Whoa. An idle click on
tennisslash when I'm not expecting the different layout? Should not freak me out as much as it did. That's... weird. Not that I
go there much or at all hardly, anymore or ever really, since that's what flists are for. It's just... weird.
You know, I need to start writing tennis slash again so I could open a tennis slash comm on IJ. A proper one, not just mine. Which I will finish shifting fic to...sometime. Later maybe. On a tangent note, I finally got the internet working on my desktop again yesterday and my IJ layout doesn't work right on this screen. Dammit. This is what comes of working in percentages instead of pixels. I wonder if it would work if I changed it to pixels? Mmm.*
(If the interweb explodes in the next five minutes I think we can safely assume the answer to that is 'no'.)
The only other thing of note I accomplished yesterday, besides spending the entire day in my pyjamas because I'm lazy, was working out how to make my own wallpaper and floors for The Sims 2. Much glee was had. This at least puts off me spending money I don't have and shouldn't spend on more expansion packs for a while longer.
Which means I can spend it on a new duvet cover if I find the one I like when we go shopping later. I doubt I will because it was months ago I saw it and I missed the sales but I can hope until we get there and there's no sign of it.
ETA: * It worked. This makes me pissed that I faffed around with percentages for ages the first time I did it.
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ETA again: I watched Derren Brown's
The System last night and oh my *god*, he played us all for suckers. And it worked. (Though howinhell did he apply that 'system' to those journalists and racing people? Was that just him being freakishly clever?) I actually believed he'd lost all that poor woman's money for a second though god, what if the original horse
had won? There had to be a set-up in there somewhere but I don't care because it was awesome when he explained it all with that little smirk.
Though *nine hours* flipping a coin just to film a row of heads. Nine freaking hours*. Derren you are insane and wonderful and your beard is so delightfully evil.
If I became famous tomorrow? Derren Brown is the person I'd most look forward to meeting. Not Roger Federer or Simon Pegg or Neil Gaiman. Derren Brown. Because he is just... just evilly
awesome.
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I also watched
Primeval which was so, so bad (slow motion? Really? You didn't hear what we said about
Torchwood series one then no? You must've been some distance away because we were yelling pretty loud)except for the parts where it was actually
good. You can see this show really trying to be good and having good ideas, it's just... the editing was bad last night and considering Helen and Lester are the only ones whose acting I enjoy and they have the least screen time? Yeah. Claudia/Jenny/whatever-her-name-is is
awful; I thought she'd got a bit better over last series but it was like back to basics at the start of this one. I've got nothing against her with Cutter (no matter how much he comes across as married to Stephen and they were so having a lover's tiff last night, it was *hilarious*) but crikey woman, try not to make me wince with every stilted line you say.
Still it's entertaining and it's not like I was ever expecting it to be actually *good*. Throw a group of cute people together and have them hunt for dinosaurs; the acting can be as bad as it likes and I'd still be there because *dinosaurs*. Heh.