clo_again: (Monkton - Where are we going?)
A large number of literate westerners spend most of their waking hours at computers, and those computers are connected to the web. The characteristic activity on such a computer has been given the pleasing name "wilfing", adapted from the acronym WWILF, or "What was I looking for?" You work a bit. You check if it's your move in Facebook Scrabble. You get an email. You answer it. You get a text. You answer it. Since your phone's in your hand, you play Angry Birds for five minutes. You work a bit. You go online to check something, get distracted by a link, forget what you were looking for, stumble on a picture of a duck that looks like Hitler, share it on Twitter, rinse and repeat.

-from Guardian article here



eta: Oh, this comment is wonderful. It's why I don't own a Kindle yet, and why buying one isn't even close to the top of my list. It's why I buy books even when I have ten or twenty sitting as-yet unopened on my shelf. It's why I read. It's why I own copies of books that are selling for £20 or £60 or £100+ on Amazon, but I won't sell them because they're my books.

Wonderful. I'd love to buy that person a coffee. Or better yet, a book token.
clo_again: (Pigs Might Fly)
Off to Melbourne soon for a last day of Aussie funsies, so this'll be my last internets for some obscene amount of time (maybe like thirty-six hours? More?) And then I suspect when I get home I will be sleeping for some indeterminate amount of time, only staggering out of bed to grab coffee, check my mother hasn't depleted my limited supply of TimTams already and then fall back asleep. So I'll be back!!!... sometime.

Have fun with your internets. *mourns* I wish they'd find a way to install it on planes already.
clo_again: (Monkton - Where are we going?)
This is it, my last internets for two and a half days. I have twelve minutes left but my battery isn't going to last that long anyway.

Woe! Don't miss me too much internets! And I won't let the great big lump of rock seduce me into forgetting your charms! I'll burn and pine until Wednesday night, I promise.

You know, apparently there are netbooks in the world that have eight hours of battery. I wish someone had told me this before I bought mine which is lucky to make it over two. NOT THAT I'M BITTER.

Eight freaking hours. Damn yous all!

See y'all Wednesday evening, hopefully. I'm still not convinced this whole thing was a good idea; if anything, this trip has taught me that I like my little luxuries, like working toilets, far too much.
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - Sekritly Derren Brown)
Good News Week from yesterday is up on iTunes. And my hostel here has the same excellent wireless as the YHAs. In the room.

Except I really want coffee and I should go see something of Christchurch, so I'm thinking I'll wannder off to get a takeout Starbucks then come back and eat cold Chinese and watch a film or something while it downloads. That is, if I can find a plud point in my room dammit.

It's amazing how much this has cheered me up from the sulk I was in not two minutes ago. I should not be sulking on my almost-last night in New Zealand but I'm totally looking forward to getting back to Oz and people I can hang out with now.

Speaking of which [livejournal.com profile] irradiatedsoup, what's best for you to meet up on Thursday? I'll get the airport shuttle in to Southern Cross but should I go hang out in a cafe from there... Sadly I think Starbucks by Fed Square is too far for me to walk without collapsing under the weight of my backpack. *sadness*
clo_again: (Hamster - *facepalm*)
Oh good grief self, ENGAGE BRAIN BEFORE READING FLIST so that when something has obviously been hacked, you do not click the link.

Thankfully my brain did in fact engage about a milisecond after I opened the tab and I closed it before it even loaded but jesus, this is the second time. I need Norton AntiInternetStupidity installed in my brain.

By the way [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales appears to have been hacked. Don't click anything, just to be safe. Or you know, YOU PROBABLY ALREADY KNEW THAT.

I'm amazed I can be even let out alone sometimes, I really am. McDoofus.

~

My Chinese food was excellent and also huge, so I'm thinking I'll take the leftovers with me for dinner tomorrow. More money to spend on souvenirs in Christchurch (except I really shouldn't. Eh)!

Good News Week is so good that I have four minutes of it left and I've stopped watching it to do other things so it doesn't have to be over. There should be another podcast uploaded by tomorrow, assuming there's an episode on tonight but I have no idea what kind of internet I'll have in Christchurch so I may have to wait. Somehow this translates to me withholding the last four minutes from myself.

