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Oh LJ, I do apologise! Every night I get home from work, promising my laptop that I'll make the epic catch-up LJ post and every night something distracts me (of late, Merlin fic, Inception fic and playing on my shiny new WiiFit. Which is brilliant. <3)

I keep intending to flail over the imminent arrival of new Primeval (JANUARY 1ST IN CASE YOU DON'T FOLLOW BEN MILLER ON TWITTER (@bennylicious; he knows astrophysics, math and comedy, and once snogged Rob Brydon on Qi. There is nothing not to love!) and how my temp job which overpays me to do an easy job alongside lovely people keeps getting extended another couple of weeks. Or rant about how our Sky is broken and my parents live in this land of Special Crazy where they think if they ignore it long enough, it'll fix itself without them paying for the engineer and in the meantime my pointing out that I will pay for it because £65 is cheaper than buying the DVDs for Stargate Universe, Castle, Bones and Eureka which is just some of what I'm currently missing on an infrequent or (in SGU & Bones' case) every-week-frequent basis, only my dad has to call them because they won't talk to me and they just mumble incoherently about principles of paying for things while I shout at a pixelated screen. (A lot.)

But instead, I am going to bed. I leave you with a (youtube for now, sorry) link to a song that I can't stop listening to: Boy and Bear's 'Fall At Your Feet' cover and three of my recent Life in Cumbria pictures ( which I'm afraid are being to all look the same )



I also have the complete version of my latest thegameison_sh entry to post but I just need to run the editing fingers over it and add the last paragraph. Somehow this little thing has taken me almost two weeks and is still not done. Hmm.

Do not mention NaNo to me. I'm hoping for a mid-month turnaround in my motivation. That is all.

Anyway, yes. Consider this a placeholder post to let y'all know that I still exist and there's a proper post brewing! Um. Somewhere. How are y'all anyway? Hope everyone is still shiny. I do read my flist every day, promise.

To conclude, on my longer-than-usual-thanks-to-traffic trip home from work today, I was pondering what I'd do if I was the Queen and came up with two things:


1. The Royal Presence would be announced on all state occasions (and perhaps shopping trips and at breakfast) with trumpets. The trumpets would play the Red Dwarf opening tune. The beginning of this rather lovely version of the theme tune is a perfect example.

2. There would be balls. (As in parties, not...well. The other kind. Although there could be those balls too: I'd need a catchphrase other than "Off with his head!")

Anyway, there'd be parties to which I and a select few controlled the guest list. Fabulous people would be invited and anyone mentioning X Factor would be shot immediately. There'd be Masquerades. And Bond-themed parties. And epic Nintendo Wii parties. Possibly there would be parties designed by Elton John for the fabulous lulz.

And I'd force everyone to play drinking games and because I'd be Queen, they'd have to go along with it and all sing the See The Little Goblin song when I told them. I feel this is an excellent plan.

(Yes, I have entirely too many nice dresses and I never have anywhere to wear them. Possibly I'm slightly bitter about this.)

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Now I really am going to bed on this promise of a real post soon. Hopefully. Good intentions and all that.

Have done many things today, not least and most unstressful of which was posting my cheque off to Wimbledon to pay for my tickets. There was hurrying to get it done and almost-forgetting of details which, due to my tendency to obsessively check and recheck with Wimbledon things, was undisastrous, just, and now it's on its way which leaves me hoping it gets there intact (I worry incessantly about Royal Mail when it comes to these things, even though they've proven their awesome to me many times over the years. Then again, sometimes I wouldn't be happy unless I personally *hand delivered* things, which would cost a whole lot more than postage).

Other than that; I was bought new jeans which are more uncomfortable than I first thought and, as I discovered an hour or so ago, sit low enough to be very embarrassing when a ridiculously tall friend lifts you clear off the ground and your top rides up; I listened to four live bands from opposite ends of the musical spectrum; made a mental note for posterity of hill2k's discovery in Pizza Hut's mens' toilets - "There's a mirror in there that's perfect for looking at your ass"*; drank more coke than I suspect is good for me; and took Casper to the vet to get his shots and a clean bill of health, which is always shiny news. I love our vet. I think Casper does too, because for the first time ever he was trying to wander around the room to see everything. He used to just cower.

We also, finally finally finally, almost have a finished bathroom. This is news almost on par with the excellence of Wimbledon tickets, since life in a house full of workmen and no usable bathroom for days at a time should be instituted as its own circle of hell.

I'm going to sleep before I pass out on the keyboard. Tommorow is a day of catching up on comments and tidying my room so I can actually see the floor/bed/chair/all three again. I seem to do this surprisingly often, with little effect.

* I told him I would post this quote to LJ. Fair warning and all. ^_^