clo_again: (Jellybaby <3)
Oh my god, my brother has a touchscreen Sony Vaio which I am typing this from right now and I want one so much. SO MUCH.

Also, currently surrounded by five dogs all trying to see what I'm typing. It's hard to see even a touchscreen with Pippen's face in front of it. Yes, I love you too please stop licking my face.

In conclusion, MY BROTHER'S MENAGERIE IS INSANE. But he has the world's most amazing laptop aaahhh.
clo_again: (Melpet - Good Day)
Me: What're you watching?
Mum: Law and Order.
Me: Oh, is Jamie Bamber still in it?!
Mum: Which one's he?
Me: Er. The pretty one?
Mum: *thinks* Oh, yes he is!

That's either a compliment to Jamie Bamber or an insult to the rest of the cast.

~

I've really struggled to love the world today. My bad mood hung around through coffee, and reading the excellent Full Moon City, and rearranging my room to make it beautifully tidy and actually liveable. On the plus side, hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow in a better mood and my room will already be beautiful and liveable and I'll know where everything I own actually is.

(Except not that last one, because my storage method is 'cram everything into a box!', so finding anything in my room is a Russian Roulette of boxes. Or maybe more like a babushka doll, with ever decreasing boxes and never anything useful inside. It looks pretty; I have many pretty boxes. It's just not very practical.)

~

This icon has utterly no relevance to this post, especially not the sentiment but it was new and pretty and has Philipp Petzschner getting glomptackled by Jürgen Melzer when they won Wimbledon last year. Here is the most delightful video of it. If they won Wimbledon every day, every day would indeed be a good day.
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - *facepalm*)
Me *regarding kitchen shelf holding sugar jars*: That shelf leans a bit. Do you think we should move the heavy jars?
Mother: It's fine. *removes jars and tugs on shelf* See? *tugs harder; shelf comes off wall in a shower of plaster* Oh! Oh I see your point.
Me: ...My point was that maybe we just shouldn't put heavy things on there.


Seriously. There aren't enough palms and faces in the world.

eta: Hey, Dreamwidth automatically updates the LJ post when you edit it on DW. That's nice.

You can also read/comment on this entry here http://aomakutu.dreamwidth.org/2363.html .
clo_again: (Derren Brown - A philosophy of cake)
Me: *covering cake with chocolate fudge icing*
Chocolate Fudge Icing: *falls off spoon to splat on the floor*
Me: If I don't clean that up right now, I will step in it. Let me just fix that bit on the cake.

~five minutes later~

Me: *steps in something warm and squidgy* AS$%&*USH^&^£$£DF$£"^%DA!!%$£"£^!!!!!!
Mother in next room: WHAT?!!
Me: ...Nothing.
Me: I just stepped in my own procrastination.



On the plus side, Creme Egg Cake of Awesome is finished and decorated despite a few Almost Disaster moments. However, it took so long to finish that 'rents gave up and went to bed so it can't be cut until tomorrow and cutting it is going to be AWESOME (at least I hope so :D) so pictures will be posted tomorrow when I have pictures with slices cut out.

Right now I am going to watch Ashes to Ashes (I was cake-occupied longer than I planned; I was supposed to be watching it on time with cake *eyeroll*) with what I feel is a well-deserved Long Island Iced Tea and then maybe Grey's Anatomy because I watched Bones last night instead (I am getting rather fond of Bones and how forgiving it is to people who start watching in series five (?) with only a vague idea who everyone is).

That is assuming I don't fall asleep on the sofa because between reading fic last night and being dragged out early shopping this morning, I'm running on about four hours sleep. Bleh. On the plus side I've added some great Johnny Weir/Stephane Lambiel slash to my memories under the Skating RPS tag for anyone who's interested. There was one in particular that I wanted to rec but I can't remember which. Nevermind, they're all worth reading. ^_^

To Ashes to Ashes! Yay!

eta: It was this Johnny/Stephane fic in particular that I enjoyed. Accidental marriage! Lying to the press! Adorable awkwardness! <3 Really, it's 20,000 words of pure loveliness. Totally worth reccing the heck out of.
clo_again: (Roger - Mostly Me)
My father greeted me as I came down the stairs this morning with:

Him: Oh! The final's been cancelled.
Me: No it hasn't.
Him: It has. Federer's wife's gone into labour so he's pulled out.
Me: No he hasn't.
Him: He has. *to my mother* You saw it on the news didn't you?
Her: ...Yes?
Him: See?
Me: ...Yeah, considering my phone hasn't exploded with text messages, I'm going to go with that being a lie. Nice try.
Him: *shrugs*

And then I double-checked Google news as soon as my laptop was on. Sometimes I hate my parents.

I did come across this brief article on the odds on Baby Federer names which seems to me rather silly (and is of course in the Mirror, so it's to be expected). Ace?! There're people in the world who genuinely think Roger Federer would name any of his spawn 'Ace' (admittedly, with those odds...)?

