delga: ([Random] the praetorian guard.)

It is the night before the (extended) deadline for [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon and I, naturally, am flailing around trying to work out why my brain doesn't work. So, in the meantime, a meme!

Ask me a five things related...thing. Personal, fannish, whatever! Annnnnnnnd go.

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In other news: wow, I slept like the dead last night. After a week of scratching walls, hormone-related temperatures, climate-related temperatures, a sudden mad recurrence of eczema for three hours on Wednesday night (what. the. fuck.) and the absence of a full-night's sleep since last Saturday, I went to bed at around 10.30 and then didn't wake until 9.30 this morning. And even then that was only because The Mother opened my door thinking I was already awake (I usually am) at which point I rolled over to look at the clock and thereafter guilted myself into getting out of bed.

Jesus, did I ever need it, though. Fuck.

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Ngggggggh, PAOLO NUTINI'S CANDY, NGGGGGGGHHHHHH. *hits repeat*

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Write or Die is extremely useful but I need a kernel of an idea first and I am pants at this right now. Giant sigh! And now I am going to watch the first two episodes of The Deep and wait for y'all to ask me shit.

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edit: Okay, so whilst I am STILL having issues with the tag auto-fill/drop-down fuckery, the select tags option is actually pretty nifty? Why isn't it all ticky-box-y on the actual 'edit tags' page? That would be so much better!

delga: ([Random] raptor.)

Why is it so hot on this bus? Yes, it is cooler out this morning than it has been for most of the week; yes, most people have probably brought a cover-up (jacket, cardigan, anything) to combat it. But. Why are we cooking? Did I not catch the 55 today? Are we on an express ride to the giant at the top of the beanstalk? Am I actually a muffin? I am delicious, it is true, but I am ready made. Look: brown. I don't need reheating. Turn the damn thing off.

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Dosh for gold! Cash for plutonium!

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The Dad gave me a lift to the station this morning, so although I am always on a bus at this time of day, I am actually on the second one of the day already. I should get to work in an hour, traffic permitting. Getting in earlier means I can get a lot of contracts done before I head to the subsidiary office this afternoon. I'm actually working until 5pm today, even though it's Friday and core hours end at 4pm. I've had a couple early days this week (I have, like, 10 hours of flexi, so I can afford it) and also The Sister won't get out of work until 6pm. This is significant because The Parents messed us around last night so we have bumped our plans to this evening. Our plans being to see Inception, of course.

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In my urgency to leave the house this morning, I have forgotten my notepad. Oh well; I do have my letter jotter still.

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Ahahaha, turns out that the person who woke me up yesterday was The Sister who noticed the clocks flashing and came to wake me up... only to see that I was sleeping and chicken out. Thankfully, being at the end of a sleep cycle, some part of me still registered the sound of the door opening, so by the time she shut the door again I was awake.

Daft girl.

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Actual lyric from Damien Rice's 'The Professor': "What makes him stall? What makes him stand? What shakes the elephant, and what makes the man?"

I-- elephant? This song is actually, actually great, but sometimes it throws me because I don't know the lyrics and I'll zero in on something particularly weird. Having paid more attention to it this morning, though, it sounds like a musical re-telling of Philip Roth's The Dying Animal (which I loved, if you remember). It may not be, but it's a perfect fit.

delga: ([Random] omg it's saffron burrows!)

Ahhhh, London trip tomorrow. Cousin's daughter can't make it now, but the two extra tickets may be going to someone else, so, whatever. A lot of excitement, and a speck of pettiness, but whatever. London trip tomorrow! I plan on having ~shenanigans.

Oh god, I should probably pack. And shave my legs. Social things require so much effort.

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Spent half the day at Cambridge today, then trekked to Huntingdon to pass the afternoon. Got about half through what I was supposed to be doing and then Boss Lady decided it was time to move people's desks around. Then spent an hour or so unplugging computers, moving things around, and then sorting out monitors and hardware installation. This sounds boring but was actually lolarious. Love going to the suboffice, especially on days like today when the people who are there are all awesome.

I have actually been fucking busy this week, and also getting things done. My contracts tray is slowly emptying but I fear my backlog of scanning. Dead people! Why did you all die so close together?! My co-worker, LL, and I have decided to start doing something about our filing system even though I was told to hold off, but whatever. We need the space, and I have decided to do it anyway. We have given the proceedings an operation codename. Badass.

