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Dec. 24th, 2009 | 11:00 am
mood: happyhappy

I cannot believe that it has been five weeks since I last posted here. Wow. I've been around, though, honestly.

So what's new? Got what is possibly the greatest ever Christmas card from dave_unhinged, had a couple of weeks temping back where I used to work which was vast amounts of fun (no, no sarcasm, it was brilliant) bought some lush knee high boots, hung out with pure_bird a lot, failed at petrol stations, shopped my CV around, went to a careers meeting - and an eighties themed birthday party (not the same event) and read a lot of books (no change there).

I am radiating smug, having just come back from the very last of the Christmas food shopping - though it has not been lost on me that I've been up all this week at exactly the same time as I would get up for work. Despite weather reports of terrible driving conditions, actually it's been fine. Wet roads, sure, but not icy and, okay, yes, we've got fog but we had it all last week too so no difference there. I'm gently warming up and someone else is unpacking the food. Bliss!

Must remember to wrap pure_bird's present before she comes round later. Though I have no idea when she's coming around. That might be something worth checking out. Hmm.

Have totally lost the plot re: tv. So am behind with Flashforward, SGU and NCIS. Oh! Neil Gaiman's silent film is on Sky One at 10 tomorrow night so don't forget.


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just when you think the internet has lost the ability to make you furious

Oct. 16th, 2009 | 01:48 pm
mood: angryangry

Dear Daily Mail,

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

[edited for a new googledoc link to the article. Deny the Daily Mail hits]

Healthy and fit 33-year-old men do not just climb into their pyjamas and go to sleep on the sofa, never to wake up again... Whatever the cause of death is, it is not, by any yardstick, a natural one. Let us be absolutely clear about this. All that has been established so far is that Stephen Gately was not murdered.

And I think if we are going to be honest, we would have to admit that the circumstances surrounding his death are more than a little sleazy... Another real sadness about Gately's death is that it strikes another blow to the happy-ever-after myth of civil partnerships.

Gay activists are always calling for tolerance and understanding about same-sex relationships, arguing that they are just the same as heterosexual marriages. Not everyone, they say, is like George Michael.

Of course, in many cases this may be true. Yet the recent death of Kevin McGee, the former husband of Little Britain star Matt Lucas, and now the dubious events of Gately's last night raise troubling questions about what happened.

It is important that the truth comes out about the exact circumstances of his strange and lonely death.

As a gay rights champion, I am sure he would want to set an example to any impressionable young men who may want to emulate what they might see as his glamorous routine.

There is so much wrong with that article I don't even know where to start and in any case, I am so angry I have to go and do something else because otherwise I'm going to break something.

ETA: The Press Complaints Commission servers are struggling to cope - next step, the advertisers.

ETA 2: Derren Brown has helpfully put on his Twitter where Moir's article breaks the Code of Practice

ETA 3: c&p from the Facebook page.

Advertisers BT Broadband and National Express coaches (press edition) and online advertisers Procter and Gamble (Pantene, Fair Non Bio Gel), M&S, Jean-Patrique Knives, ScienceandMaths.net, Clinique, Kodak, Nescafe and Enjoy England should be made aware of the hateful content that their brands have been placed to.

If you want to contact an advertiser whose brand communication has been placed next to this hateful content and alert them contact details are publicly listed as follows. Advertisers do not have advanced knowlege of the content of Mail columns, but they or their media buying departments can contact the Mail and let them know if they are unhappy with how their adverts have been placed and the content they are placed next to.

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I keep trying to leave, but for some reason I'm staying

Oct. 12th, 2009 | 08:40 am
mood: contemplativecontemplative

Sometimes you get so crammed full of WTF moments that it's impossible to write an LJ post because they all come tumbling out at once and in no order and then you just forget all the best ones.

Though I do think that everyone has taken a big spoonful of crazy with their breakfast lately - Dannii Minogue I'm looking at you. I rarely, rarely watch things like the X Factor so it's just bloody typical that something like this happens when I'm watching. And obviously it's dominating all the reporting which is also irritating. (I actually wanted to write about how different Simon Cowell is with Dermot O'Leary compared to Ryan Seacrest but then Dermot is more adorable than an adorable thing and Ryan Seacrest looked like he wanted to use his microphone to beat people to death during most of last year's American Idol).

Oh! Oh! Other people who borrowed the crazy spoon - Alex Ferguson claims that referee Alan Wiley isn't fit enough to referee at Premier League standard despite Wiley being no further than 17m from the ball at all times and out running SEVEN Manchester United players. Usually you see a story involving Fergie and generally the punishment is extremely soft but this time he's in trouble with the trade union. I hope he thinks that making this the story rather than Ben Foster's WOEFUL display is worth it. Though I'd love to know who he thinks he's kidding - no one who watched the match for example.

Absolutely LOVING Flashforward, I just adore everything about it. There aren't many tv shows that look like films but so far every week I've been just blown away by the quality of the shots. Also: 5'8" LOL. And saw the new ep of Bones last night and can I just say that David Boreanaz needs to not shave regularly. Guh stubble. And jeans. I'LL BE IN MY BUNK.

