I always seem to miss when people friend me, so... comment! :D <3


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I've just done a friends cut to save my sanity, not because I don't like reading about people's lives. It's really just people I never talk to, but if you were lurking and you want adding back just let me know <3

HAHA

Job interview this morning, and after they said can I start tomorrow. Um. Yes? o.O £6.50 an hour for measuring some paintings and answering emails, which is 95p more than the grudging minimum wage I got for bleeding out the fingers every day for four years at Halo. YES TOMORROW. WHY NOT TODAY?

It's a total pain in the arse getting to Lichfield on buses and trains because I'm out in the middle of nowhere with horrible public transport links, but it's only fifteen minutes by car so I'm just going to have to get over the phobia and learn to drive. Bleh. Other than that, YAY!

Rufus Wainwright's Judy Garland tribute is starting right now on Sky Arts if anybody else is in need of some high class camp...

Errr... it's very possible that everybody in the world but me already knows about this, but I just saw Simon Farnaby and Tom Meeten on telly pretending to be Simon and Garfunkel. XD I googled and I could only find this: Commissioned to write a collection of ten short programs for Paramount Comedy Channel imagining the rise and fall of the music legends if they were more like Laurel and Hardy.

HMMM.

It wasn't very funny, but then I wasn't really paying attention so it might be, I don't know.



I like this crazy weather. Every day is an ADVENTURE! My mum and I went to Sainsburys earlier and it was bright sun and cloudless and brilliant so I didn't bother wearing a coat or anything, just a vest and thin cotton shirt... then when we finished shopping, which only took like HALF AN HOUR, it was a pure whiteout blizzard so violent that we couldn't see any parked cars from the supermarket door.



I wrote a story about a little boy who sees dinosaur ghosts. It's alright but it's not scary enough, I've totally lost the knack of writing horror. XD

Do you ever get a completely brilliant and crystal-clear image, like a film in your brain, of something you KNOW would make the best story of your whole life... if you could only think up the story that goes with the picture? I WANT TO FIGURE THIS OUT because it's getting me all excited. XD

I JUST FELT LIKE I WAS STUCK IN A NIGHTMARE. D:

You know in bad dreams where you're running from Something Vague And Awful and it doesn't matter how fast or how far you go, you're never any closer to the safe place you're trying to reach? I walked back to my mum's house from Claire's, which isn't really very far (2.6 miles says Google maps) only I don't ever go by the road, we usually walk over the fields with Lyra but it's too muddy today. THAT ROAD IS SO LONG AND RULER-STRAIGHT. It was like being on a treadmill, AND all the fields either side are identical, full of identical sheep who watch you go past. When you get to the next field and the next line of sheepy spectators it's a bit... THIS JUST HAPPENED. WHY WON'T THIS ROAD END??

Ziggy is sitting on the back cushion of the sofa with her paws in my hair. XD Separation anxiety issues. I miss her <3

"Imagine a cat with fingers. I'd give it a high five."

I've not seen that More Than ad before. Barratt + cats. This is why the world keeps turning. :D

ONE DAY I will hand an essay in early and not scrape through with minutes to spare, but I seriously don't think I should be doing any kind of academic thing where I have to analyse literature and music. :( It does my head in. I'm completely accepting of the fact that this is MY ISSUE and there's a billion clever brilliant people in the world who understand and believe all this, I don't ever want it to sound like I'm putting other people's work down when I whinge about this stuff because that's honestly not how I mean it. I could read critical essays all day if they're interesting and sensible and they've actually got something to say. I just feel like I'm missing the point and bullshitting all the time. I get good enough marks but I don't believe anything I say and it feels fraudulent. :/ I'll feel ridiculous getting a degree for three years of talking out my arse.

Anyway. 500 more words by noon about Shostakovich saying fuck you to the rules. Easy peasy.