...I don't know either.

My hostel is really cold. I do like it but there is no heating. I think tonight is a thermal-underwear to bed night, which I thought we'd moved past by now. So much so that I sent my thermal leggings home in the box I posted last week. Yeah, regretting that.

Tomorrow is my last day on Magic bus. That makes me kinda sad, because it has been an awesome way to get around New Zealand. I liked it so much that I went there, did that, BOUGHT THE T-SHIRT :D (in an ideal world that would have a picture of me wearing my Magic t-shirt which I amn, in fact, wearing now. I don't care enough to actually take the picture and upload it right now. It's not a perfect world.)

I've now put off exhausting my supply of Good News Week for as long as possible. Back to my last four minutes! (How can you tell I have good internet here? Because I'M SPAMMING YOUR FLIST WITH POSTS, mwahahahaha!

:D)
clo_again: (Big Nothing - only smarties have the ans)
My hostel here in Dunedin does not have crap wireless internet. It, in fact, does not have wireless internet at all. When I asked at reception I was directed "go out, down to the lights, turn right and the common room is twenty metres/minutes on your left". I didn't catch whether she said metres or minutes and, on reaching what I assumed to be the correct set of lights (I arrived here at 1pm this afternoon; at 1:10pm I got on a minibus to do a wildlife tour and only just arrived back), I couldn't see anything that looked promising to my right. I could however, see a McDonalds to my left. In Sydney definitely, the McDonalds had free wireless and I thought in other places too.

So I'm in McDonalds. Wireless yes, free not so much. Still cheaper than my Queenstown hostel though, I think. I rather suspect I'll be back here tomorrow morning for a coffee and then again in the evening because I have nothing to do tomorrow and I was kind of hoping to spend it hanging around the internet and the rest of it in a cafe somewhere as the weather is appalling. I was going to head to the cinema across from my hostel tonight to see Star Trek again but now I'm thinking I should head back and watch Skellig, which I downloaded at Easter and still haven't watched, and save the cinema to kill some time tomorrow. Dunedin so far is prettyish but just driving around here in the bus has left me with the distinct impression that I'll get lost if I just wander. Also doesn't help that my hostel doesn't have maps. Why my hostels seem to be degrading in helpfulness and facilities the further south I get, I don't know (Dunedin has like 120,000 residents so it's not like I'm in a backwater) but there you go. I'm staying in the YHA in Lake Tekapo on Monday though and they've yet to let me down on internet so hopefully I'll be able to download Good News Week then. And then I'm back in Oz, and then Alice Springs and you know, I just might be able to watch one damn episode on an actual television before I go home. BUT PROBABLY NOT. Not with the way my GNW luck is going. I'm just glad they have the podcasts up for free at all though, since the website doesn't seem to load the episodes properly outside of Oz. *mourns*

I watched my last unwatched episode last night though and I'm so, so glad I saved it until last because it was the one where Amanda Palmer (I was like HAI NEIL GAIMAN'S FRIEND YOU ARE AWESOME :DDD) did a table dance on Paul's desk and he couldn't speak for a minute or so after. I now heart on Amanda Palmer so much. Remind me to look for Who Killed Amanda Palmer while I am in Melbourne because it looks like Amazon doesn't stock it personally so I may as well try to pick up a copy firsthand. They advertised it on GNW so I'm thinking it's probably around.

Money? MONEY I HEAR YOU SAY?! Yeah. I had McDonalds for dinner tonight. I can afford a damn CD after that. (But only one. >_< Yeah.)


~

My other thing while I have internet, since that seems to be becoming a problem down here in the unpopulated wilds of 120,000-people-cities, is [livejournal.com profile] irradiatedsoup, I'm still good to be coming to yours on May 28th right? I promise to not talk about Paul McDermott too much and flail over everything and you can taunt me with your BSG knowledge beyond the end of season two. And also, do you have a printer I can steal borrow to print out my flight confirmation for Alice Springs? If not I can do it at the YHA in Tekapo I think.