(I'm so nostalgic at the moment. First Christian Kane, now David Boreanaz. I'll be listening to Nsync again before we know where we are...)

You know, I'm sure that my entries were interesting and funny instead of what happens when my brain sloshes all over the keyboard.*

Oh! I saw Up and it is ridiculously charming and lovely and you must all go and see it. *nods*

And finally: Stephen Gately. Absolutely stunned and very sad. Thirty-three is incredibly young and he was such a lovely person.


* Glancing back through my LJ I can see that this is not, in fact, the case. SADFACE

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Very belated fic post

Sep. 17th, 2009 | 12:32 pm
mood: accomplishedaccomplished

I must be mad...

Everything Is Illuminated. Lotrips. Billy/Dom.

I started writing this a very long time ago. It was the last Lotrips I finished writing and periodically over the last couple of years, I've tweaked it and done tiny editing here and there. It was not an easy write - when I started it, there was very little being written about character bleed - but there's a lot in it that I'm proud of.

It was written for sunsetmog's birthday several years ago and txvoodoo convinced me to post it. So blame them. <3

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Sep. 15th, 2009 | 01:04 pm
mood: awakeawake

1: is the number of drinks I had last night with pure_bird that has somehow resulted in my feeling like hell on sticks today. Meh. May have sinusitis again. Cate's car still extremely shiny and beautiful despite now being a year old.

2: members of Panic! At the Disco, whose new single "New Perspective" is available as a free download from Coke's Myspace. Google alerts - not just for football. Also 2 related to the tragic deaths of Patrick Swayze after battling pancreatic cancer and chef Keith Floyd following a heart attack.

3: are the sandwiches that my mother left at home instead of taking to work. Ugh, my mother puts SALAD CREAM on PASTRAMI. How is it possible that we're related?

4: is the number of goals that Liverpool put past Burnley and Manchester City put past Arsenal on Saturday.

5: is the number of fandoms I'm currently writing in and

6: is the number of WIPs I have on the go. SOMEONE MAKE ME FINISH THESE FFS.

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A world full of computers which you can't understand, can't fix and can't use

Sep. 1st, 2009 | 09:10 pm
mood: amusedamused


Hah. No.

My irritating, Spencer Smith-loving laptop has gone back to PC World (I KNOW - it was a PRESENT what can you do?) in the hopes that its ghastly tendency to overheat will be cured. In the meantime, I am computerless. This is a very distressing situation to be in given that I have had a computer for MORE THAN HALF MY LIFE. See? I can make CAPSLOCK with my brain.

*bravely chokes back sobs*

In other news, I went to Edinburgh and took a rubbishgroupie with me and collected a swiv while I was there and got to meet a Gneil while I was there. Which was awesome. Also bought books, went on a ghost tour, got rained on in the castle, found the Scottish honours and got swarmed at the Fringe. Packed a lot into a very short time and I have pics. Somewhere.

V. V. disappointed with the end of the transfer window. No one got kidnapped this year...


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6? Do me a lemon! That's a poor IQ for a glass of water!

Aug. 14th, 2009 | 07:32 pm
mood: amusedamused

I always seem to update my LJ when I have nothing to say. Hmm.


I am, probably along with an awful lot of other people, getting really quite angry with the misrepresentation and blatant lies being propergated by the 'socialist health care = eugenics' arm of the American Republican Party.

I had a rant but no one wants to read about my or my family's various medical complaints that would have been expensive and difficult to manage under a private health insurance scheme so I'll just say this:

Dear looney element of the Republican Party,

You had EIGHT YEARS to sort out the problem of roughly SEVENTY-FIVE MILLION Americans without adequate health insurance. You failed. Miserably. Your system? HAS MASSIVE PROBLEMS. The reason we know it has massive problems? That would be the people without health insurance. And the fact that the richest country in the world is only at 37 in the World Health Organisation's ranking of national health care. Slandering the NHS is not going to make those problems go away.


No love



In slightly less frothing-at-the-mouth news, I washed my car today. Anyone got any tips for getting bird muck off? I used a proper car shampoo and everything but I don't want to inadvertantly scratch the paint work. (my dad came to 'supervise' but I think he was just hoping I'd end up soaking wet).


It is FOUR sleeps until I go to Edinburgh and see swiv and THREE sleeps until I see rubbishgroupie! Whee! I am ridiculously excited though rather panicked about packing - as in, I don't know what to take. At all. Like, not even a little bit although I did buy the most beautiful (and expensive woe) dark turquoise hoodie yesterday. Gorgeous, gorgeous colour.


I don't even have to rescue mice from the cats anymore as it seems that the local mice will actually rescue themselves. Most amusing to watch one hop past Jasper - who sat and watched it while radiating confusion and hurt dignity - and disappear into the conservatory, only to reappear later hopping up the lawn.



Finally! This has been a long, dry summer - and I don't care, cricket will never be a subsitute for football and all those people who cheer on the cricket, well they're clearly not proper football fans :-)* A World Cup or European Cup-less summer is for MOURNING and TRANSFER GOSSIP.