My friends page is MASSIVE, it's impossible to keep up with. It's nothing personal, I'm uncurably nosy about other people's lives and I like reading, but I've hardly got time to talk to people because there's so much to scroll through so I need to cut some journals. BUT I've got no idea who's lurking and wants to stay and who just scrolls past... help? Obviously I'm keeping all rl friends and people I talk to, even just a bit in comments, and people I know just want to stay and read, but if we never talk and you want to stay lurking that's fine, just let me know. :D Or the other way round, if you're looking for an excuse to cut me there's no hard feelings there either. Don't know when I'll get round to it, but it needs doing because I'm trying to get over these ridiculous ~*~everybody's got a life, they don't need me bothering them~*~ issues and get talking with people again, because I'm turning into this rude silent hermit and I'm getting on my OWN nerves, never mind anyone else's. It's going to be so much easier to reconnect with the people who still want to talk when I've got a smaller friends page. <3



Now. 1200 words on tradition and dissent in Shostakovich's chamber music... GO! -_-

I've had ^ this stuck in my head all day. It's flipping between this and (I don't know WHY) the Blue Peter theme.


My dad picked me up about lunchtime so I could help him at Ikea but he got lost because he refused to use the motorway, which is the easiest and quickest way to get there, and then refused to ask for directions trying to go the back way through all the villages and hills. So we drove round for hours instead and went to Matlock Bath for some chips and I've just got home. Quite glad really, I hate Ikea. :P

We're watching 2012 and it's completely ridiculous, but I've had this lifelong crush on John Cusack and I like hysterical apocalyptic fearmongering so it's worth a look. :P

But the number one cliché in worldwide disaster films: the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio falling down! It happens in everything! STOP IT. Mainly because it scares me to death. Not it falling down, just... it. I'm scared of Very Large Statues, that and the Angel of the North give me the shits. >.<

eta: HAHA OH NO. They just showed the Queen tottering along in her little purple suit and hat, trying to get to a plane with several corgis on leads. THIS IS THE QUEEN. SHE IS NOT A CARICATURE, MR EMMERICH.

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SURPRISE SNOW! :O :D

Probably not surprise if you bother to watch the news long enough to see the smug git doing the weather, but I don't, so SURPRISE SNOW! Everywhere is white again! I'm going to STOMP IN IT.

That Top 100 Scary Film Moments thing is on E4 AGAIN! Most of them aren't scary at all but every now and then there's something genuinely horrible like the nuclear war drama o.O and the instruction videos for what to do if the country is bombed. And Whistle and I'll Come to You, omg. <3 <3 I love M.R. James so hard, it's one of my favourite things ever. SUCH a good film. Not many things really spook me but I get chills every time from this and it never ever loses any of its punch, so if you don't know what I'm talking about and you like ghost stories you NEED to watch this film. *_* SHIVER.

Part one
Part two
Part three


UGH MISERY NOW UGH UGH UGH NO OWW ;_;

!!!!!

My dad picked me up about lunchtime and we went out shopping (red jeans! :D fugtacular bag that looks like a stiletto boot! :D) then back to his flat so I could see it all done up. It's still a bit of a dump, and when they said the area's got so much better over the last few years they were lying through their teeth since all his wheel trims have been nicked within a week, two separate night-time stealth missions. >:| BUT it's a flat and it's full of books and records, so it's alright. He doesn't want to stay any longer than the six-month contract, but obviously nobody is going to give him a job if he doesn't have a permanent address in the area. ALL WILL SORT ITSELF.

Anyway, we dragged all the ancient photo albums out. They've been sellotaped in boxes for literally YEARS, some of them, the tape's gone all yellow and peeling. So exciting, it's like buried treasure. And THE GLORIES I FOUND, omg. This is the first one I pulled out, it STOPPED MY HEART. Adam looks gormless and I look a manky tomboy scruff as always, but CLAIRE oh wow. She was seriously the most beautiful kid I've ever seen, she doesn't even look real sometimes. *_*



Of course she's going to look the best, all dolled up in a frilly dress like that. I didn't even get my hair brushed. ;)

Warning: giant picspam ahead, 64 images.