I'm just waiting for George singing chocolate pudding to finish downloading before I can head back to chill with coffee and downloaded TV for the rest of the night. I am definitely ready to go home now, or at least back to Australia where I will have TV and fun people to talk to and buying milk for coffee will not be an epic adventure every two days when I move somewhere new. How people live in hostels for a year is beyond me. Even though this one actually seems nice (muuuuch better than the Queenstown one, even though you still have to go outside to get to the showers) despite the lack of internet and staff who seem to have better things to be doing than giving directions.

I do miss my Sydney hostel where staff were nice, I liked my room and my view and the showers and the lounge and the wireless. Or maybe I just miss Sydney, where I was learning my way around and was happy to be there and it was beginning to feel a little bit like home after seven days. I do miss Sydney. I want to save money for other trips, like America and Canada and Peru but I rather think I may be heading back to Sydney sooner rather than later. What's the point of travelling if not to find the places you like and go back to them?

C'mon George. I want to get out of McDonalds and away from the irritating over-junk-fed kids now.
clo_again: (Derren Brown - A philosophy of cake)
So I made it to Sydney without mishap or misadventure or misagetting-eaten-by-backpackers. I did end up pissed at Googlemaps for the first time ever though, because 477 Kent Street is most definitely not the same at 235 Sussex Street, yet that's where it directed me to head for and since the streets were adjoining I figured maybe the hostel had entrances on both and Googlemaps magically knew this.

There was actually a Base sign at 235 Sussex Street; however, it was a travel office. I was kindly directed to walk up the next crossroads and walk back down Kent Street, which was my original plan until I thought I'd Googlemap it to be sure and foolishly followed that instead of my own common sense. Usually I wouldn't care but my backpack is rather heavy and Sydney is rather warmer than Canberra for some unexplicable Australian reason and I was sagging somewhat by the time I stepped over a backpacker to get into reception. Fail Googlemaps. Not total fail because you did get me here but at least partway fail.

Then I paid for the seven days of unlimited wireless (I have a timer counting down in the taskbar from 6 days, 23 hours, 54 minutes... it's creepy) and after a second, unhelpful trip down to reception to try to work out just why the hell my laptop wasn't picking it up, I figured I'd try sitting in the lounge with it. What a surprise, the hostel wireless pops up on my list of networks. -_- So no in-room internet after all (it was too good to be true) but unlimited access in the lounge and not only have I already spied a guy with a cup of coffee but there's a plug point right next to where I'm sitting now so I could happily sit here for a couple of hours while stuff like Primeval downloads. Not that I've found the kettle in the kitchen yet, mostly because I've been in twice to refill my water bottle, couldn't spot a kettle on first glance and didn't want to hang around looking lost like a noob.

On the plus side? There're only four beds in my all-girls room and only one of them looks slept in. My cunning deduction is that it belongs to a Japanese girl (there's a guidebook to Oz in Japanese on the bed) and she's a longterm resident (there's posters on the wall beside her bed). These are all Good Signs because I've found Japanese to extremely polite, helpful and if she's longterm then she'll know where everything is. Like the kettle.

So so far I've found my hostel (eventually), worked out the internet, approved very much of my room, found the kitchen, been daunted by the kitchen, found the laundry mostly by accident (I got lost. There is a lot of hostel here) and decided that actually, this might not be as bad as my initial "the internet won't work. >:-/ Maybe I should leave and book into a hotel!" reaction.

Now I'm starving and want to go in search of food...

...except someone just handed me a glass of wine and some cheese cubes. Clearly sitting here for hours on my laptop is an excellent policy (it's actually wine I can drink too which is shocking. Possibly it's mostly water. But still free!) Hostelling is decidedly bizarre.
clo_again: (Simm - Made of Awesome)
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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.
clo_again: (John Simm - Red)
Have calmed somewhat from being Ranty-McRantypants this morning. Internet is still not working on my desktop but am resigned using the laptop with a cursor that skips around the screen. Sigh. One day I will be able to afford a new laptop. Though, it'll most likely have to be one with Vista and that'll be another source of Grate Woe. Maybe I should just quit the world of technology.

