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I really kind of want The Five Doctors. I remember my brother watching it when I was a was a tiny wee person and me sitting there going "But how are they all the same person? If they're the same person why do they look different? Doesn't the world end if that are that many versions of the same person? (I'd at least had that much of an intro to sci-fi by the time I was five). What's going on? So why is this happening? Where's Tom Baker? (I also had a favourite Doctor). And now what are they doing? Will the world end now? Why does that alien planet look like here? Can I go to an alien planet?"

I expect my brother's response to the last one, at that point, was an emphatic "YES, GO FAR FAR AWAY." Most of what I watched when I was younger was stuff that he watched, just so I could ask annoying questions the whole way through.

But the main point of this ramble is that I remember watching this. I must've been tiny because it's a vague, fuzzy memory that's all impressions of green hills and stone rooms but I remember it. This - I suspect more than that scene with all the Cybermen breaking through the clingfilm over that giant beehive-chamber thingy which is my other branded-on 'Who memory - is where my glee over them restarting 'Who came from. This is what taught me in my confused little mind, the concept of regeneration and multiple Doctors, even if I didn't quite get it at the time. This is my childhood.

But my childhood costs money and considering I came home yesterday with The Bourne Identity, Red Dwarf series 1 (£6 in Tesco! the only other series they had - VIII - was £6 as well, so all 'Dwarf might be £6 in Tesco right now. Go forth and buy!) and a padded DVD case to carry the growing number of DVDs I'm taking to London, to find State of Play and the Life on Mars soundtrack on my doormat - I think perhaps I shouldn't buy any more DVDs. Not to mention the shenanigans I'm having to go through to get them to fit on my DVDs shelves now.

Still. It gives me a fuzzy glow of nostalgia to think I can buy it on DVD anytime. My *childhood*. And it's entirely possible that my brother has it and I can uphold the family tradition of bugging the crap out of him until he lets me borrow it. :D

For all that Secret Diaries of a Call Girl is basically televised PWP, the Belle/Ben UST has suckered me in to the point where I'm looking forward to it all week. *Dammit*. Especially when next week looks shipperific - though I'll sulk if they ruin the UST completely. It's so pretty.

Internet is very off-again-on-again )(considering it's stolen anyway, I can't complain). Apparently the father is to sort it out while I'm away. This I will believe when I'm home again and happily surfing; the brother (whose house-to-buy fell through, the entire reason they *left Cardiff* but that's another post for a time when my 'net stays connected more than five minutes at a time) is helping via phone though, so maybe I wouldn't risk money on it not happening. Possibly we should consult the brother who *knows what he's doing* before randomly cancelling our internet in future.

Interview went okay. I didn't say "um" before answering every question like I did in M&S but the nice manager lady also said there'd been hundreds of applications for three positions and I'd done well just to make it to interview. Encouragement of the worst kind there. She'll call tomorrow if I've got it but I'm focusing on the "YAY London!" and "WHYCRAMPSNOWBASTARDS" AND "pack-pack-pack-renew-railcard-pack-phone-credit-pack" as more pressing issues. If I get it, I get it (it doesn't affect London trip - other than being happier to spend money - either way; she said I could start when I got back fine). If I don't, I get to deal with the job centre on a weekly basis for two months which, considering they even *demanded an address for where I'm staying in London" (don't worry kindoftrouble, I remembered it wrong anyway so they'll never find us), may last all of a week before I get furious enough to stage a hostile takeover of the country and take great pleasure in blowing the entire system up. Incompetence fine, it's a government system so it's to be expected but letting them stalk me around the country? Not so fine with that, thanks all the same.

There was something I was going to finish this post with. There was. Only I can't remember and I'm going to get cut off again any second, so you get this instead. Sh. It's almost 2am and I spent most of the night curled around a hot water bottle whimpering; I'm hardly on top of my game here.