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I just sat here bawling at a story I've read 5000 billion times before. D: It's like The Wicker Man ALWAYS scares me, this thing never stops being scary and upsetting too BUT I KEEP RE-READING IT.

Claire and James are going to Thailand for two weeks from Wednesday so I'm moving in to cat-sit Chester. <3 They put him in the cattery last time they went away but he came back really quiet and jumpy like everything scared him and he just wanted to hide in cupboards and under furniture all the time, so they don't really trust the place now. Maybe he was just adjusting to being back, I don't know. Anyway, I don't mind, as long as they stock up on food and the broadband works. ;) I can still do essays and work wherever I am.

This is Chester, he's beautiful:

QI repeat on Dave and... this ridiculous world-consuming Ben Miller crush really isn't going away. XD I want to listen to him talk nerdy things forever.

This all still makes me CRY laughing:

New journal layout! Because this remains the best game in the history of computers. <3 It's not 100% finished, I want to get a screencap of the pathways in world 1 and use it as a background for the comments bar. Close enough!

It might look dodgy on other screen resolutions, I don't know. It all lines up properly on mine, but mine is 1024x600 so it's awkward and wallpapers never fit properly.

John's mum rang really late last night wanting John because one of his brothers got rushed to hospital with a suspected pulmonary embolism?? and she wanted him with her because she's on her own. They're not back from the weekend yet and we couldn't get hold of them, my mum just rang this morning and said there's no reception AT ALL where they're staying, it's like the middle ages. Soooo I passed the message on but I don't know what's happening now or if anything awful's already happened. Thumb twiddling. I'm sure he'll be fine. He's such a massive hypochondriac, every day it's all, "I've got cancer, I've got emphysema, I've got pneumonia, I've got swine flu, I've got necrotizing fasciitis!" but he's been checked over and over by dozens of doctors and specialists and they've all told him he's in perfect health, so hopefully he'll get through it without too much of a problem. :/

Please excuse the shoddy webcam quality and the horrible hathair, but LOOK AT THE GLOVES MY DAD BOUGHT ME OFF THE MARKET TODAY!



:D :D :D

The skellybones are meant to go on the palm for grip, but they look better like this. Glow in the dark! Obviously these are the MOST EXCITING FIND OF THE DAY, but we also bought him a sofa, a reclining chair, some missing kitchen stuff, bookcases, and I gave him my old stereo because there's no room for it here and it's just been sitting in the garage all sad and unplayed. THOSE SPEAKERS WILL BE SINGING SOME SCOTT WALKER AGAIN VERY SOON. ♥



Should probably walk Lyra before it gets dark, I get nervous wandering round the countryside on my own. It's dead quiet without my mum and John, I never realised how much noise they made until they pissed off for a weekend. XD And god knows where Adam is, I've not seen him in days. I thought he'd jump at taking advantage of an empty house and filling it with his mates, but he's got a new girlfriend (saucy 30-something policewoman, Adam is 22, his mates think he's KING now) so I'm guessing he's with her.

I love how ANGRY all the ~real opera fans~ are getting at this dumb programme. XD I don't care if it "degrades opera", Darius singing in French makes my knees wobble. I don't mind being a "clueless philistine". (Facebook argument with a twerp I used to go to school with.)


♥ ♥ ♥ DANNY ♥ ♥ ♥

DAMN MY LACK OF FUNDS. Emilie Autumn is playing Rock City next Saturday! ;_;

Mum and John have gone to Center Parcs for the weekend for their friend's birthday break. Probability of my brother throwing a house rave and expecting me to help clean up the evidence? Place your bets now. I don't care, as long as they don't interrupt my screen-licking when ♥♥♥Danny♥♥♥ is on tv later.

