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So far, today? Is much better. *touch wood*

Except I've just discovered absolutely everything is blocked online. Googlemail, Hotmail, Facebook. Except LJ. And probably IJ I would think.

Huh. I wonder how long that will last? *gloom*

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I love how Dylan Moran in How Do You Want Me is - while slightly less bitter and a lot more pathetic - essentially Bernard Black. If I ever write that Black Books fic there needs to be a line about his daft wanker of a cousin who moved to the country.

The Moran aside, this show's main redeeming feature is how mindlessly easy it is to watch, which when I am this brain dead is excellent. It's why I bought it; I've been through Futurama and The Lakes and Life on Mars, so for the next week I want sweet, mindless comedy with chickens and things. This show has lots of chickens. It's like they think that's the only animal that exists in the country. Or maybe they're just working their way up to the finale, where they'll have a cow.

I do like this show, it's just so easy to mock. ^_^

...OH MY GOD IT'S MARC-FREAKING-WARREN. HOW HE IS IN EVERYTHING I WATCH. HOW. I demand to know how he manages to stalk my television crushes all the time. John Simm, there was Marc Warren. Who else was there? David Tennant, THERE IS MARC WARREN. Oh and more John Simm, MORE RANDOM MARC WARREN. And you know, he's in other stuff where I am not expecting him too. I seem to inadvertently buy things because they have other people in and then I get Marc Warren as a bonus. Mmmm. There is no downside that I can see.

Wait. Back on topic since the laptop is running out of battery. I was originally going to bring up the topic of Dylan Moran to say that a woman brought a baby in to work today and the following conversation ensued (I kid you freaking not) with me listening from reception:

Co-worker: Awwwww, so what's his name?
Mother: Dylan.
Me: ...
Co-worker: That's lovely! A proper Welsh name. Dylan Moran?
Me: ... *stares at the computer and wonders if she's finally taken that last step to insanity*
Mother: Dylan Morgan.
Co-worker: Awwwww.
Me: ...Because I did not have enough to confuse me already this week.

Seriously. It's like the universe is trying to pysch me out. Goddamit.

I want to ramble some more but woefully! the laptop battery is gone. I may go get the plug or I may go make the cake I was meant to make hours ago. Both involve moving. I may just sleep on the sofa because as previously mentioned, brain dead. But the heating's gone off and I'm cold and, and, and, dilemma. Decisions.