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ROCKABARET this Saturday
Rockabaret, this Saturday, from 10pm at SIN on Charing X road just down from Tottenham Court Rd station.
£8 advance tix from ticketweb, £6 on the door before 10.30, can't remember the rest of the prices.
Theme - OOH LA LA. Still haven't decided on my outfit (steampunk Marie Antoinette based on The Girl In The Fireplace or a girl from a Bourjois advert teehee?) but one of my friends is just going as an artist with a moustache painted on.
Come on. Join us.
:D
That's my social life killed
Housemate Bella went and bought an Xbox360 with Fable.
EWAGEEK IS BACK.
The Last Train
Getting from Ealing Common to Clapham Junction is insanely stupid.
Why am I a freak magnet.
WHY.
Well, that was unexpected
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kay_elf , I'm sorry I didn't see you at the fireworks, I couldn't phone or text you back so I just went home. Which is where I am now. I am having a pizza and pear cider (I KNOW, PEAR CIDER, THE WORLD IS MADE OF GOODNESS).
Fireworks were fantastic. Pretty tame until they unleashed a visual orgasm of explosions on the huddled masses right at the end. That was fun, I felt like I was watching special effects from Doctor Who. Except irl. So, basically, it felt like I was in Doctor Who, only the aliens were small children fighting with glowsticks a la lightsabres. Which was totally in keeping with the Star Wars theme music being played, so I let it pass, even when I was whacked in the back of my leg. Speaking of which, ARGH.
I got told by a randomer that I was attractive - I think. "You have dramatic eyes" was the line. Fairly sure my eyes are fairly standard as eyes go, but I may have been glowering a bit due to forementioned Luke Skywalker and friends, so it's possible.
And then there was the good-looking man in the trench coat who has inspired something storylike but without a plot in my head. He was excellent.
Good times.
NOES.
Michael Crichton is dead.
I am sad now, despite impending fireworks.
:(
So I watched that Sword of Truth tv series (that is not its name, what is its name?!)
Terry Goodkind is a f**king disgrace to fantasy writers and writing everywhere.
Just so you know where I stand when I say this.
That tv show? Seeker thing? Sword of Truth? LOVED IT OMG. And it has Bruce Spence (amazing - just amazing) and Craig Parker (who, good god, was hamming it up deliciously, I DO love that man). And Kahlan (I thought it was pronounced Kaah-laan but whatever) is great too, soppy but meh she looks the part.
And Richard. Ooh. Richard. He's a young Nathan Fillion. He is shirtless. I cannot bring myself to disapprove. He actually acted too, which I wasn't expecting.
Yes it was a crappy tv show that was a step up from Hercules and Xena but dear god I actually enjoyed it. And it wasn't taking the piss, it was being all earnest, and I like that. It tried. It was a bit Merlin-y (wobbly set! wobbly set!) but it featured a naked old man clutching a chicken against his groin, so I won't hear a word against it.
OH WAIT NO - the "instruction manual" line is THE ESSENCE OF ABSOLUTE WRONGNESS. Hello, everyone, does that concept really work in a MEDIEVAL FANTASY SETTING. DOES IT. IN ANY WAY. Did someone really think that, you know - wait, no NO ONE THOUGHT. BECAUSE. INSTRUCTION MANUAL. DID THEY GAVE OUT INSTRUCTION MANUALS WITH THE GUTENBERG?! Epic dialogue fail, I hope the responsible party cries himself to sleep and has nightmares about instruction manuals beating him to death. Utter, utter idiocy with an extra layer of omfg-you-muppet.
So yes. Terry Goodkind - doesn't deserve a tv series adaptation that was that entertaining. I didn't want it to end. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and I was enjoying how it was done (of course it was racing ahead of itself, since when do opening episodes of such things roll along at a leisurely pace?!) and I know the fact that I started reading SoT from the second book (it got me though the family reunion in Poland in 1998, THOSE WERE THE DAYS trapped on a Polish motorway... shudder) kind of helped me here. But all of you fantasy readers out there who hate Goodkind should give it a look. You can hate it (and me) later.
AND THERE WAS A GAR OMG.
!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT SOME UTTER GONAD HAS DONE A TV SERIES OF GOODKIND'S SWORD OF TRUTH
WHY
It has both ruined and made my day. At the same time. This has nothing to do with the litre of coffee I just drank. IT'S RICHARD AND KAHLAN LIVE ACTION TV SERIES and I bet Goodkind is pissing himself.
Why did they do THE SWORD OF TRUTH of all things, WHERE'S MY PERN
BASTARD
Patrick Rothfuss' The Name Of The Wind has totally f**ked up my nanowrimo lead.
HOW DARE HE WRITE THAT WELL. I don't like his main character, weirdly, but oh god. I've been out of the slash thing for a while now but there was such a hint in a few parts in there it was giving me Draco/Harry EDIT NO I MEANT RON/HARRY flashbacks. Probably because Kvothe IS HARRY POTTER. Swears.