On the flip side, I'm not that fond of 'Robert' and quite frankly if he names it Rafael I will forever refer to it as the (Ninja) Turtle in outrage.

'Heidi' made me laugh though. Firstly because of course people name their children after their country's classic literature; this is why Britain is full of Elizabeths, Janes and Fitzwilliams and secondly because my grandmother had a Yorkshire Terrier when I was growing up named Heidi. Then again, Tim Minchin has just named his son Caspar... maybe it's the beginning of a trend.

But my money's on none of those. I have confidence in Roger coming up with something as utterly ridiculous and yet utterly perfect as his Wimbledon outfits. And you know, Mirka may make the occasional bad decision with a dress but she's far too sensible to let him saddle the kid with anything awful. I hope. If I didn't have an inexplicable whim that it's going to be a girl, I'd quite like him to call it Fred. Has tennis pretensions but also, Fred's just a name that needs some more love.

It has absolutely nothing to do with me wanting to giggle every time I say 'Fred Federer'. Nope.

~

I'm wondering if I can make it up and down the hill behind the house before the tennis coverage starts. Popular opinion says no. I'm not so sure. I'm also not so sure if I can be bothered. Hm.
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - Help Me!)
Parents are annoying me again. Case in point; the man always used to make me turn over whatever I was watching so he could watch the six o'clock news. The six o'clock news is sacred.

Earlier:

Dad: *watching recorded rugby*
Me: *Twitter reminds her she's following what's going on in Iran* Dad, it's time for the news.
Dad: I'M WATCHING THE RUGBY.
Me: ...Okay?

I would've actually really liked to see the news; it's repeated at ten but they'll be watching something else then. Or you know, sleeping on the couch while 'watching' something but I'll get yelled at for stealing the remote and turning it over. To watch the news. I don't know either, except that he's been a pissy little girl since I got home. Maybe it's a midlife crisis and he can't afford a Porshe to take it out on.

...Mmm. Maybe I'll watch Lost in Translation later. I should really take a break from Tom Ward and Silent Witness or MI5 are going to start wondering why I have such an interest in forensics (because one of these days, Harry and Nikki are going to finally get it on and I'm going to be there to witness it dammit. I mean, to watch the episode. Yes.

I haven't considered writing Silent Witness fic. Honest).

In the meanime I watched more Paul McDermott on youtube, since the people at GNW haven't seen fit to upload the podcast yet (I am bitter! Totally!) and decided that his crotchface routine* is even funnier when you have the sound off because a parental is in the room. Incidentally it's rumoured that the woman he flops over at the end is, in fact, his mother.

And my parents think they have problems with me. Hah hah hah hah.

He is rather distinctly adorable interviewing random people at the Montreal Comedy Festival though. I'm pretty sure we watched this while I was at [livejournal.com profile] mayakitten's but thinking about it is making me nostalgic for Canberra so now I'm going to go play on The Sims 2 (I have no money for Sims3. Woe!)

Also no damn supermarket over here stocks Tui beer**. I couldn't even find rice crackers which boggles the mind because I know they used to sell those here. I forgot to check for TimTams but that's three strikes and they're out, I'll be writing them off in favour of Australia. Bah.

~

* I do genuinely want to know if anyone's ever grabbed... what's being, essentially, offered. I would be so, so tempted depending on who was sitting next to me (for example, if I was with parentals then I'd probably die of embarrassment. If it was [livejournal.com profile] mayakitten, yeah I'd cop a feel because it's Paul McDermott and she gets it.

If I was there with [livejournal.com profile] chickybee32 I rather suspect I'd forgo grabbing in favour of simply undoing his trousers. Hey, he's offering...).


** I've tried ASDA, Tesco and Booths. Next up: Morrisons. Stay tuned.
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - Help Me!)
I'm home. So far it's weird but mostly nice, although I rather suspect I'll be very glad to head to Newcastle next Saturday just to get out of the house and be doing something again. However, there're no words to express how lovely it was to wake up at 7am this morning (I was in bed by 9:45pm. I'd just spent twenty two hours travelling; seriously, I'm amazed I held out that long) and to be able to get up and meander around without worrying about waking anyone, to wander downstairs and sit on the sofa with a coffee and get reacquainted with Harry the Second (my biiiig laptop). It was unspeakably wonderful. I rather think that if I'd been working in Australia and had my own place, I really wouldn't have wanted to leave. Add 'working in Australia-probably-Sydney-but-Melbourne-would-be-nice-too' to the list of things I'd like to do sometime, along with 'become famous author' and 'own debenture tickets to Wimbledon'.