I blame Ashcroft, today is a Dylan Thomas day. <3 I've got this little pile of books that lives on the cabinet next to my bed just because I like having them near, like Roald Dahl's collected short stories and my Julian Barnes BIBLE and Alice and Le Petit Prince and Under Milk Wood. You get brilliant dreams if you read them really late just before you sleep.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS MORNING?

THIS HAPPENED TO ME THIS MORNING.



HEADSPIN.

rwkstah IS SAINTS AND ANGELS AND ALL THINGS THAT ARE GOOD.

It's so good <3 I mean OBVIOUSLY I'm in that sicky fanspazz stage where I couldn't care less if the CD was blank of all sounds, as long as it was signed, but it is seriously brilliant and the art is beautiful and the picture of his GLORIOUS FACE inside the cover made my heart stop and the first song is called SONG FOR SARAH JANE which... my name is boring and everybodys got it but ~*~HAWKSLEY~*~ wrote a song about a Sarah and I feel like I'm dyinnnggg. "DRUNK ON EVERY PARADISE." We'll Make Time is still one of my favourite things he's ever done. <3 Anndd it doesn't make that much sense all the time (the happiest day I know is a Tokyo bicycle? whut?) and it's not all fairytales and nursery rhymes like Treeful of Starling, it doesn't sound much like anything else he's done before except maybe Los Manlicious a bit in parts, but it is WONDERFUL and I LOVE HIM and... who is David Bowie? Tori who? Nobody in the whole world matters as much as him and I don't care if the words don't make sense because the SONGS always make sense, I don't know if that can ever come across properly unless you're in a tiny little room with him and a hundred people and nobody's breathing or moving because he's doing THIS or he's doing THIS or this or this or this or this or OH GOD THIS. All bookmarked forever in a folder titled 'SACRED'. I love him. ;_;

The best review I ever read of him said this:

The first time you find yourself in the audience of a Hawksley Workman concert, you don't know what to expect. He strides onstage, a small, moon-faced man with a halo of wispy curls, and strums a few chords. He greets the audience in his quiet, self-effacing, curiously accented drawl. "I thank you very much," he says. "Can you feel it?"

And then he begins to sing, and for everybody in the room, time stops.

Of course, when you read the word "sing," you are probably getting the wrong idea. Workman does not just sing: he unleashes what seems to be the entire range of the human voice. Onstage, he is unpredictable, singing each song differently every time around, and always different than the recorded versions. He begins a song, stops, tells a bizarre story involving his brother's good looks or the beauty of soup ("I couldn't look directly at the soup, I was afraid I might be blinded by it"); then he laughs to himself quietly and spends a moment studying the ceiling with a half-cocked smile on his face. His band, waiting, never misses a mysterious cue to jump back into the song where he left off. And then the show begins.

He growls and purrs with a trembling, quasi-sexual intensity, then croons into a delicate, perfectly controlled baritone, then suddenly swoops up into a wail so rich and powerful that the walls shake and you can feel the full-throttle vibrato deep in your bones. He howls and shrieks, he murmurs in a beautiful falsetto, he whispers... and even with four hundred people packed into the venue, there is a deathly silence. When Workman sings, his audience hangs on every note.

He is one of those rare singers who has a near-perfect control over his own voice. If it breaks mid-note, you can be sure he meant it that way because when he holds some operatically challenging note for thirty or forty seconds without skipping a single vibrato, he doesn't even break a sweat. He channels Tom Waits as easily as Pavarotti, and often seems to be both of them simultaneously. His octave range is truly daunting and he handles it with incredible fluidity.

But mostly, it is the sheer power of his vocal that is the most affecting. His voice will hang on a word for what seems like hours. When he finally drops into silence, you let out your breath. You never realized you were holding it.



tl;dr

basically, rwkstah owns my soul for getting me Hawksley Workman's new abum signed.

My brother and I just sat here TEARS STREAMING at this South Park episode:



Our maturity levels are amazing. It was the spinning round like a desk chair that did it.

