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The internet finally worked again on the desktop! Yay! Of course it'll only work until I have to turn the computer off again but it does mean I get to upload this icon and actually use the Keyboard of Awesome a little before I head off to London tomorrow.

This network adapter is ridiculous. Honestly. I didn't do anything that I haven't done a hundred times before, yet this time it mysteriously worked. Alas, the completely illogical intricacies of technology.

Like how difficult it is to type when you've changed keyboards. It's taken me twice as long as it should to type this because I'm not used to the keys being slightly further apart on the KoA.

...I love that my keyboard now has its own abbreviation. Mwahahahaobsessed.

And now I may go watch Human Traffic (Remixed), which was the reason I turned the computer on in the first place. Or maybe 24 Hour Party People. Neither of which I should watch because I'll probably be watching them again in the next few days but... I want to. Argh. Must resist John Simm. Finished State of Play last night by the way, and it was indeed full of awesome. One of those endings where I now have to watch it again (or make kindoftrouble watch it) to see it all again when I know where it's leading.

But you know, I really don't see how Hollywood will be able to remake it because I just don't think Hollywood is that smart. Case in point: their casting for it truly sucks. Russell Crowe as Cal? Um. Really? Which blind deaf idiot decided that? Also I expect the film will be reset in the US, because they do that with everything they make that's supposed to be set in Britain (and it's a pet peeve of mine and seriously pisses me off; if audiences around the world can identify with American characters, American audiences can identify with British characters who are not the comic relief or evil or have exaggeratedly stupid accents, goddamit) so all in all, I recommend y'all buy the excellent BBC series and skip the bastidised remake. I don't get why they feel the need to remake these things anyway. Yes the plot was excellent but honestly Hollywood, there are many excellent stories out there. Just admit that the BBC pwns you and try for something original.

...Oh wait, you are Hollywood.

The sheer amount of great British TV/films I've watched in the last month have in no way skewed my perspective on this. Ahem. But seriously, we have some bloody fantastic TV over here and it annoys me when Hollywoodland steals it all and ruins it in remakes. We don't remake American stuff, we watch the originals. Because they are original and we appreciate them in all their originality. I don't want to see a British remake of Grey's Anatomy because (a) we have a our own and it's called Casualty and (b) that show only works because it *is* American. Buffy only works because it is American, really. Red Dwarf only works because it is British, something Hollywoodland thankfully realised, though not for want of trying.

And State of Play works because it is British and it is excellent and John Simm is far better in the part than Maximilliantus will ever be. So there.

...I believe I was supposed to be considering which DVD to watch. About forty minutes ago. Um. Yes.

Idly watching 24 Hour Party People and:

Oh my god, is that Simon Pegg? Simon-freaking-Pegg showing up without warning during my John Simm marathon?

It is. It's Simon bloody Pegg. Dude, that's just... I was not expecting that. At all. Just. What?

*blinks*


(Dear John Simm, you are hot when you're playing guitar. Plz to be making more films which necessitate you doing so. Love, me.)

eta: AND NOW THERE IS RANDOM CHESTER ZOO. I LOVE CHESTER ZOO. THIS FILM IS LIKE SOMEONE ASKED ME TO NAME SOME OF MY RANDOM FAVOURITE THINGS AND THEN STUCK THEM ALL IN A VERY STRANGE FILM.

Bwahahaha.

And now excuse me, I have to go because *John Simm is singing*. *Playing guitar and singing*.

FAVOURITE THINGS. Dude.

eta: Oh, except the random pigeon slaughter, as I am quite fond of the little rats with wings. I expect that was added just to balance out.

(Dear John Simm, Not only are you hot when you are playing guitar, you are extremely hot when you sing at the same time. Please do this more. In general. *All the time*. Please. Love again, me.)

(Dear flist, I am aware that most of my posts in the last month have been either squee about John Simm or dull bitching about work. I apologise and thank you for not mass defriending me. The course of my previous obsessions suggest that something new and shiny will come along to distract me from The Simm in about two-three weeks, excepting tennis which lasted around two years. If I promise not to post about John Simm every lj post for the next two years, please promise not to mass defriend me/torch my DVD collection/leave me in a position where my life depends on the Torchwood team being competent. I will endeavor to find something new and shiny as quickly as possible. Very much love and gratitude, me.)