BACK LATER.) I don't know. Thankfully I wrote a paper on it in my first year (fittingly, I wrote one on RD in my last year!) so the million references didn't pass me by. But I'll stand by the bottom of our stairs and eat a barncake if I didn't sit through the whole thing with a grin! Now, where's that series?
In similar fangirl news, ROBERT'S GOING TO BE IN EMMA!* Oh much yayness, a costume drama has finally happened for him. Also loved his little foray back on to My Family last week, although am dismayed the production team couldn't come up with an excuse for interesting outfits this time round. That's probably because Bobbeh Lindsay was busy wearing them!
* I apologise to
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mysticheaven for any confusion caused. And maybe I ought to take the batteries out of the smut alarm.