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The Times has a lovely article/interview with Simon Pegg here. It's reminded me to be excited that we get new Pegg soon, even if it won't be quite as good as a Pegg/Frost/Wright film. But they mention the next of those too and just, awesome. Moar Pegg! There can never be enough.

It also gave me one of my Times crossword words that I was stuck on ('Small Indian drums - "tabla"'). My new challenge to stave off the brain rot is to buy and attempt the Times crossword every day. I only cheated six times on yesterday's. Um. Yeah. I may have an English degree (I just typed that 'excuse degree', oh god damn you Freud) but I suck at puzzles. Still, it's better than Sudoku which is so irritatingly futile. At least I know what small Indian drums are called now.

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.)

I just got Miko to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Keeping in mind she's Japanese and, as I discovered when the opening credits were already rolling, knows nothing of the King Arthur legend.

I'm not entirely sure she got it. Hm.

On the plus side Big Nothing was better than I expected. Which isn't saying much when I was expecting, well, big nothing after reading the reviews but it was at least entertaining and beautifully shot. Beautiful camera work and editing will let me put up with a lot; this had it in spades, so the somewhat random plot wasn't too much of an issue.

Unlike Simon Pegg's... creative American accent. Which was funny in itself and can't be held against him, considering they were meant to be in America but were in fact in the *Isle of Man*. There's creative licence and then there's pretending the Isle of Man (I-love-man) is America, which is a whole new level of suspending disbelief.

I should probably go to bed right now. Instead I'm contemplating cracking open the two seasons of Sailor Moon A's lent me. There's nothing like watching crazy Japanese anime at 3am to define what being a student is all about.

Yayyayyayay Hot Fuzz! There was some sort of technical fault for about 25 minutes at first and I had "Nooo, you cannot ruin my all-week-plans!" panic but they fixed it and omgitwasawesome. I thought maybe I'd built it up in my head too much and it'd be disappointing but no, it's still up there with the best.

I don't know -- couldn't say -- if I like it more than Shaun, having watched it again. Maybe I like Shaun the tiniest fraction more because Simon Pegg seems more comfortable -- not better mind, just more *comfortable* -- playing the 'normal' guy for funsies rather than the straight man. Not that anything about him and Nick Frost is straight ahem.

Loved it. Thinking to see it again tomorrow. Anyone in Lancaster, 6:30pm in Bowland. You know you want to. Go on. ;)

Miko went with me and loved it too. To the point where she was non-too-subtly asking about Simon Pegg on the walk back and I promised to lend her Shaun. ^_^ Mwahaha, Pegg-love! Spread it around.

In more disturbing news, His Webbyness saved Lewis? Whiny-weasel-Lewis? Clearly he thought Daniel was simply too much of a threat to Orlando Bloom Lee, who I agree with kindoftrouble on and think it's pretty much his competition to take now. He was awesome this week.

Wow. 'm crazy tired and I miss a proper keyboard. Plus, laundry day tomorrow. But Hot Fuzz was awesome and that's what counts. ^_^

Was just wandering the Derren Brown site (missed Trick or Treat again this week. annoyed at self), the first in-no-way-related-to-Simon-Pegg thing that I've done in days, only to click on a picture gallery and find (the only picture of him with an actor on there!)...( this )

Not sure if I should be spooked, write it off as the universe screwing with me or start believing Derren is actually psychic. Weird.

I know i said silent. You have no idea how long it's taken me to type this letter by letter. Am crazy.

unrelated edit: You know why I don't re-read uni work I've handed in until I get the marks back? Because I find very obvious mistakes, like just how much I screwed up the tense in a story. Fucking *tense*, that I've always prided myself on dong well.

Fuckity-fuck. Going to fail. ;_;

Spider-man 3 was... okay. I wasn't expecting to be overwhelmingly enamoured since I'm a Batman girl and always will be but I was at least hoping they'd have cracked the little problems that have always made me more apathethic towards the Spidey movies in general. For some of them they had -- I liked it more than the second one -- but there were whole new things to go 0_0 at. A couple of times I genuinely thought they'd jumped the shark, only for something shiny to distract me in the next five minutes. Also ( spoilers )

In short: enjoyable but not wonderful. Looking forward more to PotC 3 later this month.


In other Things of Fun (and sticking with my current Pegg-Frost-Wright obsession - Edgar Wright is adorable you know, especially when he throws his head back for his Evil Overlord Laugh) found this last night and watched it several times, marvelling more each time at just how off their faces they are on something, though Simon's waving a can of beer around which might be a clue. The first and second Cake Flushes are worth watching too, if just for the utter bizarrity but that they're in no way sober ( makes this one my favourite. )

Simon Pegg also wrote an interesting article on the differences (or not) between American and British humour, which is interesting to me because I always leaned toward the 'different type of humour' camp before. It's vaguely reassuring (especially when I affectionately wind friends up all the time and sometimes worry how it'll go with different cultural humours when I finally meet the Inmates) to know it'll probably translate pretty well. Mostly.

Beaker is looking less well by the day and I've lost hope of it being moving stress that'll wear off. Wondering what to do since I still can't quite work out what it is and I'm still useless with medicating fish. I'd also like to fix it sooner rather than later because Kermit is starting to go stir-crazy in the small tank but I don't want to put him back in the bigger one in case he catches whatever Beaker's got. Something to work on today.

Doctor Who is *finally* back on at 7pm. It's been ridiculous reading stuff where people reference its "Saturday 7pm" slot the last few weeks because it's been more of a half six or half seven or twenty-five minutes to infinity slot. Haven't decided if I'll watch the Joseph thing this week, since I'm still woeful over last week and I should catch up on work, given that the Badminton Horse Trials are on 'til 4:30pm so it's unlikely much work will be done until then.

In unrelated-to-anything news, finally bought Hal Duncan's Vellum last night. Figured I need inspiration this week and it sounded interesting. Hopefully it'll get here Monday or Tuesday so I have time to use it as inspiration. In the meantime I'm thinking I'll re-read some fic, starting with seperis' Sleep While I Drive which is still my favourite fic ever written.

Think I've run out of things to make this A Stupidly Long Post. I'll probably be mortified and go back to cut everything when I see how much flist space it'll take up but maybe, just maybe, I've now said everything I can possibly ramble about and will do some work.

...Maybe.

Just when I'm losing the will to live, the jointhefuzz site gives me Simon Pegg prancing -- not walking, not strolling, prancing -- around in tight swim trunks and doing gay little swishy-twirls of his robe.

Dear Internets, I love you. Never change. Love Clo.

edit: Also, just say "By the power of Greyskull" to me if you want me to crack up from now on. Every. Single. Time.

edit the day before my deadline and panicked boredom setting in: 2,101 words today and 7,500+ overall. And I haven't even finished the *second section* yet. I have at least another 3,000 words without the conclusion. I definitely need time to edit this down. On the plus side, I'm actually just making a point I personally think is pretty nifty in a comparison between Beowulf and American Gods. 'Pretty nifty' meaning 'only interesting if you've spent the last month studying this topic and give a monkey's about it' but still, nifty all the same.

That said, so bored of this chapter now. I want to go onto the girls. I need to, given my word count. Argh.

edit: I totally did not need my playlist to randomly select the Aliens theme at half two in the morning when I'm trying to focus. Really not. Argh.

Think I've finished the second section though. Maybe. And at 2,355 words, it's even almost on the right length. Though dammit, I missed the quote about aliens.