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Things I discovered today that people have known for ages: the Hanson brothers still exist! Huh.

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The Long Blondes! Goddamn, I loved you.

delga: ([Random] italia.)


give me another waking moment
shine against the solemn grate
tell me the season's almost over
i can wait

Perfect morning music.

delga: ([Buzzcocks] SATSUMA LA ROUX!)

Y'all can come out now. I'm less cranky. In about an hour my grandmother is going to come upstairs and talk at me, so I can't say it's a lasting mood, but whatever. ALL CLEAR, GUYS, ALL CLEAR.

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Things:

one. I have unfollowed some of you from twitter. I know that people are prone to taking offence to such things, and I understand how you might, but mostly whatever it is that you are tweeting about is not what I am reading and/or what I have been skipping anyway. So I have just unfollowed and we are all still on eljay so I don't think this is such a big deal. I am sorry if you feel otherwise. Anyway, it's not like anyone is missing anything. All I tweet about is my horrendous commute.

two. DARIA IS OUT ON DVD ON MAY 11th!!!! Fuck yeah!

three. I'll be doing The Commute avec saris and accessories on Friday because there is no other way that I can get my stuff to London for the wedding. This is a distressing prospect! Here's hoping I make it out the carriage intact.

four. So, I signed up for [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon and in theory I am excited about it. The ficathon is great! The prompt is fantastic! My ability to cohere sentences is still shot to hell. Cue anxiety, or something like it.

five. I put Girl With One Eye (Bayou Percussion Version) into iTunes' Genius playlist thing and it has produced a thing of aural EXCELLENCE. It is fucking amazing, holy shit. Things I will be syncing to the iPod for The Commute: the previous. Quasi-relatedly: Paolo Nutini's Sunny Side Up is an insane album.


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Annual postcard exchange, upcoming! I don't even know if I got it off the ground last year? But anyways, there'll be a post soon enough.

delga: ([raines] I see dead people.)

Last night we went out for A Family Meal. All in all, it was pretty good. Colour me surprised!

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I have somehow winged a half day today - EBL is leaving early to go to a meeting with her new bosses, so I have to take the train home. I should really try to get a last minute hair appointment, but fuck it; I'm just coming home. Some of my books should turn up today, which is tres exciting business if you are me, and also I am half through the latest Justified and would like the time to finish it. Let me echo the flist's love for it thus far. [livejournal.com profile] wliberation, if you can, you ought get on this. Oh boy.

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No, but really, the new Laura Marling album is excellent! Guys!

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I was ready by 6am this morning, hence wasting time updating before I leave for work. I won't be able to do this as much from next week on, I don't think, what with the return to The Commute. Next weekend is Easter weekend; the weekend after is a family wedding; the weekend after that we're having a get-together at ours. Busy, busy.

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Hahaha, now I am going to be late. TYPICAL.

delga: ([fringe] rip open your consciousness.)


BASIA BULAT HAS UK TOUR DATES NEXT MONTH. I could maybe go to one of them? She's playing at London, Manchester and Birmingham before absconding, and I am STUPID BUSY all the way through to July, but. BUT. I could probably get to London after work and then commute to work from there the next morning? Maybe? OH GOSH. And she'll be in Brighton in May, but that's very much not going to happen.

Ugh, I wish The Flatmate were not in Perth! She would indulge my needs. Hmm. Maybe T is up for it? Although she may be in the States. Guys, I have too many international friends. I love you all but you are fuckmiles away.

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Things I have been doing of late: fighting with our goddamn kofax scanner; looking for the sun; surreptitiously writing and destroying poetry; compiling a ladies!Spooks!AU picspam; buying terrible music; trying to update with actual words and not just poems; mail merging barcodes onto labels; missing Merlin; trying to remember that I used to enjoy watching television; reading reams of terrible fanfiction; trying to work out how to claim my LGA discount on the season ticket I'll have to buy when I go back to using the train; not dealing with deads therefore building up a backlog godfuckit; drawing up a timetable so that I actually read/finish some of the 32 books I paid money for in the last four months; prepping for weddings etc.; enjoying my fen sky.

Et vous?