And now I'm home, I have to say the biggest, hugest, massive-est THANK YOU to [livejournal.com profile] chickybee32, [livejournal.com profile] mayakitten, [livejournal.com profile] acityofwonder, [livejournal.com profile] irradiatedsoup, [livejournal.com profile] futureperfect and [livejournal.com profile] falln who all took time out of their lives and/or opened up their respective houses to the souvenir-crazy Brit to make my whole Australia experience so utterly wonderful. I love all of you. You're amazing. Whenever you all make it to the UK, whatever couch/spare bed I may have at the time is yours, along with tour guiding and much forcing encouraging you to watch British tv.

(I'll probably flail a little bit extra over you if you bring me more Tim Tams but I'll be ridiculously happy to see you regardless. ;) )

Seriously yous guys. You rule. <3

~

IN LESS HAPPY NEWS RELATING TO AUSTRALIA: I hate stupid TV laws that mean I can't watch the Good News Week stuff off the site back here in the UK. Ggrr. And no good Australian proxy servers seem to exist. It means I'll have to wait for the podcast to be uploaded before I can watch Monday's episode but Wil Anderson twittered about how hilarious it was filming it and I don't want to wait. Britain would love your comedy, Australia! You should sell it to Dave so they can repeat it a millionty one times a week!

...Please?

On the plus side I did take about 150 caps of Paul doing his blog while I was still in Oz and now I'm happily engaged in making icons of them all, with only the occasional mournfulness over not being able to rewatch them whenever. Seriously. Unfair. But pretty icons!

And also a plus, my DAAS dvd works just fine on Harry II (who is huge. I'v had dinky little Beaver the Netbook for two months and now I suddenly have all seventeen-inch-screen of Harry back. It's weirding me out) and all my books have arrived so I suppose I should just suck it up and be glad that they upload the podcasts at all, for free. I'm thinking about downloading Thank God You're Here too. I'm pining for Aussie comedy and the new series of QI isn't being shown until *September* even though they've filmed it all, so there's no British awesome to distract me.

The woes of my life. Need moar comedy! Except, I'm pretty sure Dave will have a QI marathon on at some point this week - because they always do - and all will be right with the world once more. Give me a month; you'll say "Paul McDermott" and I'll say "Who?"

...That's a lie. But a comforting one.

~

Oh Andy. There're no words for the
suckitude of this happening to you in the all-too-short grass season
. There's a week until Wimbledon starts though, so I'm still optimistic hopeful.

On the subject of tennis, this made me giggle: Robin Soderling never threatened, the rain tried and gave up and the Spanish lunatic could only leave him a mite shaken, but not in the remotest stirred. Federer is so mellow, he just tried to shy away from the intruder instead of clocking him; one would liked to have seen the idiot try the same trick on Marat Safin.

I would indeed. Here's to some idiot running on court to try to drape a flag over Marat Safin! We'd probably get a lesson in how to break a racquet over someone's head. Certainly it'd be an example to all the crazies out there of why Chasing Someone With Easily-a-Potential-Weapon In Hand and a career in using it with no small amount of force, could be a bad idea.

~

...I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say but it's gone. Hm. Went on a walk with the parentals earlier and we saw a cormorant catch and eat an eel, which is exciting but not what I wanted to say. I think.

Oh well. I'm sure either Livejournal, Facebook or Twitter will be around for me to fling it to the internets when I remember.
clo_again: (John Simm - Made of awesome)
When people said that New Zealand eats money, they really weren't joking. I was just going to do the (free!) museum today but in the lift last night I spotted a poster for this LotR tour including Weta and... yeah. They actually pick up outside the museum though, so I'm figuring on a couple of hours museuming and then the tour and then some shopping to actually find somewhere that sells NZ jumpers/sweaters because it's really getting cold. Everyone keeps telling me to buy thermals for the south island.

Worse, I think they're actually serious. Where do you even buy thermals from? I don't exactly live in a country where you ever need them.

On a different note entirely, I ordered Paul McDermott's The Forgetting of Wisdom three weeks ago. Thought to ask my parents this week if 'anything had arrived for me recently' and was told no, nothing. Sent an email back basically along the lines of !!!!!!!!???????

And this morning they emailed to say "Well a book called The Forgetting of Wisdom arrived for you a week ago, is that what you meant?"

...And my parents were worried about me on my trip. You know what, I think they should spend more time worrying about the fact they have no clue what's going on.

Now I have to apologise to a nice Amazon marketplace seller for telling her the book hadn't arrived. Sigh. At least I hadn't asked for a refund yet, just double-checked when it was posted, so it is just a matter of grovelling a little.

Parents. There're no words.


(On yet another note, I'm staying in the YHA in Wellington and it's lovely. My view is out across the harbour and kicks ass, plus the beds are the most comfortable of any hostel so far. Nice hostels ftw! I'm a bit sad that I'm only here the two nights but tomorrow I head to Nelson. And in Nelson there's the shop of the jewellers who designed the One Ring for LotR... and they make replicas. No I'm not planning on emptying my bank account at all.