Ziggy's sitting on top of the back sofa cushion with her tail curling down. She looks like a big apostrophe.


I can't remember if I ever posted the picture of her hugging the modem like a teddy bear:



<3 That little thing is my soulmate, I love her more than the world. <3

SO ANNOYED and it's only just 8am. >.< First John's alarm clock went off ELEVEN TIMES at nine-minute intervals. The first one was at 5:30. Then I heard a noise which I assume was my mum throwing his clock across the room and hitting the wall, then she shouted at him to stop being so fucking selfish and now he's sulking and slamming things around in the kitchen making tea really noisily. XD I've never known a grown man sulk as badly as he does sometimes, he's like a toddler. He does this all the time. She's told him before she thinks he's being unfair, and if he needs to be up at 5:30 then of course it's okay to set the alarm, she doesn't even mind the snooze going off once, but ELEVEN TIMES. That's like an hour and a half of blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah ARGH. If he doesn't actually have to be up until 7... set the alarm for 7? Maybe? Is that a really radical, bizarre idea?

And on top of that my computer is dead again, I'm on the other laptop now. Last time it kept doing an evil bluescreen and shutting down, but now the screen just flickers black and white really fast and makes a sort of rhythmic clicking noise. Very strange, very annoying. No energy to be properly ranty because I'VE BEEN MOSTLY AWAKE SINCE 5:30. So that's got to be sent away for fixing and wiping the hard drive again, probably. That's what you get for buying a brand you've never heard of. :/ All the reviews were really good, though. BLAAHH. At least I'm not losing anything too important this time.

I don't know what time my dad gets into town but I'm helping him move his things into his new flat today. :) One good thing!

ALEX JAMES SINGING LARGO AL FACTOTUM

THANK YOU GOD. XD

He is terrible and I love him <3 <3 <3

Meat Loaf: "That was like two women kissing in the subway." !?

eta: ♥♥♥ DANNY ♥♥♥

EEEEEEEEEEEEELEPHANTS YEAH!

Nice pink jacket. I hope Dougie punches him for it and Harry forcibly removes it and oh excuse me I've retreated into my mind.

eta: I can't actually hear Darius making any noise. It's just a massive blinding white explosion of NOM.

eta: AND NOW GARY BARLOW IS ON TOO. IS IT CHRISTMAS? I MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP FOR A YEAR AND NOW IT'S CHRISTMAS. OR MAYBE I DIED AND THIS IS SHITE POP HEAVEN.

eta: >:(

I've been talking about this with people for the last couple of hours. COMPLETELY ABSOLUTELY BROKE so no more bidding, but I've got more time than anybody can use. More offerings at the help_haiti auction comm if anyone's interested and got a few dollars spare:

• Handmade bead and/or knitted tiara
  
• Knitted character dolly
  
• 2000+ word fic

WHY are they remaking My Fair Lady?

God help us all, it's the new Chico Time!


I keep seeing telly adverts for that Popstar to Operastar show and cringeing but YOU KNOW I'm watching that anyway. Alex James and Darius! I have found my fantasy reality tv slash replacement for Jamie and Danyl. <3 <3

eta: AND ♥♥♥ DANNY FROM McFLY ♥♥♥ OH GOD

My mum had a day off today so we took Lyra for the longest walk everrr across the fields right past Tutbury, we were gone for nearly five hours. DEAD LEGS. It was pelting down snow most of the time, Lyra was going crazy with joy and rolling in it. <3 Then I read some uni stuff, did a bit of writing, cooked nommy dinner (I know gammon and Yorkshire pudding don't traditionally belong together on a plate but YUM YUM YUM I was on a fridge-clearing mission because we've not been shopping), and our tutorial was cancelled because a few days of snow makes the world stop turning so now it's cake and Slumdog Millionaire on telly. MUCH MORE PLEASANT.