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I sort of looked for places to live and again concluded: not going to happen. How stressful. On the other hand, I'm putting money aside and it's slowly building up and, fuck it, maybe I should put some of it in an ISA or something.

Am more than a little fed up with my inability to make a decision about what I want to do but not enough to actually do something about it. Repeat ad nauseum. In the immediate sense I would like to have just a little bit more autonomy at work so that I can actually get shit done. I am trying to work out what the Seniors' role actually is because if it's as paper based as I think it is, I could probably do it. I am probably being hugely naive though.

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I just wandered away for half an hour. As you do. I have no idea why. EXCELLENT.

delga: ([brick] broken.)

GUYS I AM SO BUSY. WHAT IS THIS BUGGERY?

My workload is RIDICULOUS. And also a bit great. Though mostly anxiety-inducing. Also, coming soon: the re-commuting M. )


So, expect either more silence or more frustration.

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Fuck me, I really love all of Basia Bulat's latest album.

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My [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000 entry was terrible but at least it got done, and posted pre-deadline, whoop whoop. I'm trying to watch Being Human which apparently ended on Sunday what the hell. I have two episodes left, but I don't really know what to make of it, and I don't really know what to do with how I feel about the show right now. EMOTIONS. THEY ARE CONFLICTING.

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Back to the trains business again: ugh, this I could do without, but I am very much looking forward to getting my reading time back. Books! Here I come! I would be 50% less disgruntled if I could catch the direct in the morning but I'm probably going to have to resign myself to that goddamn connect. Ugh. There's no way I can get to the station in time for the direct; I already take the earliest bus. It'll be easier in June when they run the Even Earlier Bus but until then I am just going to be fucked. And probably lose weight because of the running (this part I also look forward to).

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I just skim-read this STUPID article about how, on their first meeting, Michael Douglas told Catherine Zeta Jones that he was going to father her children, which is ridiculous enough, but then - in parenthetical dashes - the article is all which initially turned her off EXCLAMATION POINT, as though this would be a stupid reaction. JEEZ.

But then, you know, he was right, har-har whatever the fuck.

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Has anyone here watched The Man from London? Oh god I am 20 minutes in and I just want to die.

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)


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In other news I accidentally stumbled on a last.fm radio that plays exactly my kind of music. Weird.

delga: ([thandie] perform)

Things I have been dreaming about recently: being a person who is sexing Colin Morgan. Despite his being a year older than me, I still wake up feeling like a paedophile. So. To be clear, in the dream, I am not me sexing Colin Morgan, I am someone else sexing Colin Morgan. It is still WEIRD.

(This is one of those things where my subconscious writes a soap opera. It is apparently bored with the cabin fever love triangle.)

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I'm about to dry my hair and then try to straighten it tonight so that getting ready tomorrow isn't such a hassle. This is basically now my whole life. It is exactly as frustrating and self-involved and boring as it sounds.

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I spent the day at work writing up contracts and listening to the new albums I bought this week. In a fit of whatever, I bought Bach: The Cello Suites as performed by Yo-Yo Ma. Why I hadn't done this sooner is a mystery to me because I love the cello, The Cello Suites, and Yo-Yo Ma. I also bought the soundtracks for The Young Victoria and Rachel Getting Married. The former is very pretty but not something I'll be listening again to at work; not a lot happens in that score, and I can't really think what compelled me to buy it.

The soundtrack for Rachel Getting Married is wonderful. It's got a mix of score and songs,as performed by the wedding band in the film, and the whole thing is alive and moving. A great selection of tracks, and a great sound.

On the walk back to the car I rediscovered my love for The Cardigans. So, musically, an excellent day.

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It is COLD, yo. What up with that? Plus also with it being December and all that. I am not up for this malarkey.

delga: ([witb] would that be such a bad prospect)

So, today was actually pretty good and yet I feel like a jam jar stuck in a microwave. Which is to say, awkward and not so great.

And then I downloaded Texas' Greatest Hits and I don't know. Like. OKAY. I have the coping mechanisms of a sixteen year old. But it's worth it, maybe. I haven't listened to this music in years. I can't believe I FORGOT this music! GUYS! IT'S A CRIME.

(Alan Rickman was in the video for In Demand. THEY TANGO IN A PETROL STATION. It's awesome.)