:DDDDDDD)
clo_again: (Pegg/Frost - Bondage)
The special Google logo for the first day of Spring just had me cooing over the cute. Then I hovered the mouse over to see the 'Designed by Eric Carle' and gleed like crazy. Oh Google. I know you're taking over the world but it's things like this that make me not care.

I found myself being bored by The Sarah Connor Chronicles for the first time tonight (it was the episode 'Some Must Watch, While Others Must Sleep', because spoilers! )

And now I'm going to watch Grey's Anatomy because even though if I give my brain anymore time off it may actually liquify, I am a slave to the McDreamy. And McSteamy gets a credit in my contract too, if only for looking like Marat Safin's twin brother.

(I made my parents watch Sweeney Todd tonight. My mum liked the bits she didn't sleep through, except the end. My dad slept through 90% of it then declared it was boring, as he does for pretty much every film I ever say he should watch. Yet somehow they manage to stay awake for Coronation Street and Emmerdale (my views of which I will not go into as I would like to see Grey's before 3am) every bloody night.

The odds on me making my flight back from Australia just decreased. A lot. -_- Just once it'd be nice for them to watch something I like - something that they would actually enjoy if they gave it a shot! - and express an interest, rather than expressing snores.

Nevermind Johnny Depp, I still love you.)
clo_again: (Dustfinger - Incandescence)
Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] mayakitten

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.



Memesis precious )

I tag... everyone! Have at it! :)

~

As you can perhaps tell from the icon, I enjoyed Inkheart yesterday. I found the book hard going for the first two-thirds and I probably would've put it down in frustration if I hadn't loved the character of Dustfinger enough to keep turning pages. Likewise Paul Bettany was definitely the best thing about the film, lickable hipbones and all (was it just me or did Brendan Fraser seem a little... lost in this film? He was a good casting choice, he just seemed to sit a little uncomfortably in the middle of everyone as if afraid of putting a foot wrong) but the rest of it made for much easier going than the book. I loved the way they did the writing over everyone. I need to find a god picture of Resa so I can icon her with hers. Or the unicorn, because there's something unspeakably cool about a white unicorn with black text all over it.

So I'll probably be buying it on DVD at some point, if just to icon every second of Paul Bettany. Mmmmmmm.

We also went back to the Yummy Cupcake cafe (:DDD) and I saw Lancaster library for the first time, despite spending three years of uni walking past it. It's actually kinda cool and I really should've looked in there before.

And now for something completely different... family rantage )

~

So this entry doesn't end with my self-pity, [livejournal.com profile] damageverse has been updated with the next part. If you haven't read it yet, you really should for it is awesome. I'll be checking. There may be a pop quiz. Hm.

Dammit, I meant to talk about Havemercy in this entry and got side-tracked with complaining. Later, when I've actually some of my to-do list; in the meantime, go and buy it. Seriously. Metal dragons. Amazing characters. It's my new crack.
clo_again: (Spaced - omgyay!)
I HAZ ME AN INTERNETS!!!

Oh how I've missed you internet (seriously; how do people run their lives without internet? Train times, film times, the news, the weather; how does anyone function without it all there, all the time? I mainly played a lot of Sims 2 and lived in a bubble for two weeks). The internet probably missed me less, especially considering I've done a grand total of diddly squat since I was last sitting on a sofa with my laptop open to LJ.

Well okay, I've moved a couple of hundred miles north, unpacked everything I own from boxes, bags and suitcases and crammed it into a smaller space than before, fangirled over Derren Brown a lot with [livejournal.com profile] make_a_move, whined a lot about our COMPLETE LACK OF SNOW HERE *is not bitter, really*, avoiding my parents as much as possible, watched a tennis match, ignored a tennis match, thought about a tennis match some more until it made me want to write fic... then went away and wrote an entirely different fic.

Because. You see. I got a couple of extra bookcases out of the move, which meant I got enough space to have out books I hadn't seen in years. Most of my Tamora Pierce collection was out already but Kel was at the back of the cupboard, along with the one Daine book I owned (I'd read everything but from the library, years ago). In London at New Year I bought a new set of the Immortals quartet from Forbidden Planet and then, when I was thinking how nice it'd be to see all my TP books out together for the first time ever (they take up pretty much an entire shelf of the bookcase), it occurred to me that I only owned the first two Alanna books. Which was kind of annoying. So I bought The Woman Who Rides Like A Man and Lioness Rampant before I lost my 'net, so aside from unpacking in my almost-three weeks away from LJ's procrastination, I re-read my way through Tortall backwards, from Kel to Daine to Alanna.

And then, having read Alanna in full for the first time since the first time, years and years ago - I realised a lot of things about the final book really bugged me. I didn't like Roger in my first reading of those books. I really really hated him (Roger Federer appearing on my TV as I type that is not comforting universe). On my second reading of the latter two I found that rather than hating him, I was hating not seeing his side of the story. Yeah so he's crazy but with reason and, despite the monumental stupidity of the other characters in letting him wander freely through the pages to wreak chaos, and despite similar monumental stupidity from his own minions, he's actually a pretty successful bad guy despite-or-because-of that insanity.