Or maybe just the computer-type of technology, since my DVD collection is still all that is shiny and awesome. In the ongoing John Simm marathon that my life has become, I watched Wonderland last night. It was- different. Good different, though it could've done with some script editing to stop a ninety minute film feeling an hour longer. All the reviews said it was an excellent contrast to the 'fake', polished London of films like Love Actually and it is; it's down in all the dirt and the rubbish bags across pavements and tiny narrow rooms that are claustrophobic even on this side of the screen. But add lots of handheld camera work and what looks like deliberately lower-quality film for a lot of it and it got annoying sometimes. Bad quality film when there's no reason for it seriously bugs me because it's a lazy way to generate atmosphere that you should be doing through editing and set dressing etc. Lazy and annoying.

But once I got past that, John Simm was sweet and it had a funky-hairstyled Gina McKee and a beautifully subtle plot for her that didn't actually have any dialogue explaining it but left the audience to interpret it all through other conversations and brief moments here and there. It was lovely not to have plot thrown in your face for once. And I realised that I've never seen John Simm acting such a domestic part - he's either a gambling addict or back in time or taking over the world. In this, he was in a supermarket. And selling kitchens. He rode a scooter (a note on that in a second). It was oddly bizarre. And I decided that I should never marry anyone who can do a hunted-pathetic-kicked-puppy expression like his, because I would forgive him everything, even when he was being a complete goit. There is not willpower enough in the world to resist that expression.

But that *scooter*. spoilers for Wonderland if you care that much )

I'm off to watch the Agility final at Crufts now. Yay! I know all the crap they say about Crufts and how crossbreeds are healthier yadda yadda but the Agility and Flyball are awesome every year. And I have to say, they had an Alaskan Malamute in the studio last night and he was just fabulous. As much as it would probably be a bad idea for my first dog to be the size of a small horse, I want one. Maybe one day, after my collie and when I have the room for a dog that size, because wow. I do not use the word fabulous lightly but he really was.
clo_again: (Hustle - WhileYouSleep)
So after a blissful week of shiny internet in my room? The network adapter thing my brother gave me and swore was awesome, is broken. Again. Past the point of no return it seems, since even unplugging it/replugging it in, my failsafe method up until now, didn't work. Not even reinstalling it all, because the 'device won't start'. So back to the laptop it is and my brother's getting angry text messages amounting to "FIX THIS."

How difficult can it be to get the internet to work in my room? Apparently very. Ack, I hate being back on the laptop mouse.

On the plus side, Cloverfield was good. I kept thinking how stupid they all were and how they really didn't deserve to live, until I realised that sort of spoilers )

It did make me feel kinda bad though, because if monsters attacked Manhattan? I would totally be glued to LJ and youtube and Sky News going "OMFGMONSTERS GIVE ME MORE PICTURES AND INFO AND PICTURES" and yeah, worrying about the people there but in that nebulous sort of way you worry when big disasters happen on the other side of the world and you don't know anyone there. You watch big Hollywood movies where the US army waltzes in and blows up some buildings to defeat the bad guys and you never really think 'but there might've been people stuck in there', you think 'yay! The hero made it!' or 'yay! Building go boom!" It's good how Cloverfield gives you that perspective.

...yeah. That's all I got from my interesting life. Torchwood was pretty good this week*, except I didn't see the BBC3 one that I just read all the spoilers for and now I'm wishing that I'd watched it, because bzuh? Totally cannot see that lasting.

Tomorrow I get to do the four stacks of washing that I didn't make it through today. *gloom* Funsies.


*Okay, except for the cheese. But those glimmers of something that could be a really good show do surface every now and then. Maybe by series ten they'll be Buffy good. Possibly. It could happen.
clo_again: (Spaced - omgyay!)
Finding things like this through LJ? Remind me why I loved it in the first place. Fanfic read aloud. It's the best idea ever.

Also, there's some [livejournal.com profile] seperis stuff on there and, even though Sleep While I Drive isn't one of them, it's still like Christmas come early and my birthday and just fandom proving once again that it is awesome.

Except my MP3 player is old and tiny and won't fit all of it on. Mmm, dammit. I could split it or... buy a better MP3 player. There's this one on the Currys site that's pretty (in terms of price more than actual pretty). And it'll save me downloading iTunes, because me and iTunes? Don't get on. Plus iPods are kind've outside my budget right now.

