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[Jun. 6th, 2009|12:35 am] |
Give me a character from any fandom, tv show, movie, book you know that I know and I will tell you:
a. My favorite thing about that character.
b. My least favorite thing about that character.
c. One person I would ship them with in their own verse.
d. One crossover ship for them I think would be neat.
e. One crossover universe for them I think would be even neater.
f. Their ship from hell.
g. Their song.
h. The title of their biography or autobiography.
i. The last bad dream they had.
j. How they're gonna shuffle off the mortal coil, if they haven't already.
In other news, I am seriously thinking about going back to school full-time. Not to do law (my parental-inflicted enemy of five and a half hideously boring years) or even english (my first love, and like the first guy I fell in love with, a lot of fun at the time but a total waste in the long run) but something practical. Automotive repair or something.
As things stand at the moment, I have absolutely no transferable skills from the three years I have wasted in call centres. So I give great customer service? All that really means is that I'm adept at taking shit from sub-literate fuckwits. And even with the promotion, so now I'm also good at supporting my team with difficult queries? Great, I have the ability to explain incredibly simple concepts to developmentally-challenged clods. Yay for me.
I've survived this long by telling myself I would take my experiances and shape them into a zeitgeist-capturing satirical novel about a phonemonkey who is driven to become a serial killer by the stupidity and rudeness of the general public, but more and more it feels like I might just skip the writing and go straight to the cutting of throats in real life.
If I could do something where I worked with machines instead of people, it might improve my day-to-day moods, if not my habitually grouchy disposition. Not to mention, I may develop the technical skills I need to build my dream invention, the Deppotron. It's the next generation of my initial dream invention, the Deppbot, but where the Deppbot was purely about sex with a robot that looks like Johnny Depp, the Deppotron comes with added features, like the ability to fly and cook and clean and perform household DIY. And of course it shoots lasers from it's eyes, for those inevitable days where sex and cake aren't going to cheer me up and all that will work is a massacre.
Because sometimes even sex with Johnny Depp isn't as satisfying as really fucking someone up. |
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[May. 29th, 2009|01:28 am] |
Dudes, why isn't there a sequel to Heathers? WHY?! At least with other fandoms where there isn't enough canon to go around (Once Upon a Time in Mexico, for example, or the History Boys, or even to a lesser extent SWAT) I can console myself with massive amounts of porn err... well thought-out additions to the universe originally laid out in the movies. But with Heathers, there's nobody carrying on the torch - JD explodes, Veronica smokes, Martha Dumptruck does donuts with her scooter thing, and that's the lot.
Man, somebody write me a sequel to Heathers. JD should be like this mean hallucination and trying to get Veronica to kill some dudes, and you'd never be sure if she's just seeing him because she's nuts or because he is a spooky ghost of evil! And then at the end, Betty Finn would be the baddie! It would rock.
More JD. More Agent Sands. More Gamble/Street porn. That's pretty much this post in ten words or less.
Somebody help me decide what to watch now. I am sad because nothing I own is Heathers 2: the Stabbening. Suggest things! |
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[Feb. 9th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Fuck you, Homicide! I swear to God, just fuck you! Not content with ruining nearly two weeks of good fandom-intentions, you have to sneak into my other fandoms and wreck them for me too. To recap: it's Sunday afternoon. I've just made a big batch of brownies with nuts and I'm kicking back with a plate of chocolatey goodness, a glass of milk and Eerie, Indiana. Thanks to the beautifulness that is Agent Sands (MOAR AGENT SANDS PLZ!) last night, I have more or less gotten over my Homicide-related hissy fit and I'm feeling pretty mellow. I'm watching No Brain, No Pain and it's that scene where Syndi is looking after the crazy homeless dude and she's trying to explain Todd and Donna in Latvian and suddenly I'm thinking, "Wait a minute, I know that voice..." and it's fucking Kyle Secor aka Wee Bayliss playing Todd, and suddenly all my hatred comes rushing back and the whole experiance is ruined and I go off in a sulk to watch Escaflowne. DON'T FUCKING FOLLOW ME THERE, WEE BAYLISS! THE LOVE IS DEAD!