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I wish Carol and Tony bumped into each other years later in, like, London or something, and it was like they'd never parted. Except this time one or other of them actually acted on impulse like the adults they should probably be already. I don't know; I haven't thought about Wire in the Blood in months. SOMEONE WRITE THIS FOR ME.

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Alternatively: write me that fic where Ros and Jo are ~fugitives~ and on the run from the law. FUCK YEAH. Why didn't I Yuletide this? It needs to happen.

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

So, it's my week off! Yay! I've spent most of my time split between home and the community centre. It's kind of nice being back there but also stressful because the team's ability to get things done has diminished further since I left - especially now that EBL is no longer there. It's just a group of people with no clue what they're doing, making shit up. I know that this sounds like every bureaucracy ever but the difference here is that everyone at the centre is AWARE that no-one knows what they're doing so there's a general atmosphere of mild panic floating around. Anyway, I made some leaflets, scrabbled together date cards (the kind you get at the optician, you know, your class is at this time on this date), fixed the printer, picked up some clip art discs that one of the team had left at their house, taught the new admin how to use publisher and then ran far, far away.

Earlier in the week I tried to get Andrew to say for certain which courses are going to be running. That didn't go so well, but we managed to work it out. I have just this very second realised that there is an error in the leaflet. Shit. I hope David hasn't printed those off yet.

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The early part of this week was spent beta-ing an excellent fic and watching Brick over and over again. With regards to the beta: it's been a while since I'd done one so thoroughly and as I was doing it, I was wondering about the merits of the method that I was using. So, wee open forum for those that know and/or care: what do you look for in a good beta? What do you do when you beta for other people? When you hand/get back a fic, what do you judge as a successful beta? Questions, questions.

A couple of things that came up whilst I was working earlier this week (and which come up frequently) is how 'ruthless' to be. I know that with a couple of you out there I can put my notes/highlights down and we've been doing thsi long enough that you know what all the annotations means; with others of you, if I were to offer beta services, I would be worried about how many notes constitute too many i.e. what would scare you off as a writer? Betas should be helpful, but I think that often involves a mixture of positive feedback and detailed sense-checking. Sometimes I have to weigh up what needs saying against what doesn't. It's a strange process.

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Tuesday night I went out with some secondary/high school friends to see a local production of Rent. The sound production could have done with some work, and the guy playing Roger was fucking awful, but other than that it was a great time. I realised yesterday that I won't be able to meet up with this lot on Saturday because I'll be in London for the wedding, so that's frustrating, but now I'm doubly glad I didn't back out of the trip. Good times, all round.

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Bad times: my skin really hurts :((((((

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So, yes, have been watching Brick and a week or so ago I was also looking for interviews with the guy who directed Flashbacks of a Fool re: the women in his film. On the latter score: wtf, all the interviews talk about anything BUT the women which is ridiculous because other than Joe Scott, all the male characters in that story are peripheral. The woman drive that goddamn film! Grace Scott! Peggy Tickell! Ruth Davies and Evelyn Adams! WHAT THE FUCK.

And then I found an interview/essay that discussed the female characters and felt much better. So now you get to have some links, hurrah! Next post, though, because this one is already tl;dr enough.

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True Blood was legit hilarious in parts this week. In other parts it was just stupid. Man, I'm so disappointed by this season. That last shot was GREAT though. Stupid show; sucking me in. Oh. No pun intended.

I also watched Mad Men which, although it couldn't settle on any semblance of narrative this week, looked like it was setting up a few things. I love any scene where Don and Peggy are trying to be real people with each other, and Betty continues to be equal parts tragic and hilarious. (How can you talk to me like that in this condition? Way to milk it, girl.) I just want more, more, more of everything.

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re:Weeds, oh man. I don't know how to talk about this show at all any more. I actually think the Celia story is hilarious, not because she's scared of black!Dean (which: what the fuck) but because that is how she sees Nancy and her vision of Nancy is all surface and ignores everything that Nancy tries not to be. In the meantime, you have Nancy and Shane talking about doing things over and not going down the suburban-weed-dealer route, and Nancy and Andy still being mean and heratbreaking and unkind and always there for each other in the way that family can be, and DAMN IT. This show used to be legit hilarious. Now it is something else that is quasi-horrific. But in a good way. I still really enjoy every episode, even though it's not what anyone signed up for way back in season 1.