Getting a bigger MP3 player won't make my internet run any faster though; it's currently telling me it'll take thirteen hours to download 500MB. This is why I don't download anything anymore. I could order the MP3 player, wait for it to be packed, posted and delivered, and I'd still be waiting for the file to finish dling.

*wistful* Lancaster internet, how I miss you. Especially those times during the holidays when you'd download at 2000KB/sec.
clo_again: (Default)
My weekly idle check on Farscape prices just brought up the Complete Collection for £128. Which, even at Amazon's cheap per-season prices, works out cheaper than buying the three series I don't have individually. Not to mention Peacekeeper Wars on top of that.

I'm thinking that I'll have earned more than that by the end of this week and last time I waited on Farscape, I missed the chance. I'm passing the bank tomorrow morning when I go get a Subway for lunch anyway and there's more than enough in my savings to cover it... I can just replace it when I get paid.

So, so tempted. And I'd get at least a tenner or so reselling the season I already have to my brother. Teeeeeemmmppttttteeeeeedddd.

I'll transfer the money tomorrow and if it's still that price when I get home, I'll get it. And then not buy another DVD until after Christmas, because £128 pretty much takes care of my DVD budget for more than a few months.

~

So for all my dire predictions of A Day In Hell yesterday, it was actually a good day. Felt better on getting there and working the extra two hours meant I got an hour break for lunch instead of twenty minutes, which both me and my feet appreciated. I think spending most of lunch involved in a serious discussion with my boss and co-workers about what we'd do in a mass zombie invasion helped a a lot. The people I work with are awesome. My boss' flatmate (I assumed partner then felt bad for assuming) said they'll be driving along somewhere and my boss will turn to her and say, in all seriousness, "So what would you do if the undead were around the next bend?"

(Her answer was "...Cry." Did I mention the awesome?)

My official 'buddy' (lovely, total geek) told me I was doing really well at learning the computer system and everything too, which is reassuring. Especially when, after managing to do three gift cards (involving complicated touch-screen complications and the chance I could give someone an empty gift card if I get it wrong) fine in the morning, I abruptly forgot the button combination in the afternoon and had to go to Rob begging for help. Though it was only my second day, so maybe I should let myself off the hook. Still. Was immensely irritating.

Also, discovered the worrying fact that sometimes someone will ask for a book, I'll search for it and it won't come up on the system, only for me to discover said book an hour or a day later and feel terrible. Even though it didn't come up on the system and honestly, people should just check the damn shelves before asking us to do all the work (if it comes up in stock *we* have to go fetch it off the shelf and it's like argh! If I'm looking for a book in a bookshop, I check all possible sections before bugging the staff. Not to mention the guy on my first day who stood and made sarcastic comments while I tried to work out why nothing was coming up on the system, only to ask him how to spell the author's name and find that when he said 'Houston' he meant 'Hewson'. Then, ten minutes after we showed him the fairly obvious shelf of books, he was back saying "Where were those books? I've forgotten." This job is going to ruin any remaining illusions I have about the average IQ of humanity.)

~

Hotmail is still not working for me. At all. Am unimpressed. The brother said to try it when I installed a new wireless adapter on my desktop today before calling Virgin; installed it, tried internet, internet worked fine, tried a hotmail site, computer crashed, restarted computer, internet refused to work again. Not entirely sure what I did, but something broke it. So I'm back on the sofa with the laptop, emailless and pissed off.

Modern technology would be really cool if it didn't actually make life more difficult.

Going to make dinner and watch the end of Battlestar Galactica's mini-series before washing my hair for work tomorrow. Next day off is Sunday. *gloom* I definitely need Farscape to get me through this next month and a half.

Ohmygod that's Kaylee in Atlantis. It was just background noise, then I glanced over and was like "She looks familiar, hm, KAYLEEWTF." I need to start catching up on Atlantis. Dammit.
clo_again: (spaced - heart)
I will update properly sometime today. And answer comments and facebook stuff and emails and deal with life but I'm doing that thing I do whenever I come home after a long time at uni, where all motivation switches off and it's effort enough to get dressed every day. I've yet to be home forty-eight hours and I've watched the entire first series of Spaced, most of the second plus outtakes (a couple of times; Simon electrocuting himself on the toaster never stops being hilarious) and all the episodes of Farscape Sci-fi's shown so far (around the series three clone-John storyline and god, I'd forgotten how much I love it.) Plus smeg knows what else that ever happened to be on. I should *not be given* a sofa with a TV in front of it. It's bad for everyone involved.

