{ yes, I know what you think of me - you never shut up. }

WARNING. THIS POST IS COMPLETELY SHALLOW AND INDULGES IN PERSONAL KINKS. BEWARNED, YO.

Anyways, apparently the image I'm using for my header/default userpic/just about everything right now is from a TV miniseries - Nightmares and Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King. Once I realised this, obviously I had to hunt for more pictures. UM. THE RESULT? TOTALLY AMAZING.

Why yes, that is DYLAN BRUNO with Claire Forlani. Consider me officially gobsmacked. (I think they were in something together, much more recently than this premiere so it suggest friendliness if nothing else. They have such happy lives now, though, him and his new baby, she and her new marriage. YAY.)

AND THEN I FOUND THESE. KIM DELANEY. STEVEN WEBER. TOGETHER. !!!

UNFORTUNATELY, I've yet to conquer my actual aim which was, namely, to find more shiny pictures of FORLANI. I mean, I did find shiny pictures of her. Just not from the show. Which was, you know, my aim.

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The Rents took The Indians to L. today; apparently The Gran is leaving tomorrow. Except, The Mother is not very well, unfortunately, so I don't know what's happening. I do know that I have to get up early to go to the bank tomorrow.

Oh, the late shift the other night wasn't so bad. Was working with one of the guys I like, so it was actually a lot of fun. The night shift is always a good gig because it goes a lot faster than the breakfast shift.

In other news, my time has been taken up by reading fic, ship manifestos, jotting down notes for numb3rswriteoff, watching The Wire and Damages (GLENN CLOSE IS REALLY SCARY), and reading lotsalotsalotsa fic. Which I mentioned already. Hmm.

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ARGH. THINGS FLYING AROUND MY ROOM. I THINK I KILLED ONE? ARGH. BAD KARMA.

{ straw. camel's back. }

Also, can I just say that I am SORELY DISAPPOINTED that no-one wants to share my love of Saving Grace. I mean, COME ON. It's about a dysfunctional angel-seeing maybe-abused fairly-abusive-whilst-remaining-hilarious cop and an ANGEL named EARL. (EARL!)

WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?

(Also: like, HOLLY HUNTER IS IN THIS. HOLLY HUNTER. SHE'S. I mean. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

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No, really, Glenn Close scares the fucking shit out of me. I haven't even seen the whole of the Damages pilot because I'm that freaked out. Rose Byrne plays tortured/fucked-out really well (as evidenced by this and Sunshine, which, AGAIN, you should really drag your ass out to see) but this show is like The Devil Wears Prada meets Lyon's Den where Glenn Close = Meryl Streep's character + psycho-Rob-Lowe character AND IT'S ALL VAGUELY TERRIFYING with the payoff to The Lyon's Den sort of being THE WHOLE POINT. I don't even know what's going on. There's just lots of blood and tense foreshadowing.

IT'S AMAZING.

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Look, I know, all this capslock incoherency is a bit shitty and a bit annoying, and your eyes are seeing it and skipping straight past it, but frankly, I didn't want to talk about That Thing What Fandom Is Currently Obsessed With RE: The Failures or Non-Failures of Eljay and THIS IS WHAT IT'S LED ME TO. Because for a little while you can kinda be freaked out and read all the posts on it that seem the most adept at summarising the issue, and then you can get a bit tired of seeing everyone's two-pence piece and all these alterna-eljays springing up, and then you are basically counting the number of posts it will take before you FUCKING LOSE IT.

WELL, HI. I'M THERE. And I'm not fucking talking about it anymore.

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Also, you should know: I hate cat macros. Not funny, especially the people who try to make them and sort of DON'T GET THE GRAMMAR behind them. Because, yes, okay, captions on cats, HA HA and the whole idea is sort of to subvert the language. But the SUBVERSION has RULES and when you get it WRONG it's NOT FUNNY, JUST DUMB. I don't even object to the cat macro language because yes, I have a sense of irony beyond the length of my penis, and it's funny to a degree (when you're sharing that language) but PLEASE. Enough already. Fucking FELINES. I hate them nearly as much as I hate the comms on my fflist re: fluffy rodents. RODENTS. Fuck.

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ALSO: India kicked cricketing ASS this week. I mean, seriously. I don't even understand the sport completely but I know THEY HAULED SOME GOOD SHIT. Yes, they drink tea, and the sport covers a few days at times, and I know there's that (FUCK FABULOUS) episode of Sports Night where nobody gets it but DAMN, YO. THEY DID GREAT.

England, I love you, but you can't play cricket for shit.