Speaking of season 1, I recently rewatched the episode where Shane shoots the mountain lion or whatever that thing was and it's so weird to see Nancy as Nancy, not Nancy as Lacy LaPlante. It's so weird to see her asking Doug if eventually her front business can be her real business. Once upon a time she had choices, wtf. AND THIS IS WHAT SHE CHOSE INSTEAD. Love it.

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Yeah, I need breakfast. You should all listen to the Niyaz station, too.

delga: ([Random] Atonement.)

I am currently listening to this year's Proms performance of Beethoven's 9th Symphony which is a piece of music that I absolutely adore. It's a great Proms tradition to perform it every year and I am a little bit obsessed with it. But my gosh: amazing.

Sometimes I am like this. And sometimes I'm obsessed with Lady GaGa. So, you know.

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That's really all I had to say.

delga: ([Random] beating like a hammer.)


Basia Bulat has always been wonderful, but this is such a kindly performance of In the Night, and she does some interesting things with the vocals of which j'approve.

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RA RA RIOT. DYING IS FINE. WITH CELLO AND VIOLIN. !!!!

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Blitzen Trapper's Furr. Now with a link to a gorgeous Daytrotter session version, as seen on Twitter.

delga: ([2046] love is not love.)



oh seriously
you're gonna make mistakes, you're young
come on, baby, play me something
like here comes the sun

delga: ([Random] got soul but I'm not a soldier.)

So, I've been obsessing over this track on both twitter and facebook recently, mostly because it's brilliant and I love it and it's been a while. I bought the track this week and was a little disappointed to find that the version I initially heard (performed live on Jonathan Ross' show) is better than the one that was released. Not by much, but enough.

Hi, I fucking love youtube.

Florence and the Machine perform Rabbit Heart. Cue my brain floating quietly away, my gosh.


Gah, perfect. Excuse me, I have to go and listen to this again omg.

delga: ([Random] call of the wild.)

I'm about to go to sleep so naturally this is the best time to post. Here: have a meme. This is my current desktop; what's yours?


Currently I am listening to Brandi Carlile's My Song and am contemplating what to do tomorrow that will keep me out of everyone's way. I am also fuck behind on sending out the cards for the exchange and this makes me feel crappy. Trying to be better, guys.

Frank O'Hara is something else entirely. The end.

delga: ([bsg] only if they first decree it.)

I have co-opted my Sunday for myself; let's see how long that lasts. Yesterday I sorted out a lot of paperwork that needed doing, then spent a few hours in the evening at Baby Cousin's whilst her parents went out. We played Musical Statues which consisted of me occasionally hitting mute on the TV and her laughing as I caught her moving. lolsome times.

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Here, have some links:

01. Promo picture for X-Men Origins: Wolverine
This actually makes me laugh a lot (I'm pretty certain that Logan's claws aren't half the length of his arm), but I'm also pretty psyched for it. SHUT UP OKAY. Plus: trailer's officially out now. I am basically waiting for this film to smack me around, but I doubt anything can be as terrible as X3. OR CAN IT? (Lols. I don't know what it is: I never got into the comic adaptations - I hate Spiderman and I've yet to see Batman - but I've always had a soft spot for X-Men in all its permutations. Plus: am ridic excited for Watchmen and everything I know about that I learned from [livejournal.com profile] raeyashi. lols.)

02. Site/trailer for 500 Days of Summer
Starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sendero_oculto for reminding me about this film. I feel like this film - much like Rachel Getting Married - is something I'll never get the chance to see, despite being terribly excited for it.

03. Lykke Li performs I'm Good, I'm Gone for The Black Cab Sessions
I have recently taken a great liking to Lykke Li's album. I first heard her on one of the podcasts I'm subscribed to, and though I starred that song (Little Bit), I found that I wasn't all that interested in the rest of her stuff. Until I heard her perform Dance, Dance, Dance with Bon Iver and I heard her do a live set of her tracks for another podcast. Suddenly I couldn't get Dance, Dance, Dance out of my head, so I bought the album. The album has a high production value which really works for it, but the way the live sessions are pared down is amazing. I love that Black Cab Session; lots of hand claps. Hearts.