The father's DVD copies are going- half well. In that one copied, no problems, using just the computer's own copying software and in under twenty minutes. The second, naturally, is refusing to be read, DVD Shrink hates it and I just downloaded DVD Decrypter and told it to 'decrypt' without having any idea what that actually means.

Though in the log of pop-up warnings, it did just give me an "Arrrggghhhh, too many warnings!" message. A programme giving me 'Arrgggggh!' as an official message is hilarious enough that I don't care if it's not doing anything useful. :)

Still. I've been at this for something like two hours now. A fiver a DVD is totally not worth the effort.

And now it's failed at decrypting too. I'm going to quit and go play on GTA any minute now.

edit: Well, it's seemingly done. There's probably all sorts of crazy problems with it but bed is calling.

I just tried to get Barnabas to climb the stairs, usually a favourite trick of our past rodent pets. He however, was unimpressed with this long tradition and just ran around like a headless chicken until I put him back in his cage.

Suspect my hamster is not the brightest crayon in the box. Then again, he is very teeny. Stands to reason that his thinking capacity should be suitably teeny as well. In fact, in proportion to his size, he's probably has a Stephen-Hawing-level of smarts.

...Which still doesn't mean he's smart enough to climb a few stairs. Sigh.

( Why I Could Not Resist The Crazy That Was Buying A Hamster )

His name's still Barnabas but the nicknames are already kicking in. 'Barnabas-myarmabus' came from me trying to find things that rhymed with Barnabas and, of course, there's 'Barnmeister'. He's going to be one confused hamster.

Also, the father parental seemed rather not pissed with me on the phone just now. This is A Good Thing, because it's nice to have at only one parental being pissy at a time.

Me: Haha, Maria Sharapova is in Djokovic's box.
Mother: Who?
Me: You know. Blond. Sparkly. Won Wimbledon a while back.
Mother: Oh, the lesbian.
Me: ...
Me: ...
Me: What?
Mother: Isn't she the lesbian?
Me: In which universe have you been watching tennis?!

This is where someone points out to me that Sharapova came out last week and my mother knows more about tennis than me (hahaha. ...No, really. Don't ruin my life like that). I was mainly laughing at Sharapova being in Djokovic's box because we'll get to write an article next April Fools titled "RODDICK/DJOKOVIC FIGHT DUEL FOR SHARAPOVA'S HAND". In y'know, marriage or the girlfriendy sense, not the we-would-like-to-keep-your-hand-in-a-jar-yes-Captain-Jack-I-am-looking-at-you sense.


Hello the web. Am not dead; it's just been the two days out of the month where I'm allowed to indulge my female right to just sleep, eat and bitch. Have decided chocolate is better than painkillers. Think I might enlist rainy_roz as resident scientist of our group of twenty-somethings to do the necessary research and market chocolate painkillers with me. Billions of pounds in waiting right there.

Also, my mother finally agreed to let me buy rats. Score! Only I can't find a suitable cage. Unscore. All my dole lazy asshole money this week is going on an external hard drive anyway. The search for a rat cage of no-more-than-75cm-in-length will continue.

In conclusion: go read kindoftrouble's latest Andy/Roger fic. Because it's very, very pretty and you should. There is not enough tennis fic this good out there.

Bed. Tomorrow, sign on, buy phone credit (why I've pretty much not replied to texts for weeks), sit in the library to write while waiting for lift home, LJ comments. And then maybe Run, Fatboy, Run depending on what the Hollywellians are doing. So. Around to play catch-up sometime tomorrow.

I want my Roger icons back. Have none. Am bad tennis fan. Woe.

Am in no way bored. Really.

*drums fingers*

Well, not really bored-bored. More the bored where you have a ton of stuff to do but most of it's boring so you can't be bothered. Also I'm hungry and have to make my stir-fry but... can't be bothered.