My mum is friends with a woman in Tutbury who owns a salon and she wants me to make a ton of tiaras and brooches for a window display and probably to sell. \o/ So that's good!

*_* Steve Plummer is a genius.



I'm a bit obsessed with illusion knitting but I've never done anything as massive as this and now I really really want to. It looks like this from the front:



You can only see the picture when you look at it on an angle with illusion knitting. It's just repeated stripes of two rows in each colour, but some of the stitches are purled so they stand up in ridges and that's how you get the picture, when the ridges hide parts of the other colour. IT'S LIKE MAGIC. Links here, and there's some Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings stuff too. <3



My dad's back over here sometime today for a job interview and he's looking at a flat in Tutbury so I have to go with him to give approval. Everyone's kicking off and it's getting on my nerves. Claire won't speak to him for reasons I will never understand. She says she hates that I'm his favourite and won't accept that it only looks that way because I actually see him and it's physically impossible for him to take her places and buy her lunch if she won't talk to him. She's got no problem accepting all the cash he puts in Christmas and birthday cards. ANNOYING. She needs to either start talking to him or actually tell him to piss off forever, because if she just ignores her phone and bitches behind his back then he's just going to keep on trying. He goes on to me all the time about how upsetting it is, and it's not fair. I don't care who hates each other, that's up to them, but I've told them a hundred times I don't want to hear it from either side. I'm not getting stuck in the middle just because he hates my mum for running off with the neighbour and my mum and sister hate him because of his supposed favouritism.

We saw Avatar again, in 3D this time. Nothing else to add, the scale of it didn't get any less OOH the second time round, but actually the most exciting thing was seeing the Alice In Wonderland trailer in 3D.

*_*

Seriously I nearly CRIED, not in a bad way. I've tried to avoid everything about it. With anything else I'd be obsessively hunting down every tiny detail, but Alice is so precious to me in a proper full-on nerdy will not hear a word against it fangeek sort of way, and I didn't want to know this time, I wanted the full smack of it when it was ready to be seen. GOOD DECISION. NNNNNGH. Normally I don't get on that well with unofficial sequels, or films of my favourite books, particularly this one, but it looks like it works when nothing before has managed to come close. Obviously there's Tom Waits' album, I've raved about that enough. I think it's sort of the same. I love that album SO much because it took the source and twisted it up into something even more dark and creepy and sad and beautiful. All the good bits, times a billion. HERE, TIM BURTON, HAVE MY HEART. <3 SHARE IT THREE WAYS WITH TERRY GILLIAM AND TOM WAITS.

It might still be tripe. We'll see! But from the trailer I'm pretty sure this is going to be my favourite film of all time. It's beautiful. WEEP.

Avatar blew my mind. BOOM. I'm sort of glad we saw it in the old cinema with no 3D because I've got bowel-squishy vertigo issues already and seeing some of those shots in 3D might have killed me. It's genuinely amazing. *_* I've seen some critics going blah blah bad dialogue blah predictable characterisation blah blah etc but don't listen. Maybe stuff like that is more noticeable the second time around, I don't know, but we sat through that whole two hours forty minutes going :O because just the way it LOOKS is unbelievable. And the LANGUAGE. And it's so full of ace little details, like the way the alien insects look and the Na'vi hunters' ponytails and everything. NNGH IT WAS AMAZING, MY EYES ARE ON FIRE. <3

Avatar: so good I forgave James Cameron for Titanic.

We just took Lyra out on the front to play in the snow! Her new favourite game is snapping snowballs out of the air then going O.O when they explode in her mouth. We started scraping together all the snow off our street and made half a sad little snowman, but then Tim next door came out to put something in his garage and did a sneaky ambush on my mum so now it's full-scale WAR. \o/



I'm the commentator. And occasional sniper from an upstairs window. ;)

JOE.