04. Coraline (trailer)
Based on the book by Neil Gaiman; I heard about this book when I was in secondary school but I never read it. My perception of the plot has been completely altered by this trailer. I don't know if that's because the tone of the trailer is very "wheee kids' film!" or if the plot really isn't all that sinister, but either way: not what I thought it was about. (Also: Co-ra-line not Co-ra-leen? Really?)


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I watched Battlestar Galactica yesterday, and I do not have too much to say about it other than I felt an immeasurable amount of relief watching it again, which is possibly a very strange reaction to have, but for a while there I was of the mind they'd never air the second half of the season. I liked the episode. That's all I want to say until we get the next episode.

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Thus endeth this terribly informative post.

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edit: So a couple of nights ago I changed my tags because I was bored. I was going to change them back yesterday but I haven't gotten around to it just yet, and anyway, my inner adolescent still finds them incredibly amusing. True story: I have lost a tag, specifically, 'movies.' Goshdarn.

edit2: Oh, wait: found it. Phew!

delga: ([bones] that was not good.)

So, the thing about gmail is that it has this fab 'star' feature which means you can pinpoint emails to get back to. My problem is that I tend to abuse that feature to the extent that everything is starred. This is the reason why I am so shit at replying to comments because I read the comment, then decide that it's not something I am emotionally capable of dealing with at that precise moment (regardless of whether the comment is positive, negative, or mood-neutral) and then I star it to come back to later. Cue a fortnight gone, and I just have a backlog of comments that are too intimidating to trawl through and I end up deleting most of them.

Shamefully, this is a true story. It's also a story with no salient point to it other than: if I don't reply to your comment, it's not necessarily because I didn't want to, it's just that a/ I'm a lazy fuck and b/ I'm also really forgetful. So. Yeah.

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On the plus side, I sat down and wrote replies to ALL of my Yuletide comments last night. Fuck yes.

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I watched Leverage this morning/lunch time and then Baby Cousin was here for a couple of hours. I helped her to write a thank you letter (she's four; I wrote the letter and then she - letter-by-letter - copied the right parts) and then we played with the Christmas gift my family gave her. It's a book about fairies (I think it's supposed to be a story but it reads more like a catalogue: fairy palace! Rainbow fairies! etc.) and each page is a PUZZLE. It's really rather good. We did a few of those and I pretended that I don't understand the basics of spatial perception. Good times!

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I have been listening to The Killers' Day and Age which I like quite a lot. I still think Sam's Town is better, but there is a lot to be said for this new one. Namely: huzzzz.

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Profanity is becoming a bit of an issue. I go through spates of overuse and yeah, we're hitting that around now. The problem is that I occasionally consider it as one would consider punctuation. Dear self, no, you don't need to cuss at every natural pause in a sentence. True story.

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I am waiting for my NCIS season 4 DVDs to turn up (£10! Bargain!) which brings me to the NCIS friending meme. I don't normally participate in these things but flist expansion is the motivator at the moment. No doubt I will then purge my flist in six months' time. I never said I wasn't fickle. (I won't do that, guys, srsly.)

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I am tempted to cap The Bank Job but I'm not sure that's the best idea I've ever had.

delga: ([Random] ever since eden.)

The Dad woke me up at some ungodly hour just to remind me to wake up at 6am. UGH. As it turns out, this is because The Mother told him to. I OWN AN ALARM CLOCK GTFO. That said, I woke up and got ready and trundled into D and spent the next couple of hours being cheery at some really depressing customers. One of the regulars was very sweet, but no-one else returned my jubilant smiles. Fuck it, next time I'll just scowl at you all. (Kd!)

Came home after 10am and then watched as the sky repeatedly fell down. Wow.

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Natalie Merchant's Motherland has basically become my Ziva soundtrack. So many appropriate lyrics and sounds. Guh.

Have also rediscovered The Editors' The Back Room. iTunes shuffle has been good to me today.

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Later I decided to make more muffins, and thus made the trek back into D to buy cream cheese, only to return home and find that there weren't enough eggs. Sigh. A job for tomorrow, huzzah.

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I watched Mad Men! I'm trying to watch Saving Grace! I'll probably ditch that for The Middleman, though, because Ham Dewey's angst is tres tres painful.

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Apparently we are leaving for wedding part ii on Thursday what what what?

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