Watched a bit of New Earth earlier subtitled with the sound off (parental on phone) and couldn't help reflectng that it was better without quite so much exuberance from The Tennant. I mean, I could remember his inflections on the lines but without the sound I could mentally tone the hyperness down a bit. I love him but I can see why people don't like his Doctor so much.

That said, he did have a crap episode in NE. Couldn't they have written some sort of steam-cleansing into the lift and had the Boil People breathe it in instead? At least that would've made slightly more sense with the intravenous thing. Not much probably, from a medical point of view but slightly.

Other news. Parental realised tonight (see above phone call) that they've given my brother a lot of money over the last year and he's wasted it. In the process of realising which, she seemed to realise that I'd actually managed my money better, had less spending money off them and was infinitely more sensible.

This may translate into less fights and more rats. Especially if I get a job. Excellent.

edit: Wow, four posts in a day. Making up for a few busy weeks or what.

Hmm. Interesting.

On a tangent, I'm two-thirds of the way through The Magician's Guild and am deeply disappointed that the Rothen/Dannyl I've been expecting since the first few pages seems nothing more than my overslashed mind making connections. Am now wondering, thanks to the above link, whether "mainstream" people would be wondering the same.

I still maintain (especially in light of a spoiler for the later books I couldn't resist checking out) it would make sense. Even in mainstream. Just a little bit of unrequited love is all I'm asking here. Anything. Not loving the characters as much as I could do if they had more depth and a little unrequited love thrown in would spice the whole thing up nicely and give the somewhat bland characters more... more spark. Plus, I *want* to like Dannyl but it's hard when there's so few character details to cling to.

Otherwise it's okay. Don't run out and buy every copy in the world but it's (probably) worth a look. Mortal Engines was better though. Go read that instead.

I don't know what to do with the LJ debacle anymore, so I'm sticking my head in the sand for a while. I'm miserable enough about leaving Lancaster; I don't want to abandon everything all at once. When my paid account expires, I'll reevaluate. But for now at least I'm sticking here. If my flist runs for the hills, well. I'll probably follow or at least double post.

Also, miserable again today. Could be because we went to see the house my brother and his girlfriend are buying, driving home the fact that he's got out while I'm stuck here. (And the second bedroom had the Disney castle and princesses painted on the walls. I want to be that young again.) Could be because the 'rents are still flatly refusing to 'let' me get rats, regardless of how desperate I'm beginning to sound when I point out that I need something to keep me from getting on a train and going to live feral around Lancaster University, just to be back there and not here. (Which doesn't mean I won't get rats anyway because, well, feral. I like showers too much.) It could be because of the LJ thing.

Or it could be because I've yet to reply to the million LJ posts and facebook comments I mentally labelled as "important; must revisit later". Seriously. Talking hours of work here.

Tomorrow. Sleep is always demiserabling.


edit: I was wondering earlier if I'd actually written anything that might come into the crossfire if 6A decides textual 'underage' characters having sex is an issue. Couldn't think of anything until it occurred to me to wonder how old Pallas in The Aeneid is. Given that Aeneas is most definitely an adult, I guess that'd be questionable.

Except, you know. Ancient Greece and all, different set of rules. Do 6A take that into account do you think?

edit: Not that it was posted on LJ anyway. Actually, even the archive where it was is gone so it's not on the internet anymore. Considering I wrote it four years ago, that's probably a good thing.

I miss my pet Classics pairing of Odysseus/Hermes. Mmm. I'm not above using my miserableness to exhort someone to write some for me to cheer me up. *pokes her flist hopefully*

Oh LJ. I'm looking at fandom_wank, seeing the running tally on news posts with maxed comments among the other crazy and just- boggling. Brad's running for the hills. There's the whole burr86 thing which was just stupid.

Honestly, I'm thinking Potterdammerung failed to destroy The Internets so the overflow of crazy has spilled into this. It's- wow. Boggling.

In completely unrelated news I find it hilarious that it's been hot for days but the day we're having my dad's birthday BBQ, it goes freezing. Thumbs up once again to the British weather.