This is turning into that 'meta on Roger, Duke of Conté' that I'm not going to do right now because it's about time I actually read a different book. Instead, have the fic that came from venting my frustration over the total lack of exploration into Roger's side of the story during Lioness Rampant. As a side note I, uh. Realise only a few of you on my flist will have any idea what I'm rambling about but that's no excuse considering the innate awesome of Tamora Pierce and how you should all go immediately to Amazon to buy her entire library. Go, quick. Actually read the first thing I've actually written in I think over a year first, then go.

It is indeed the first thing I've written in over a year. It's the first thing I've actually finished in longer than I care to remember. So, judge away but I finished something. Clearly to be a writer all I have to do is quit my job.

~~

(link goes to my fic IJ)


Title: To Kill A King
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Song of the Lioness quartet, specifically toward the end of Lioness Rampant. Implied Roger/Thom, implied Roger/Jonathan if you squint (don’t judge me; even Alanna says “I know you love him” in Hands of the Goddess).
Word Count: 2,903
Summary: An early morning summons to Jonathan’s room could spell ruin for Roger’s plan.

~

I really want to go to bed now but the lure of shiny new internets is strong. Mmmm.

edit: I hhmmm over sleep and the internet delivers; there's piercefic community. Cue me not getting anymuch sleep tonight then. Good thing I have chocolate.
clo_again: (Monkton - Where are we going?)
I just recognised the music on the Sky Sports December advert as being from a movie I'd seen recently but couldn't work out which. It took me three rewinds&plays to realise it was from Stardust which I rewatched last week; my music memory used to be pretty good but three relistens is pushing it. Woe for my oldness/job boredom killing my braincells. Maybe I should rewatch Top Gear in work and make it my mission to identify all the music.

In other tellybox news:

Michael Shanks being on Atlantis when I'm channel-surfing past it still throws me. Dear Daniel, stop being in different galaxies to Jack/Mitchell/Vala/Sam. YOU ARE MORE AWESOME TOGETHER. What do you mean problems with character copyrights (except Jack, who should be 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT MORE TIME OFF RDA, DAMN YOU FOR NOT HAVING CLONES)? Though that was like five seasons back, so I wonder if they sorted that now?* Hm. Anyway, quit it. It's confusing and also I'm three series behind so I don't understand what you're doing there so I can't enjoy extra Daniel-time. You're a very annoying space monkey.

ITV2 were showing The Mummy Returns earlier. I forget how big a fangirl-crush that movie gave me for Oded Fehr. Mmmmm. He was not as pretty in Resident Evil 3 (it was too bad for me to remember what it was actually called) and I was sad (and then annoyed when they did something I won't mention in case there's anyon who still wants to see it and be surprised at something other than how bad Mila Jokovich's airbrushing really is). I should look up his other movies because he is pretty, especially with long hair.

On this week's Merlin:

Own up. Who else thought of Harry Potter when they were in the labyrinth? And then probably facepalmed like I did. Yeah.

I would say more (more about the ARTHUR/MERLIN YAY, ARTHUR/MERLIN/RAT BWAHAHA!) ut Casper is glaring at me to demand food and after that I kind of want a nap. Just because there are no 'rents here to tell me not to.

~

They've decided to rent the house they saw today in the Lake District. Apparently the room I'll be in is on the third floor (plus; better view) but has the hot water boiler in there (downside; I shall be demanding a pretty screen to put in front of it, not that I'll actually be there that long hopefully). There is a third small bedroom next to mine which I'm going to make into my library. My parents don't know this yet but they will.

I must go feed Casper before he eats my feet. We haven't told him he's going to the Lake District yet. I'm pretty sure he won't be impressed.

eta: * Obviously they have sorted it because I know Sam wasn't allowed to be in the pilot but she's been on it as a regular since. Although after SG-1 finished. Hm. This is when I would like to work on TV shows, to know what went on behind the scenes.
clo_again: (Hamster - *facepalm*)
AHAHAHAHAHATHEYSETITONFIRE. Oh Top Gear, I love you so much. And the manly smoothie. And James being Finnish and just, everything Hamster did throughout the entire episode and... !!!

Oh Top Gear. Never ever change.

~

In more depressing News of My Life, I had ambitions to accomplish stuff this weekend, none of which I've actually accomplished, even remotely. Basically I've been ambitious but rubbish. Utterly so. To really finish it off, instead of cleaning out Barnabas or changing my sheets or anything useful at all, actually, I'm going to go and try to forget how much my parents are irritating me this month (thank you so much for reminding me "Don't go to bed too late, you have to get up in the morning", like you do every damn night, because you know I'd forgotten that I have to go back to the soul-sucking hell in the morning because I am five years old. Jesus, we'd get on better if they just never said anything to me) by rewatching Lilo and Stitch. Mainly because Stephen Fry was just in Hawaii on the tellybox, so I'm blaming my uselessness solely on him. Damn you Fry.