Fuck you, Homicide. Seriously. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|12:56 am] |
Oh my God, Homicide, you make me so fucking cranky for so many reasons! First of all, you have completely broken my heart with the demise of the Lewis/Kellerman love, which is extra-annoying because they were so beautiful and fun and Luther Mahoney was evil and horrid and deserved to get shot anyway and how dare you meen on poor Mikey and Meldrick for that! And also because it's Clark Johnson and nothing bad should ever happen to him because he directed SWAT and that pretty much gives him a free pass on everything for all fucking time. But also you suck for having a stupid TV movie that I knew nothing about and so, even after I was so good and watched right to the end and didn't spoil myself for any of it, I go off to find some fic at fucking last and suddenly the Intarwebs are all, RARGH OH MY GOD WEE BAYLISS GOES TO JAIL FOR SHOOTIN'S RARGH OH MY GOD! and thanks for fucking wrecking it for me dickholes!* And even after that, your fic is hard-to-find and organised in a totally retarded way and I hate you all!
Anyway, screw you Homicide. I am going to watch Once Upon A Time In Mexico and be all OMG MOAR SANDS PLZ and not think about you anymore. Stupid Homicide.
*Yeah, sorry if I ruined that for anybody else, but OH WAIT NO I'M NOT SORRY AT ALL I AM CRANKY AND MEEN! And no, I didn't misspell that, the extra E stands for added MEEN. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|10:23 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | 24, batbale, batman begins, bones, breakfast on pluto, bsg, buffy, carnivale, christian bale, cillian murphy, colin farrel, dark knight, david boreanaz, deadwood, edward james olmos, heroes, highlander, idina menzel, in bruges, johnny depp, keiffer sutherland, moomins, nbx, numb3rs, ouatim, rent, sweeney todd, the dave, the downey, the wire, tove jansson, utena, zodiac | ] |
Aww fuck, you guys, I think I just permanantly destroyed Batman Begins for myself by watching it right after I watched Breakfast on Pluto. And for once it's completely my own fault, because I've seen both of them multiple times so I can't claim I was tricked into watching or anything. Now every time Dr Crane gases anyone, I keep seeing that scene from BoP where he imagines himself as an undercover counter-terrorist agent, complete with black PVC minidress and flashing a bright yellow bra, and he neutralizes all the bombers by spraying Chanel perfume* in their eyes, and it just destroys me.
In other news, I have decided to invent some kind of coolness scale where characters are awarded points based on the liklihood of them karate-chopping a midget. It'll look something like this:
Karate-chopping a midget: 10 coolpoints
Doing harm to a midget other than by karate-chopping it: 5 coolpoints
Not doing anything mean to a midget: 0 coolpoints
A midget karate-chops you: minus 10,000 coolpoints
I decided to test it out on a random selection and it works pretty well, as shown below:
Jack Bauer: would karate-chop a midget: 10 points.
Sweeney Todd: would cut a midget's throat and make it into pie: 5 points
Al Swearengen: as above, except replace "make it into pie" with "feed to Mister Wu's piggies": 5 points
Edward James Olmos: would shout or glare at a regular midget; only karate-chops midgets if they are Cylons: 7.5 points
Methos: doesn't know karate, but from a moral perspective, would have no problem karate-chopping a midget: 10 points, because he can always learn later.
The Dave: unable to bring himself to harm a midget: 0 points.
Giles: would karate-chop a midget, then fire-bomb its house, but only if the midget really pushed him to it: 10 points
Nathan Petrelli: no qualms about karate-chopping a midget whatsoever: 10 points
Angela Petrelli: would belittle the midget so much it karate-chopped itself: 10 points
Peter Petrelli: gets karate-chopped by the midget. Everyone laughs. Minus 10,000 points.
Agent Sands: if he still has eyes, karate-chops the midget; if not, shoots the midget after locating it by the sound of it's tiny midget feet: 10 points, because the intention is there if not the physical ability.
Moominpapa: doesn't know karate, and anyway has tiny Moomin arms unsuitable for midget-chopping. Would probably write a chapter in his Memoirs about how he karate-chopped it anyway: 5 points for inventiveness.
Mark Cohen from RENT: gets karate-chopped by the midget. Minus 10,000 points.
Idina Menzel, in anything: karate-chops that midget and makes it cry little midget tears. 10 points.
Akio Ohtori: karate-chops the midget, steals its fine midget hos, then runs the midget down in the Akiocar. 10 points.
Stringer Bell: karate-chops the midget only if economically viable. Otherwise, arranges to have it gunned down in a drive-by. 7.5 points.
Oogie Boogie: karate-chops the midget, sings a song about it: 10 points
Ben Hawkins: karate-chops a midget, spends three episodes angsting about it. 9.5 points, as he gets half a point deduction for angst.
Don Eppes: pre-The Bunk, karate-chops that midget and takes a suspension. Post-The Bunk, tries to work out his differences with the midget, then gets Lou Diamond Phillips to karate-chop it for him instead. 7.5 points.
Harvey Dent: gets karate-chopped by a midget, cries like a bitch. Ditto Two-Face, but with half as many tears. Minus 20,000 points because both personalities fail.