I won him in a beautiful baby competition on August 9th 1986, two days after my 2nd birthday. 0:) I used to win baby shows all the time. (Exhibit 2!) I was dead cute when I was tiny. Don't know what happened. :P I don't remember actually getting him, but I've been told he was called "Joe the Jogging Dog" and he came with little sweatbands round his wrists and head. I got those off him pretty quick. XD It's really weird thinking he's just one of some mass-marketed design and loads of other people might have identical Joes as their cuddly. I THINK ABOUT THAT SOMETIMES. I'm way too attached to him but I don't care what people think. Everyone seems used to him coming along to every single holiday and sleepover now anyway. My dad keeps saying I should take him to some specialist toy doctor to get re-stuffed where his limbs are all floppy from where I used to carry him round by the arms, and get the raggy white bit on his face replaced and new eyes because his are chipped, but that just makes me want to cry AS IF JOE WOULD KNOW I DIDN'T THINK HE'S GOOD ENOUGH THE WAY HE IS AND BE UPSET. I love him. He smells all warm and familiar. I used to have to give him to my baby brother to play with when we were out walking but he kept throwing him out of the pram when no one was looking. He got lost in the park one day when we lived in Long Sutton, I must have been about four and Claire and Adam were two and one. I sat on the path and screamed like I was being murdered and WOULD NOT MOVE, my mum had to pick me up and somehow carry me home while pushing the double buggy as well and I was kicking and biting like a horrible little monster and I got so hysterical she went back to the park later and found him where someone had picked him up and put him on a fencepost like Oliver Cromwell. Then Adam threw him in Abbey Park river one time and ANOTHER MASSIVE KICKOFF until my mum jumped in after him and rescued him out of the weeds. Another time we went to see family in Scotland and I was really ill when it got to the day we were driving home, so they bundled me into the car while I was sleeping but managed to miss Joe, and when I woke up somewhere near Newcastle and realised he wasn't there I screamed until I was sick and my dad turned the car around to shut me up. Awful brat. XD I would still get hysterical if anything happened to him, though. That's why he's always in hand-luggage when I fly, because if the plane's going down I want him close and not trapped in freezing storage with other people's suitcases on his head. THIS IS HOW MY BRAIN WORKS. I HATE IT. Stalker-Jack used to think it was hilarious to steal him and hide him or pretend to rip his ear off, until he got a major punch in the nose. It's not funny.

♥ JOE ♥

"I was getting off with Shane and Darrell all New Year, I think I am genuinely gay. I just don't actually fancy men, it's just for fun..."

"Don't you think you're missing the point of being gay, then?"

"Well... I do like handbags, though. When I was in London I was up against the windows on all the handbag shops."

"Isn't that left over from when you had to take Eve shopping all the time?"

"Yeah. Probably. Eve made me gay with her material demands."

My brother and mum just now. I DON'T KNOW. o.O Now they're talking about whether or not it would be cool if he tried to pull Darrell's mum instead, even though she's his other-mother. I think everybody's had too much alcohol and sugar. We all just about killed ourselves with too much Christmas pudding and ice cream and now everything feels like dreaming. Die Hard 2 is on telly and I am knitting an obnoxious rainbow sock and Emma wrote fic and it lives here.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: the South Park movie is just starting on Sky Comedy!

Emma's never seen it and it's one of my favourite things in the history of the WORLD. <3 <3 <3

YAY yuletide reveal! My story is called A Hundred Years To A Steadfast Heart Are But A Day, it's a modern retelling of Snow White and Beauty & the Beast with a stolen Disney Sleeping Beauty line for a title. Bit depressing, but I always liked miserable fairytales the best. :P It's the first non-fandom-based, non-game fic I've written since I don't even know when. Years. So that was fun!

I meant to post a link to this when I mentioned it before but the site kept timing out on me: the story I had written for me is after the fact by Kjata, about the minor characters in The Nightmare Before Christmas because I love love love the saxophone guy in the band. <3

ALSO! All the '70s party photos from my camera and my sister's.