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Things that make me sad about Stardust: I still think it's daft that Captain Shakespeare could teach Tristan to swordfight so well but didn't even try to defend himself from Septimus. I'm okay with the whole, uh, "whoopsey" thing, though I suspect they thought it was more high-larious than it ended up being, but I don't like that he didn't defend himself. It's- illogical. And makes him more of a joke and less of a rounded character, I think.

Things that make me happy about Stardust: everything else. I love it. Except, I keep forgetting Septimus is a heartless bastard and I shouldn't feel sorry for him. Dammit. I just love his black and naughty evil.

Hey, the thanks at the end have Pen y Fan, Wales in them. They filmed some of Stardust in Wales? I should be *informed* of these things for purposes in no way related to stalking Charlie Cox. Ahem. The DVD looks really classy too; I don't know why it surprised me but it did. It's all silver and understated, when I was expecting a reprint of the cover and bright colours. The class was ruined a little by a really tacky 'Coming Soon!' screen before the menu but one of the coming soons was the Spiderwick trailer and I forgive them for the tacky because I hadn't seen it and now I'm excited. Yay!

As you might be able to tell, I bought Stardust even though I said I wouldn't after LoM. Because it was only £9, and because my main entertainment for four and a half hours this afternoon was wondering how best to whine to y'all about the twelve hundred pages I photocopied and stapled. And then rechecked and restapled because I'd stapled some of them wrong in my boredom. And this morning? I stuffed two hundred envelopes. And then stamped them. Individually. And then ran them through the postage machine. Individually. I am so the office grunt. I'm not even a grunt; I'm like a... a freaking whimper. The people are nice and they keep promising Better Things but I have doubt. Because, grunt.

My mood is not improved by the fact that I keep catching my fork on my fillings when I'm eating and metal on fillings hurts so sodding much, it's not even funny. Stupid dentists. Stupid teeth. Goddammit. They shouldn't even use metal, because it expands and eventually breaks your teeth anyway, but it's the cheapest. In the end, it all comes down to money. Why am I rotting my brain photocopying? Money. Stupid money.

Dude, I should not be sulking this much with Stardust and the last episode of Life on Mars dangling like a particularly tasty carrot until the end of the week because I don't want to watch it and have it be over. And a four day weekend only two days away and three weeks to London and kindoftrouble and musicals. Which I will have money to enjoy because I am rotting my brain photocopying.

Lesson: sulk less. Be happy more. And maybe axe-murder a dentist whenever it all gets too much.

Upside: Yay! It looks like Stardust might actually be that awesome Gaiman movie everyone wants!

Downside: I've only written 637 words today! Am laziest person alive. Cannot focus. Will fail. Will never see Starust because angry parentals will have killed me. Argh.

...and to get to bug Neil Gaiman himself, http://www.stardustmovie.com/. I'm trying not to get too excited, because films I get too excited about generally turn out to be crap for one reason or another, so I'm approaching this with a forced lack of anticipation. (Secretly I'm a giant puddle of squee but ssshh.)

Switched my alarm off this morning and promptly overslept. Dreamed squishy_monkey had gone punk (think, lots of hair gel, straight up. Scary) and hill2k was suddenly into heavy metal and piercings. And I spent half of it with rainy_roz trying to find a pair of green trousers and an orange shirt because we wanted to have an artistic picture of us all wearing the same colour clothes.

So, um. Yeah. Usually I dream stuff with at least a little basis in reality.This felt more like Alice in Wonderland. Only with punks and lots of smoking (*that* I'm blaming on this week's Torchwood.)

God I need to wake up. x_x