I call it the Froodilicus Scale of Karate-Chopped Midgets. Obviously you can't rely on it entirely - for example, Brennan would have no problem karate-chopping a midget whereas The Dave would, but clearly The Dave is clearly cooler than Brennan. But as a rough guide, it's pretty accurate.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm thinking of buying a new storage unit as the number of books, DVDs and random crap in my house has once again reached critical mass. At the moment I am torn between this and this. On the one hand, the cabinet gives me much more storage space and as it's got glass shelves, I can put my models and suchlike in there and not have to worry about dusting them. On the other hand, it's white and white wooden furniture always makes me feel like I'm trapped in a John Hughes movie circa 1984. Comments? Suggestions?
Oh, and finally, and having nothing to do with anything discussed above: MOAR ZODIAC PORN PLZ. That is all.
*For the record, given that pretty much every Chanel product smells like catpiss, I think it would be very effective as a weapon used either by or against terrorists. I know if you sprayed it on me, I'd be too busy choking and retching to even think about blowing stuff up until I'd had a shower. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2008|11:46 pm] |
Oh dudes, seriously, how gay is the second season ending to Numb3rs? That final scene where Charlie's dreaming about his mum, and then he wakes up and wanders into the dining room where Don's doing his paperwork, Charlie totally looks ready to jump him right there. Kiss my ass, Supernatural, this is what real homoerotic brother-on-brother tension looks like.
In other news, I'm afraid it is my sad duty to inform you all that the Southernator has gone completely insane, and has therefore been removed from her role as my co-executive director at the League of Hot. So complete is her delusion, she actually suggested Chad Micheal Murray, aka That Squinty-Eyed Idiot from One Tree Hill, as the third member of the Holy Triumvirate of Hotness. This is not only ridiculous, it's blasphemy, as everyone knows the Triumvirate, comprised as it is of the three most beautiful men alive, consists of Johnny Depp, David Boreanaz and Colin Farrell, aka The Depp, The Dave and The Colin. Anything else is heresy and punishable by being burnt at the stake.
Also, she's pretty much totally in love with Dan the Man. I'm not making this up. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2006|07:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | bones, dr who, eerie indiana, highlander, job of doom, johnny depp, miami vice, people make me sick, phillip reeves, pirates, roger daltrey, snithy, that 70s show, the dave, thief lord, torchwood | ] |
So, before I start my traditional "it's payday so get thyself to ye olde internet cafe and pay off your credit card bill while swearing never to overindulge in spendthriftery ever again as long as you live, wench" missive, I would like to point out that if you don't read Philip Reeve's Larklight right away, you will burst into flames from lack of PURE AWESOME. Space! Space giant spiders! Space Queen Victoria! Space pirates! Space corsets! Space houses in space! It's full of greatness and space. It even has drawings. Truly, it could not be a better book even if it had Johnny Depp, and surely there can be no higher praise than that.
Christmas, while lacking in the third season of Miami Vice, was nonetheless a pleasent affair of not being at work, eating mince pies and watching such festive themed delights as the Thief Lord, (it has snow!) Doctor Who, (the Christmas Invasion, so it totally counts, and Fiyero is so blatently gay it is unbelievable) that episode of Bones where they all get locked in the lab on Christmas Eve and Dave gets high on antibiotics* and Hodgins is revealed to have a suprisingly good body for a ginger person... and then I got bored of Christmas and watched That 70s Show and Eerie, Indiana instead. And Fitzcairn was in That 70s Show, and I think it's a sign that God wants me to buy Highlander again. So it was fun, and quiet, and generally very joyous.
But then! Oh Boxing Day, the drama of it all. See, I had to work, but none of the buses were running. So I arranged to get a lift with one of the girls I work with, and I'm standing on a street corner at eight in the morning, freezing my ass off, when I am approached by a very large, very black, very heavily-accented man who asks me if I'm okay. So I say that yes, I'm fine, I'm just waiting for someone. So he asks if I'm working, and I reply that I am. And then he asks if I have a place we can go, apparently under the impression that ladies of the night work at eight in the morning on Boxing Day. No, no, say I, I didn't mean that sort of working. I'm waiting for a lift, for my job which is in an office. So he walks off some distance down the street, and I try to stop my knees from shaking and use my psychic powers to get Jayni out of bed. Alas, to no avail. Sleazy McUseswhores returns, and asks if he can have my number. I say that's not a good idea, and that I have a boyfriend. Sleazy replies that he could make me happy (because every woman wants a guy who uses prostitutes and assume that any unaccompanied female out in public must be on the game) and that I have beautiful long hair. I do that quick, panicky, "Oh God help me I'm going to be found raped and strangled in a ditch in Beeston and I know I said I'd do anything to get out of work but not this please Jayni hurry the fuck up!" equivilent of a smile, and Sleazy continues that perhaps I need a knight in shining armour to cut my hair for me, and at that point I fake a text message, babble an excuse and run all the way back to my house.