I apologise for my crapness at being LJ-present lately. This is what soul-sucking hell forty hours a week will do to you. Hopefully I will get my life in order sometime in the next few weeks, but I am not optimistic. I don't even know what the answer to it all is anymore.

Quit work, probably. Roll on January.

~

I still hate Harry the Second's keyboard. Bah.

~

Five years on, I still love this song, which I finally found to download off play.com today. I wrote Aeneas/Pallas slash to this in college. Wow, that was a long time ago.

Speaking of music, I also ordered Hungry Lucy's To Kill A King off Play Trade, off someone with mostly-positive but also some-worrying feedback, but it was cheaper than I'd ever seen it (though still more expensive than I should be spending; there goes that Animal backpack I had my eye on) and I've wanted it forever. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if it gets here and whether it's a copy when it does. I'll be pissed if I paid £13 for a copy, I really will.

Well. Maybe a little less pissed if it works...

eta: Oh and also, I wanted to congratulate monkey boy on winning the Masters Cup. As much as I'm still hurting for Roger and just want this tennis year over with, I like Djokovic and I'm happy he won. (Obviously I would've preferred it to be Murray but that's my British side talking. My love of the bendy prefers Djokovic).

I tried to pick one picture but couldn't. He's too hilariously happy )

So there you go. A bizarre tennis year bookended neatly by Djokovic, who I certainly wasn't this fond of back in January. Here's to Roger having better luck in 2009, Murray continuing to be awesome without showing so much as a flicker of an expression, Andy finding a girlfriend who I can actually say something complimentary about, Djokovic continuing to go deliciously banana-shaped when serving, Mardy happily sitting in the background being the only sensible one of the lot of them, and other things happening to other people who I don't like as much but won't go into specifics.

Wait, I believe in karma in tennis and that you should never wish bad things on the people you don't like because it'll come back to bite you or rather your favourite players); so forget that last bit. Just good things all round for everyone I like. Especially Roger, who absolutely does not want or deserve mono from Santa Claus this year. Quite frankly, if I could manufacture Red Dwarf's Luck Virus I'd send him a year's supply.

I mean hey, it's not that ridiculous an idea. After all Marat's clearly got a sizable stash of Sexual Magnetism.


And so concludes this whole weird year of tennis. Thank the deity of your choice for godamn that.
clo_again: (Spaced - omgyay!)
IT'S SNOWING.

Okay, so it's alternating between hailstones and snow but a few minutes ago it was proper massive floofy flakes falling and it's been doing it for about an hour now and it's just, snow. Near enough to my birthday as to make no difference and I so so hope this is a sign of having an actual proper winter this year with frost and snow. The worst thing about this country is the useless indecisive climate but snow. In October. I am way too excited, something not shared by Casper who wriggled emphatically in complaint when I picked him up from his basket to sleep. He's definitely at the opposite end of the scale to me when it comes to snow appreciation.

The awesome of snow if almost enough to distract me from the fact that I can't find my discs with Word and Photoshop on. Almost but not quite. There's a free 60-day trial of Word that comes with the laptop, so that's okay for NaNo but dammit I want Photoshop on here.

However, I distinctly remember giving the discs to my dad and do not disctinctly remember getting them back. This may be the problem.

I don't have my snow icon here anymore. That should be fixed.
clo_again: (Derren Brown - A philosophy of cake)
Well my order is officially listed as cancelled on the status page. Next step; grovelling phone call to the brother. Oh yayness.

I really wanted a purple laptop. :(

I am so avoiding Horribly Boring Filing right now. I've been putting it off for two weeks and it's mounted up and now it's looming in all its ominous tedium. Which is why I shouldn't put it off but then, it's boring...

You know, I'm struggling to care this week. It's just harder than usual, for no real reason except maybe the 'rents are away so it's more time-consuming with buses instead of lifts or maybe it's because my fortnight holiday is finally imminent. Idk. It's just more difficult.
clo_again: (Maneki Neko - Year of the Cow)
Today I went to Chester to buy a Cheshire Cat. (That thought amused me all the way on the train. Little things...) I saw him before Christmas in a garden centre but let myself be talked into putting him on the Christmas list instead of buying him immediately. And of course, there was no Cat on Christmas Day and it's taken me since then to find an actual shop selling them so I could ask them to order one in. So yay! He's worth the nine month wait and the money that I really shouldn't be spending on silly things right now. £16.00 over nine months isn't exactly much. ;) The whole Disney Traditions collection is beautiful: there's more of them here. I love the Peter Pan over Neverland. Maybe it's worth trying again with the Christmas list option and I can point them toward the shop that'll order them in now... The dinky little Jolly Roger is so freaking cute.