I'm only 1/3 of the way through. Damn.
It's not perfect - when I've finished I think I'll be able to explain why - but it's a damn fine read. And it has giant spiders. And a villain I'm head over heels about already.
Bed time. My contact lenses are trying to climb out of my eyes and I'm just not putting up with that sort of thing.
Oooh f**k, drunk agaiiiiin yay
Loottts of wine, everyone bought me wine,THE WINE MAN. WORSE THASN THE BEER.
Swear to god, i didn;'t know the wine glass was there, just spilt it cos i can't STEER MY ARM oh dear.
Not a drunkard, I swear, it';s just been that sort of time where everyone goes out andmakes ytou drink. You know what I mean. When you go out and ve social asnd drink and zig zag back home. It was ace though. i work with lovely people and housemate bella is lots of fun actually.
shouldgho to bed shouldsn't i.
f**king bkeyboard is moving
Ooh. Not writing what I wanted to at all. I'm writing a mess of different scenes, all mixed up. So far I have a corpse in the library (WHY WHO WHAT WHERE DID THAT COME FROM), a horse race (OMG HER BROTHER'S CALLED DUNSTAN BTW) and a PIRATE.
AT A BALL.
WHAT.
I love this. 1820, and i have had three coffees, two croissants, and I'm meant to be going to Lush today but I am pyjamaing like a student.
But what. Corpse in library. Interesting way to begin.
...
If I wake up tomorrow and we could have headlines about the earthquake, the Kercher murder, the economy or even just the weather, I'll be glad, because this is so fantastically stupid it's actually decaying my brain. Georgie's got facebook groups springing up left, right and centre and they're all bastards and talking absolute shit about her and it's turned into something quit apart from what it was before, when it was about a) some horrid voicemails left on a nice old man's phone b) that were broadcast to the whole country.
Jesus. They apologised. I didn't think either of them should lose their jobs, but Brand's quit (tbh I don't know what else he could have done, everyone's SO ARGH), what now? What else can possibly happen after this? If they're fired it's a BAD thing. BAD. It's not justice, it's revenge.
This is still so very weird. Poor G.
In other news, I REQUIRE CUPCAKES
This is just beyond.
The PRIME BLOODY MINISTER has now commented on the whole thing.
And people are talking such shit about Georgie it's got me really, really pissed off. One comment suggested that she was "mentally unstable" for doing what she does. People are saying that the critics of Ross and Brand ought to google her and look at the pictures before leaping to her defence. Jesus. You'd have thought people have the right to their dignity whatever their lifestyle choice, you know?! You'd have thought that her profession is unimportant considering the content of those messages, right? Apparently not, she's fair game! WTF!!! I'm proud of her, she's awesome in so many ways and is gorgeous and intelligent and so, so good at what she does. I know she'd be open to nasty comments anyway but this is just reaching hitherto unknown heights of ridiculousness.
Ross and Brand were bad enough for doing what they did, unthinkingly, but some of these people make me so angry. I can see how they'd get carried away with a vaguely amusing idea but it rapidly became very unfunny. The answerphone messages are bad enough but they could have been dealt with privately - why the hell they chose to broadcast all of that, god knows.
They just need to apologize to Georgie. I don't think they should be sacked, I have to say, but I hope she gets a decent apology from this. No one's come out from this with their dignity intact, and two of those involved had no choice in the matter.
If you see this Georgie, LOVE!
Uhh noes.
Little Dorrit didn't interest me at all. I tried, but no.
And Eleventh Hour - boring but Rufus Sewell made up for it.
Fringe, though - yes.
And then I came back from my parents' laden with clothes, food and my story notes dating back to 1997. Jesus, I wrote some amazing rubbish, but every now and then I find something of value (in between the Evanescence and Linkin Park lyrics, OH GET ME) and it makes me laugh. Also, I named a country after an ingredient listed on the back of a shampoo bottle. Little Me was hilarious.
Grr not in a good mood. It's also monday tomorrow - mondays are famously shocking, should be banned. Down with mondays.
BBC News joys etc
Articles of interest:
The new leader of the party previously headed by Austrian far-right politician Joerg Haider has admitted the two men had a "special relationship". Curious. Sort of thing that makes me feel really very sad.
A Japanese comic featuring vampires inspired a suspect in the murder of British student Meredith Kercher in 2007, an Italian prosecutor has said. Ignorant twat. Apply frying pan directly to forehead.
And in other news:
Georgette Heyer f**king rocks. I've read two of her books in the past 36 hours and they're worse than chocolate, they really are. All gooey and nice. And really funny. I don't often laugh out loud at books but seriously, I was crying with laughter at one stage. Why have no films been made. Why. My favourites so far are The Talisman Ring (I think I've posted about it before), Cotillion and Lady of Quality - LoQ is pretty much Pride & Prejudice with less procrastination and more modern-ish character traits. Not for you if you want OMG PLOT but definitely for you if you feel like having a cup of tea, a toasted bagel and lazing about in bed on your day off with something light and entertaining. Pure fluff, with added lols.