And then Jayni didn't show up at all, so I had to get a lift with another girl who didn't start until ten, and then I had to walk home from Horsforth and I got lost and ended up in about twenty million industrial estates, and then Holbeck, but eventually I got back so it was okay. And nobody else thought I was a hooker.
Anyway, that was pretty much the stand-out moment since I last wrote, and now I must go home and immerse myself in Torchwood, having done the traditional pay-day shopping trip and coffee with Hot Allocator Girl (whose number I have finally got, go me!) and perhaps do some Hoovering or similar domestic tasks. Although, probably not.
*And while we are on the subject of Dave, Snithy, I rewatched that scene with him and Goodman and their pillows were not touching so you just keep your filthification to yourself, thank you. Dave/Goodman is wrong. Because, the squints are like a super-awesome family in which Goodman is the Daddy and thus Dave/Goodman is incestuous and cross-generational and generally too horrible to contemplate. |
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[May. 29th, 2006|10:02 pm] |
The problem with watching Deadwood is that, awesome as it is, it makes anything else you watch look unbelievably trashy by comparison. It's like, say you watch some Deadwood, and then the next night you catch a couple of episodes of SG1, and all you can think of is that Al Swearengen would have solved all their problems ten minutes into the episode using only whores, liquor, card games and the occaisonal slit throat. And then he would slap Daniel for being whiny and self-pitying and tell him to get a haircut, and it would be totally awesome. But my point is, it's not really fair to expect the same standard of greatness from other people that you get from Ian McShane. It's like the first time you see Johnny Depp in something, and you realise it is possible for someone to be utterly gorgeous and a fantastic actor, and ever after you're just a little disappointed by everyone else. |
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[May. 28th, 2006|10:22 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | da vinci code sucks, daniel craig, firefly, i hate dan brown, i hate tom hanks, james bond, johnny depp, judi dench, pirates of the caribbean, poseidon sucks, serenity, star wars, troy sucked, underworld sucked monkeyballs, wtf | ] |
So, in case it wasn't obvious, I've seen the Da Vinci Code. And it was awful. I cannot use strong enough terms to warn people away from this travesty of justice. Tom Hanks should be shot, Dan Brown should be crucified, and that silly French bird needs a one-way ticket to the Reject Bin. Even Sir Ian could not rescue this film from the swirling vortex of pure shitty movie-ness that it creates. Were this movie a living thing, I would recommend cutting off all its limbs and throwing it in a pool of molten lava as a punishment merely for existing.
I did, however, see the trailer for PotC2, the new Bond film and Poseidon. To take the last first, why?! I mean, come on, the original TV series was rubbish anyway - and not in the fun way that 70s tv shows can sometimes be - the new one was rubbish even though it had Jayne and he was all wet, why the fuck did they decide there needed to be a movie? This goes with Underworld 2 and Dr Dolittle 3 in the "what were they thinking?" pile. It's also advertised as coming "From the director of Troy and the Perfect Storm", which serves more as a warning label than a reccomendation. PotC2 looks, unsuprisingly, totally awesome. There's a weird Cthulhu-pirate (he wears a hat!) and Johnny Depp in eyeliner and sexy facial tattoos. I think that's really all that needs to be said. James Bond looks suprisingly not-boring, mostly because of Daniel Craig and Judi Dench, but I probably won't bother seeing it anyway. Just because this one might suck less than every other James Bond movie ever made doesn't mean it won't still suck. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2005|09:42 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | angel, chocolat, colin firth, david boreanaz, donald sutherland, fake mr darcy, horror movies, i hate keira knightley, importance of being earnest, joanne harris, johnny depp, joss whedon, judi dench, matthew mcfayden, serenity, snithy, susannah harker, zombies | ] |
So, today the vile and filthy Hannah forced me to go see the new Pride and Prejudice with her so that she might indulge her unwholesome lust for Keira Knightley's angry tadpole-shaped eyebrows. And... it was terrible. Oh, don't get me wrong, Judi Dench and Donald Sutherland were every bit as awesome as usual, but Keira Knightley just really needs to be killed, or at least forced never to act again on pain of being killed, and Matthew MacFadyen is less "aloof and aristocratic Mr Darcy" and more "sweet and socially inept Angel". I swear, at one point he actually makes David Boreanaz's patent "please don't seduce me" face. And while God knows I love socially retarded!Angel, MacFadyen doesn't even have the decency to do the Angel dance or turn into a puppet, and therefore it makes me sad.