You know, one day I'm going to have a house full of the randomest things. If I can ever afford a house after emptying my bank account over so much randomness.

Although! Worryingly, when idly contemplating the shelf above my desk earlier wondering if there was space for the new Cat, I was quite alarmed to find myself looking at this.

...Don't see it? Look closer. Last time I was in London, I snitched the little plastic guitar-spike that held my Hard Rock Cafe burger together because it was cute and you know, free Hard Rock souvenirs! I discovered it again a few weeks ago at the bottom of my bag and, after trial-and-error, found that Jack's skeleton fingers curled around just right to hold it.

BUT IT WAS A PLOT. It seems he set the whole thing up because he was annoyed at Captain Jack (WHY IS THERE NO SOLIDARITY BETWEEN THE JACKS OF THE WORLD? I need to buy a Jack Sparrow; war will break lose in my bedroom) snuggling so close to Sally and Hard Rock Cafe burger-holders are in fact perfect stabbing devices for action figures. Who knew?

Wesley is lurking ominously too. I found Captain Jack's blaster so he returned Wesley's crossbow but I think there's some lingering anger there. Also, you get a cookie if you can spot what Wesley's pink bike helmet is hiding. I've broken that hand off at least three times and reglued it.

Today was lovely. I was in such a good mood anyway and then the weather was ridiculously nice and even though I missed the first bus and had to wait an hour, the bus stop is right outside my house so it wasn't exactly a downside to have an extra hour to finish my coffee. And it's been so long since I've been on a solo shopping trip, I'd forgotten how much more satisfying it is. Mmmm.

You know, my mood has much improved since Thursday which, perhaps not coincidentally, is when my parents left to go on holiday. There are other factors that stopped me being such a miserable sod as I was earlier in the week but the peace and quiet to leave dirty mugs out of the dishwasher for more than ten minutes, to sit and watch P&P all afternoon, to leave cooking dinner until I can actually be bothered without being nagged to death... it's surprisingly relaxing. Though, the train I caught home was going to Cardiff and the temptation to forget my stop and carry on all the way was immense. Oh Cardiff. Roll on October 25th, though leaving again after just three days... although it'll be my birthday and I have been promised Chinese food so, incentive. Lacking the time and money to move immediately to Cardiff, I'm spending the night in with Mr Darcy because Lost in Austen reminded me how much I love the original series. Colin Firth/wet shirt OTP! And there there'll be spag bol and the second part of Tin Man which is a little sillier than I expected but very good and in general I'm remembering why I love the 'rents being away on holiday. Tomorrow I'm going to dig out the ancient Playstation and see if I can complete FFVIII again before Friday when they get home (that reminds me, Squall and Rinoa felt left out of the action figure spam and demanded to be included, even though it's very difficult to take a picture of the top shelf that doesn't end up with a weird perspective).

So in general, life is good enough for me to be taking silly pictures of action figures.

...Pretty damn good then. :) (Note: not so good that Carabas the purple laptop has arrived yet. But he will. Dammit.)
clo_again: (Default)
I took a minute out from cheering on the Wolfman, who still probably tops the list of Things I Love Most From My Childhood, to go into the office to grab the laptop... only to be faced with this outside the window. That's the best picture I could get without falling off the computer chair but seriously, that's a big spider. For us over here in rainy 'ol Britain anyway. She's been living outside the window all summer but she's always been "Wow, that's big" rather than "Holy fuck". I, uh. Opened the window to try to get a clearer picture, accidentally broke a strand of the GIGANTIC WEB... and slammed the window shut yelling "DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME!"

Yeah. Courage? In the face of insects? Not my strong point. Australia is going to be interesting.

Terrifying Arachnid Episodes aside, Gladiators: Legends was *awesome*. It was like My Childhood VS The Present and My Childhood was still kicking ass. Oh Wolf. You are still fantastic. It was worth annoying my parents with squee all week for you.

More squee was had when random SkyGuide flickage - which is weird for me; I read it like once a year - revealed the fourth series of Grey's Anatomy, my delicious crack that I've been missing terribly because Private Practise just isn't the same, starts on the 11th. Yay! Maybe it'll actually get me through the next seven weeks of working five days a week without a break. -_- Unfun. But then there's the awesome of Moran and Cardiff and London, and then there's only a month before I'm free. I can totally do this. Baby steps. Plus I get a new laptop next weekend (it was going to be this weekend but once again we must rearrange our lives around my brother. I'm not bitter. I've only been waiting two months already. Not bitter at all)

It just dawned on me that it's late and I have to go to bed because I have to get up tomorrow. That's the part that's really sucking, the early mornings. The tennis scheduling was kind today though; everything I was excited about was on at a watchable hour. It gave me Roger winning beautifully two minutes before Gladiators started, then Andy winning in straight sets after. I was so happy to see Roger playing better. It has to give him confidence going into the second week and confidence is so what he needs in bucketloads now. C'mon Roger. Win this damn thing.