*I add an emoticon so people will know I am joking. OR AM I?**

**No, I probably am. It's just football central around here.

ETA: Conservative MEP Daniel Hannan can STFU too. I'd like to vote him off the island. Moron. Honestly, the thought occurs that Labour don't really need to do anything, the Conservatives can tie the PR noose all by themselves.

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Aug. 10th, 2009 | 09:32 pm
mood: sleepysleepy

Living are rerunning Supernatural from the beginning (having just secured the rights to season five from ITV) and I was really taken aback at how YOUNG they look. And I still maintain that, age difference or not, they could have switched them and had Jensen playing Sam.


ANYWAY. Drove to Blackpool yesterday - having only had two hours sleep - and then back home. Essentially six hours of driving including driving down Blackpool front and OH MY GOD NEVER AGAIN. Though it was cool getting buzzed by the Red Arrows. So apart from a 4x4 nearly driving into me and the Charity Shield going to penalities, it was rather an anticlimactic end to my driving lessons. End of an era. I really am free to get ON with my life which is... a little scary, to be honest. My life's been on hold for so long and now it isn't and it's a little difficult to get my head around. Like, I don't even know what I'd like to DO for the rest of my life. *hands*


My sister has reached new levels of ridiculousness over the weekend. She has migraines resulting from eyestrain - which I am certainly not mocking her for - and her work are sending her to an optician. While she was at home for my mother's birthday, she was complaining that her right eye was really painful. SO, she got my mother to concoct an eyepatch out of a shiny, pink eye mask and wore it on elastic all weekend. IT WAS VERY HARD NOT TO LAUGH. Add to this picture the image of my dad hobbling around on two sticks following his hip replacement and you'll understand why I've been feeling like an extra in Treasure Island for the last couple of days.


I am reading Angela Brazil school stories at Project Gutenberg. Not as horrendous as I was led to believe. Oh! And Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgan/The Hollows series. Well, I never said to have great taste in literature, though I will note that I am enjoying them IMMENSELY.


I am beginning to understand the sentiment in the subject line.

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I need an icon that says "I AM THE STIG"

Aug. 2nd, 2009 | 09:58 am
mood: happyhappy

- by which you may conclude that I took my car out for the first time on my own this morning. Only for twenty minutes or so for a trip through town and on to the high road but still - traffic lights, roundabouts, national speed limits, speed bumps etc. Even felt confident enough to stick the radio on (and now I will be spending some time making a driving mix CD - any suggestions gratefully received *g*). So all in all, feeling fairly pleased with myself. Admittedly, it was very quiet this morning which is why I got up early and took it out but that was the whole point. I have six hours of Pass Plus next Sunday - going to Blackpool!

Other things making me happy are the BBC Proms. OH MY GOD IF YOU DID NOT WATCH IT LAST NIGHT YOU SHOULD DO SO ON THE iPLAYER RIGHT NOW. It was A Celebration of Classic MGM Film Musicals and SETH MACFARLANE was one of the special guest singers. He was BRILLIANT. I knew he had a gorgeous voice (and he's pretty cute - why did no one tell me this?) but he just ROCKED it. Not only did he sing "Singin' in the Rain" (which he did beautifully) but he and Kim Criswell did "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" from High Society and they were clearly enjoying every moment and made it so much fun. He and Curtis Stigers sang "Well Did You Evah?" which is also from High Society (by Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby in the film) and that was very good as well. Takes some balls to sing Sinatra and, well, he thoroughly blew me away. Awesome. He had a lot of stage presence as well - and the characteristic blossoming of umbrellas in the audience during "Singin' in the Rain" didn't put him off either. Totally worth watching for him, seriously. (and as a bonus, in the finale "That's Entertainment", he sings a few lines as Stewie)

*plays with iTunes*

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Well, dip me in axel grease and call me slick!

Jul. 30th, 2009 | 08:29 pm
mood: awakeawake

So I passed my driving test today. *she says, nonchalantly*

This is particularly impressive since at one point I was shaking, I was so nervous. And also, my driving instructor told me afterwards that his heart sank when he saw who the examiner was because he's so evil (in all the years my driving instructor has been a driving instructor, I'm only his fourth pupil to pass with this guy. All the instructors around this test centre HATE him). He was a bit arsey with me - AND made me sit for ages before he told me I'd passed - but I got my own back by pointing out that actually? I wasn't 'Miss' anything. I was 'Dr'. Heh.

So. Ten minors which I can totally live with although he gave me one for hesitation which if you'd SEEN the road you would totally have understood. On a hill. With a bus, parked cars on both sides of the road, a cyclist, pedestrians with small unruly children, a motorcycle, a very new learner slaloming around the parked cars and a BMW that took one look at the road ahead and decided that five miles an hour was pushing it. You might hesitate before turning right onto that road too!

Evil Instructor: Go when it's safe
Me (in my head): No, really? I was just going to pull out infront of the bus and the learner. Especially as I have no idea what either of them are going to do.


Not a bad week, really.
Still. PASSED. Yay!

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