I am such a nerd.
Feb. 12th, 2010 12:53 pmJust read in his blog that Neil Gaiman has written a Doctor Who episode. To be used in the far future (not the season coming up, but the next one) so it may not make it, but still.
Nerdgasm.
Nerdgasm.
I also regret nothing.
Oct. 6th, 2009 07:29 pmFor
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oni_butterfly (And no, I have never done anything like this before...)
( Take a look at this fucking British comedian... )
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rehime for showing me this piece of wonderous wonder... I just needed to share it. The sheer fabulousness of it. And yes, he is wearing his glasses under those sunglasses. God damn.
Speaking of John fucking-sexy Oliver, does anyone know where I can get my hands on The Department, but not as a torrent? Torrents make my laptop die and I'm not sure why.
rehime for showing me this piece of wonderous wonder... I just needed to share it. The sheer fabulousness of it. And yes, he is wearing his glasses under those sunglasses. God damn.Speaking of John fucking-sexy Oliver, does anyone know where I can get my hands on The Department, but not as a torrent? Torrents make my laptop die and I'm not sure why.
I got my first semester uni results.
Turns out they've been up for ages, but oblivious little me is oblivious.
I got high distinctions for my media subjects.
And.
DISTINCTIONS FOR ALL LAW SUBJECTS.
What the fuck.
I can't even.
I so thought I was failing.
THIS IS SO AWESOME.
Ego tirade over now. But seriously. I don't know how this happened.
Turns out they've been up for ages, but oblivious little me is oblivious.
I got high distinctions for my media subjects.
And.
DISTINCTIONS FOR ALL LAW SUBJECTS.
What the fuck.
I can't even.
I so thought I was failing.
THIS IS SO AWESOME.
Ego tirade over now. But seriously. I don't know how this happened.
I'm home. Back home. With broadband. No more waiting half an hour to get to the log on screen for lj. No more stupid error messages eating all my comments. I can actually load images. And videos... OH GOD THE VIDEOS!
It feels so good.
And makes me realise how depressingly addicted I am to *waves arms in a flaily manner* all this stuff. The interwebs.
It was a good holiday, though, and I saw a Beckett play and the Dali exhibition, and I stretched not much money to cover a ridiculous number of clothes from amazing shops, including a sort of Indian looking green silk scarf, a too-short black dress (I never can help myself) and some sweet stripey jeans. A BOOSH T-SHIRT. And black leather rounded toe brass buttoned petite little heeled boots.
But that is uninteresting to anyone except me. *pets new boots*
Oh yeah, and the Ashes. The bloody, bloody Ashes. I'm not a cricket watcher, but my parents are, and holiday=one television, which leads therefore to the dark realm of 'no other choice'. BUT. But but but. I have a new respect for this game now.
It breaks the space time continuum.
Seriously! In what other game can so much happen during a period of time when, looked at realistically, absolutely nothing at all is happening? It's like a well-brought up black hole with some strange, eccentric mannerisms, an unhealthy obsession with a patch of grass and men of varying degrees of cuteness running around in white pants that are loose everywhere but around the ass. Conspiracy, clearly.
I also made these observations:
- They worry a lot about rain
- Flintoff giggles. And it is adorable.
- England didn't seem to be trying very hard
- I don't understand what 'the follow-on' is or why it means Australia misses a go at batting
- My parents ignore me when I ask questions (see above) because they are too busy debating the merits of "putting another slip at third"... or something... IDEK what they are talking about.
- Hilfenhaus kind of looks like Karl Urban. If you squint. Alright, fine. Not that much. But he reminds me of Karl.
I hope John gets his plane on time :)
Ran across two things on the internet today that renewed my faith in awesome, which had been rather weakened by recent crappiness in my life which, while being annoying, are also pretty dull so no need to detail them. First one is evidence of Tim Burton once again playing the mad genius. HOW COOL IS THIS MAN? Very very cool. Yep. Plus, the man has a gorgeous wife and even more gorgeous boyfriend who both let him make them up into weird and wonderful, practically unrecognisable pieces of art. (and apart from Helena Bonham-Carter and Johnny Depp, the film has Anne Hathaway, Matt Lucas, Michael Sheen, Alan Rickman, Stephen Fry and Noah Taylor. COULD IT GET ANY BETTER? ONLY IF NOEL FIELDING AND JULIAN BARRAT POPPED UP.)
And then I found the most adorable interview with John Oliver and Rory Albanese after some stand-up gig they did at a college somewhere. There are, of course, some content issues. And I'm very responsible...
Warning: these videos contain John Oliver. The level of irresistable of this man may offend some viewers. It also contains John and Rory bickering, John and Rory flirting, a detailed discussion on whether John may or may not be a virgin, Rory apparently unwittingly insulting the interviewer a lot, Jon Stewart hero worship, bagging Demetri Martin and John adorably trying to play down the fact that he went to Cambridge.
Just watch them.
And This Is My Dance...
Jun. 23rd, 2009 09:22 pmToday, I had my first ever uni exam.
(Law of torts, if you're interested)
I did not die.
I did not get lost on the way there.
I did not arrive to discover everything was written in latin.
I did not run out of time. I did not run out of ink.
There were no zombies.
There were no robot ninjas.
Flying saucers did not emerge from the skies to battles hordes of rather camp rainbow dragons in the skies above.
I did, however, sneeze at one point.
Needless to say, with strength and endurance I survived that and continued on.
My emotion upon realising it was over?
FUCK YEAH.