I have been neglecting LJ rather lately. Sorry. There's only so much I can say about the idiots I get in work. Must be more interesting.

Must get more sleep. >_< Bah.
clo_again: (Roger Federer)
You know, I've been all for tennis being at the Olympics. It's a sport, more of a sport than some of the things there and I think as a sport, it should feature in the biggest, most unique sporting event in the world. Why should tennis players not have the chance to win a medal along with the horse riders and the swimmers and the runners? Why should they be told sorry, you just aren't Olympic material?

But watching this bronze medal match? With Djokovic and Blake looking like they'd rather walk over hot coals than play tennis? With Djokovic apparently in floods of tears as he walked off court yesterday? It's like, maybe tennis doesn't lend itself to an Olympic structure. Especially this whole bronze medal match idea. There's Olympic spirit and then there's just plain damn cruelty.

Also, I'm getting tired of the commentators putting Roger out to pasture already. Seriously. He's made two Grand Slam finals this year and he made the semis of the AO with glandular fever. Yes, he's having a bad year by his standards but if you shot a horse based on it having a bad year, very quickly all you'd have would be an empty stable. This wasn't his year and yeah it sucked beyond words that it happened to coincide with the Olympics but, christ. You've been kissing the ground he walks on for almost five years. Don't be holding a gun to his head right now, when what he really could use is a little faith. Assholes.

... Guess what? The Olympic tennis finishes tomorrow. Bet everyone on my flist who hates tennis(though if you hate tennis how are you still reading anyway?)/the Olympics is really happy about that.

~

My Uncle kind of hinted that he might show up sometime today to take me for a ride on his Harley. I've wanted to go for a ride on it since he got it last year (or at least the first one. Which he, uh. Totalled. But it was someone else's fault! So it's fine. I'm fine. Um) but I have this nagging feeling that he'll show up just as Roger starts playing and I'll have to say "...Can you come back tomorrow?" I was hoping it would rain to give me an excuse but doesn't look likely. Dammit. A whole year and he would pick today. Hopefully he'll forget, or be busy. Roger winning an Olympic medal is way more important. Actually, mm. I should look into DVDing it actually. I knew there was a reason I spent half an hour fixing the DVD recorder the other night.
clo_again: (Roger - Vintage)
Watching Gonzo vs Blake and the commentators are complaining about how badly the tennis side of the Olympics has been organised. Schedules not available until after midnight, players with no idea what's going on, no programmes...

Somehow, in four years when it's Wimbledon running the show? I don't think there'll be any problems.

Though, wow. Four years. How many of our guys will still be playing then? :( Though it's funny to think, the Olympics marks the fourth wait that was some terrible maths fifth year of me watching tennis, yet the landscape is essentially the same. We've lost a few people along the way, Roger's in a slump and Andy is, well, Andy is still almost-losing to the weirdest people (Schwank Andy? Seriously? What, were you too busy laughing at his name to play?). I guess Djokovic has appeared from off the radar. And Andy Murray is actually looking like a top five player and not just the British press' whipping boy for the next ten years. So, stuff has changed. A bit. And I know that they don't speak Swiss in Switzerland now, which is a step up.

Mmmm. Where will tennis be in four years. Interesting.

~

On another note entirely, my dad just got back from South Africa and he's bought me Witchdoctor Bones. With actual bones. They're the coolest thing ever. *glees*
clo_again: (Maneki Neko - Year of the Cow)
Have discovered Paula Cole. Bought the CD for Where Have All the Cowboys Gone and discovered the Dawson's Creek theme song, which I always loved even though I never really watched the show, is on there too. I love it.

I'm so glad it's the weekend. I promise to catch up on everything sometime in the next day or so.

I kind of want to make a Roger soundtrack, only it doesn't know whether it wants to be a Roger soundtrack or a fic soundtrack yet but it's been stewing at the back of my mind for a while and it's about time it decided. Although I do have the pretty much complete Andy/Roger one just waiting for final tweaks and fic in the liner notes, since that was the whole point of it in the first place.

I'm off to finally finish transferring all my old fic onto my fic journal over here at InsaneJournal now, so no, it's not a sudden flood of new stuff. Though I wish the internet worked on my desktop, because my laptop's been on for half an hour and already the fan is running full blast to stop it overheating. Goddammit I wish my stupid brother hadn't just abandoned us to our utterly crappy internet that doesn't work on half the computers in the house. And also, I really need a new laptop. I was thinking the end of the summer but I don't know if I can wait that long. I suppose it's all the same if I spend the money then or now. Ack. Though, this one has lasted four years without any major breakdowns and that's pretty amazing.

Maybe I'll call my brother later and ask him what good laptops he can get me discount on right now, just to compare them to what I liked on the Dell website. And no, I do not need to spend more just to get a pretty pattern on the lid dammit. I really don't.
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