Think I owe [livejournal.com profile] dukedee a pint next time we're all in the pub because I dragged him all over town yesterday and got him to carry my shopping. And he has an exam on Thursday. *shame* Sorry Dee. Reminded me that I miss college people though. We have to all meet up soon as we can.

Finally got 'round to renting Brokeback Mountain. Haven't watched it yet; was too sleepy last night. It's a little terrifying, because I've not seen it for so long that it's built up and up into this great mythic thing and I don't want to be disappointed. Which also means I don't want to just watch it idly. It's- complicated. Thinking I'll watch it tomorrow, because Cheeseburger Thursdays are the days for watching things.

I wish I could get this band's cds easily. They're stupidly good and it's insane that we can't get their albums over here.

Wireless keeps disconnecting and it's pissing me off. Cannot cope with this all summer. Seriously, there will be computercide. Plus a guy called yesterday and -- after playing phone tag with my brother, since said guy refused to speak to anyone but the person whose name was on the account -- was told that, apparently, we didn't pay the 'net bill last month. Expecting to be cut off any second here.

Oh... smegging hell. Smeggitysmeggingsmeg. The first series of Farscape is only £30 on Amazon. That can't be right. Really. That's...irresistible. But. If I get that, I'll be kicking myself if the complete collection gets cheaper again. But. *Farscape*.

I don't know. Tempted. Seriously tempted. Mmmm.

This turned into an update after all. Huh.

edit: STOP DISCONNECTING ME. Jesusfuckingchrist. If the 'rents don't update this crappy internet, I'm taking a sledgehammer to it so they bloody well have to.

edit: So that's why my uncle's bike sounded so damn loud when he dropped by Monday -- he's just got a Harley Davidson. I could hear it all the way down the street.

Huh. I leave for five months and I miss everything.
clo_again: (Pleasantville - Hiding Away)
This song makes me want to rewatch that part of Moulin Rouge. It's possibly my favourite piece of a film ever, with the angst and the violins and the *mind-bogglingly* beautiful camera work.

Mmm, yes. Rewatch.

Oh, what I'm actually meaning to say and got sidetracked by the pretty; turning the internet off. It's distracting me and I'm trying a new tack of "being less distracted while I do things". I'll let you know how it works out.

Mmm, Ewan. Awesome liek whoa.
clo_again: (Default)
I just got my -- very empty -- room in Lancaster spotless, clean bathroom, clean desk, clean *everything* with fresh paint on half the walls -- and I got to leave it behind for over three months to come home to, yes, more carnage. Some cruel and twisted person invented this university term system. No drama since I got home yet. Almost threw a tantrum when my giant Central Park poster that I love beyond words -- if you'd given me the choice between it and my Wimbledon ticket, I'd have actually had to *think*. Yeah, that much -- got crumpled beyond repair all up one side (and I wrapped all my posters in about three layers of bags to keep them safe too *woes*) but right about when I could've thrown a tired-and-cranky tantrum, the father was apologetic instead of defensive and I realised I can probably buy a new copy in October from the poster sale guy who comes to campus and yeah, it's £17 but it's not exactly the end of the world.

Still sad though. I loved that poster.

Going to try and sort the internet on the desktop now and it could go horribly wrong so if I disappear until Thursday (when I'll get to Cardiff and have brother's supah fast net, whee) then that's why. We need to sort this wireless network out because my brother installed it back when he was home and none of the rest of us have any real clue how to do *anything* with it. The troubles of having a techie sibling leave his gadgets behind when he moves out.

I miss Lancaster. :(

edit: Oh, and a conversation when I wandered into the lounge to find the Aged Parent watching England vs Ecuador:

Me: *squints at scores* "Go 'Youcadoor!'"
Father: "... It's 'Eck-whi-door'."
Me: "... I knew that."

No comment on the fact Posh looked in serious danger of falling out her top every time she moved. *sighs* I'll stick with watching people crash in the Grand Prix, thanks all the same.

edit: Yay internet! :)

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