I have also stolen the best phrase ever from the books - to make a cake out of oneself, ie, to behave like a muppet. Brilliant. Personally, I am a giant victoria sponge.
Time for chocolate pop tarts, I feel.
PS who's nanowrimo-ing this year?
Hmmm
What the hell do you do when your housemate - who owns the house, having inherited it from her recently deceased mother - gets all passive aggressive regarding any mess you make at all while she leaves her plates and cups around the place? Nothing? I can't really do anything, cos I am a messy person, but not enough to warrant those infamous passive aggressive notes left around telling me not to leave her mother's home like a pig sty. Apparently that's not hard to do.
Working on this year's Nanowrimo attempt. I have three ideas. A steampunky espionage-y thriller-ish fantasy with pirates and exploding cities, a retelling of the Psyche and Eros myth by way of Baba Yaga and the Snow Queen, or else the really old story that won't leave me alone that involves angels and demons pottering about in London (no vampires!). Can't decide. I hate being ADD sometimes, i should be published by now, only I have too many ideas and not enough mental hard drive. Or else my RAM needs expanding so I can deal with more than one idea at once.
Meanwhile, don't ever be an assistant manager for any clothing company, it's enough to make you sad enough to put together what sort of clothes your characters would wear were they to shop there. Not that I did that while extremely bored today. Nope.
And good god LJ's different, this is like some strange form of vertigo.
Christ on a bike, it's been a while, eh livejournal?
Tired
And hormonal and hungry and annoyed.
Eating something my mum made for Wigilia that tastes a bit like a Cornish pasty but failed at being really Cornish pasty-y. This is the problem wish Polish cooking sometimes - tastes like something else but doesn't quite make it.
Eleven hour shift tomorrow from 8.30am-7.30pm. But this is ok. What isn't ok is that the INSOMNIA IS BACK. It is bad. I have had about three hours sleep from the last few days altogether. Sucketh.
But, on the plus side, Australian police have kept a crocodile in a cell overnight after it threatened local fishermen. Maybe there is hope out there after all.
Yah ello
1. I am not in the least bit prepared for NaNoWriMo. Excellent.
2. I had the biggest craving for a McDonald's. I polished off two cheeseburgers and chips. I am still hungry. Am about to go to Sainsburys for flapjacks and chocolate cookies. I suspect I may be slightly hormonal.
3. I do not get paid until around the 20-somethingth Nov or something silly like that. This also means I do not get my employee discount at Lush until I have a payslip. This all means I have no conditioner that smells like candy or lemons and this makes me sad. I do, however, have a sample of a hideously sweet pink shower gel called Snow Fairy. It is amazing.
4. I have a plan for a facemask + footbath + silly film evening later but this all depends on how ADD I am today. I am feeling very ADD today; in fact I am feeling so ADD it's taken me twenty minutes to write this much of this stupid post. Ooh Midsomer Murders! Win!
5. Good luck ponchki!
6. f**k it, want SUGAR
Best wager ever
Pat, the name behind Pat's Fantasy Hotlist blog, the source of a huge amount of joy (and a book I won in August, which was all kinds of awesome in itself) has a fantastic bet going on with George RR Martin regarding the outcome of some American sport thing.
Point is, take a look at what's at stake. I find it terribly funny.
Details here.
Lolomg
Meanwhile... the web takes you odd places. I mean, I'm out of Marmite. Not a problem in the UK, but problematic in the US. So I google to find out how to order Marmite, and the next moment I'm discovering that you can make Marmite go white by hitting it for half an hour. FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, WHO ORIGINALLY HIT MARMITE FOR HALF AN HOUR AND DISCOVERED THIS?
- Neil Gaiman on his blog
And with that, I am off to work. Today, I hope to play with the fresh face masks, since they are just like ice cream.
*Salutes*
First day of work
I smell of sweets and I glitter like a fairy.
Good stuff.
:D
I swear, I'll update properly soon, but not right now.
Although M:I2 was on last night. How Tom Cruise ever got cast as the lead in that series I will never understand. WTF, Hollywood. WTF.
Top Gear
Today's Top Gear had the magical effect of making my entire family cry with laughter.
As in, proper tears, streaming down our faces, unable to breathe, making funny wheezy noises.
F**king ace. Clarkson, May and Hammond FTW.
Rugby
OH YES
YES YES YES
Oh god I shouted so loud at the tv my throat feels like sandpaper :D
:D :D :D
YES!
w00t
Guess who starts at the King's Road Lush on Tuesday then.
:D :D :D
ARGH
NO SLEEP
INTERVIEW AT 4.30PM
NO SLEEP
ARGH D:
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