And we're putting Bunsen and Kermit outside in the fish barrel soon. Sadness. Only, it frees up room for the rats (my reasoning, not the 'rents') and saves me struggling to clean them out without totally destroying the mother's spotless bathroom. Have I mentioned that I hate living in a house with a cleanliness freak? Yeah.

Which is why there're so many clothes on my bed right now, you can't see it. Little rebellions.

edit: Oh and if you want something hilarious (and vaguely disturbing) to distract you from the LJ crazy, I present... Baby!Queen! You might want to turn your speakers down if anyone's around. ;)

Was just backing up my LJ due to the explodey of teh crazee over here (for some reason it would never work through uni net but worked mostly fine here) and came across an old entry:

My brother is watching the Smallvile DVDs. In French.

Me: Sion, you don't speak French.
My brother: I'm picking it up. I think Oui means yes... and Lex is some sort of space craft.

I miss my brother. Almost as much as I miss his DVD collection. Smallville! Woe.

But no! The Gnomes of Fate decided my life has been filled with the uncomplicated lately and from half five onwards phone calls and texts have come trickling in, each designed to make my life that little bit more complicated. Helped wonderfully by the fact that I now have a grand total of 1p of phone credit and no money in my back account.

Why do you hate me gnomes? What did I do?

One specific phone call from the parental now means I'll be spending the rest of the night in the company of Simon Pegg's commentary on Big Nothing and many, many bags and boxes as I pack up my stuff two days earlier than I thought at 4:30pm this afternoon. Everything else is being poked and prodded in a faintly despairing attempt to make it fit around said parental's arrival at lunchtime. Maybe. Sometime around then. If I gave them a timeframe like that I'd get hung up on. Add to this the fact that it's slowly dawning on me how much I don't want to leave and I swear, I will break the next thing that annoys me.

And oh Jesus I need to empty and clean the big fish tank too, crap crap crap. My parents owe me for this.

IN OTHER NEWS OF THE GOOD AND SHINY KIND. I figured out how to add extra space between my journal entries. Plus. Miko made us delicious sushi last night and the birthday cake I made for her and K turned out wonderful (already have a tag for cake. Am genius.) Plus. At least one of the annoying things tomorrow has been sorted via use of flatmate's phone; as long as the parental is on time, it'll all be shiny. Plus. Went to cinema. Only to see Fantastic Four 2 which was fairly dire (the dialogue was pretty much uniformly cliche with the odd hilarious line that made all the crap worthwhile. "Killed by a rockslide." *sporfles*) but still mildly entertaining. Plus. Henman won today. Plus. Simon Pegg asked me to marry him-- no wait, that's a lie. Actually I'm all out of pluses but life is pretty good regardless of tomorrow's insanity. Except I keep missing Wimbledon but I'm not sending the desktop home with my stuff tomorrow as originally planned for Thursday because I'll be damned if I'm missing four whole days of it. Yes. Dammit.

A gets her degree results tomorrow. I freak out a little more with each person because it reinforces that I'm getting mine Friday. Only, there are five people on this floor alone who'll be walking up at 11:30am to check our results. We all want to walk up by ourselves. There is *one door* out of our flat.

I suspect there may be a slight logistics problem. Hm.

It's taken me like two hours to type this entry and I still haven't started packing. Should probably go do that. Maybe after a bacon and egg sandwich. Mmmmmm. Sandwich.

edit: Also, in light of the suckiness that is me leaving university (ignore that I'm coming back in two weeks for graduation. IT DOESN'T COUNT. REALLY.) have decided to indulge myself in a happy lady-crush on Edgar Wright. Not only is he pretty but he's the only person I've seen outside of superhero movies that could truthfully wear a "Mine is an evil laugh!" shirt. He genuinely has an Evil Overlord laugh. Head thrown back and everything. See? Doctor Evil's laugh wasn't that evil.

It's fantastic.