And that's not even the worst of it. Oh no. Prizes go to Rosamund Pike for the blandest, most insipid Jane ever to make it to film (yes, I'm biased, and yes, I love Susannah Harker and wish to bear her babies, but seriously, Pike is quite possibly more irritating than Keira "Angry Tadpoles of DOOM" Knightley), and to Simon Woods for one creepy-ass interpretation of Charles Bingley. I'm serious, every time he smiles at Jane, he's totally imagining peeling her skin off with a knife and stitching a suit out of it. Not to mention, he has the stupidest hairstyle imaginable and he's ginger.
However, my suffering was not in vain, since I may now force Hannah to go see one movie I want to see that she doesn't. It was going to be Serenity, but after suffering through that travesty of justice, I feel that she no longer deserves Space Pirate Cowboy Opera in the style of Joss Whedon, and am thinking of dragging her to see Land of the Dead. Because zombies are frickin' awesome, and also Serenity isn't out for ages yet.
And now, I go to watch The Importance of Being Earnest and Chocolat. Feel the Judi Dench love! |
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[May. 4th, 2005|11:59 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | alan&jess, angel, buffy, david boreanaz, david wenham, ewan mcgregor, gerard butler, heath ledger, hugh jackman, johnny depp, joss whedon, moulin rouge, orlando bloom, phantom of the opera, poto, the dave, van helsing | ] |
I have come to the conclusion that Van Helsing, Moulin Rouge and Phantom of the Opera do not mix, for the following reasons:
- Gerard Butlers singing is only just tolerable as it is, without being compared to the greatness that is Ewan McGregor.
- Carlimir as a querulous transvestite is acceptable and for those of us who've seen the London Assignment, actually quite in-character, but Dracula as the Duke is all shades of wrong and leads to speculation about the effectiveness of Dracula singing "Like a Virgin" to Van Helsing versus, say, turning into a big fucking bat-monster. Personally, I found the singing way, way creepier, and I bet Van Helsing would have too.
- On a related note, "Big Fat Virgin King". Try explaining that one to your friends in the throes of a massive giggling fit.
- There's always someone who suggests Ewan McGregor should play Raoul, and that confuses me and makes me unsure whose side I should be on. This is unacceptable.
- Eventually this leads to debates about whether Erik, Van Helsing or Christian would win in a fight. This in turn leads to arguing about whether Gerard Butler, Hugh Jackman or Ewan McGregor would win in a fight. Ewan McGregor loses both times, and that makes me feel bad for him.
- Anna is even more annoying than usual when compared with Christine and Satine.
In other news, today Alan tried to convince me that my entire life was just a dream, like in that one episode of Buffy:
Froodle: Well for a start, if the whole world was just my dream, it certainly wouldn't include Fat!Xander, Andrew or Spike's Initiative clone. In fact, it would mostly involve naked David Boreanaz. [pauses] And Gerard Butler, he can be in there too.
Jessica: I don't see them working as a couple. I mean, David Boreanaz is pretty much already the American equivilent of Gerard Butler.
Froodle: I see what you mean. Too mmuch sitting around talking about socks and birds, not nearly enough sexin'.
Jessica: Now, Gerard Butler and Johnny Depp, I kind of see that...
Alan: But won't Orlando Bloom be jealous?
Froodle: I'd want to see it just for the catfight between Gerard Butler and Orlando Bloom. And for the hot man-on-man action, of course. But mostly because Orlando Bloom would get bitchslapped.
Jessica: And then Heath Ledger could comfort him.
Froodle: There is absolutely no downside to this plan. I think we should insist that Gerard Butler and Johnny Depp have sex right away.
Alan: Yeah, why don't you write to them and tell them that?
Froodle: Don't think I won't! |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2005|05:20 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | american psycho, christian bale, cornelia funke, dracula, escaflowne, evil twins, from hell, gerard butler, issac newton wants your soul, johnny depp, johnny lee miller, neil stephenson, peter pan, phantom of the opera, poto, pretty boys with wings, reign of fire, rupert everett | ] |
Oooh, lookie what I nicked from imbeiaiel:
Comment and I'll ...
1. Tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
2. Tell you what celebrity/public/fictional person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise.
3. Give you one word that I associate with you when I think of you.
4. Tell you what colour(s) I associate with you.
Most productive day yesterday: whilst noodling 'round Borders waiting for friends to show up, discovered that they have At Last got more copies of POTO in. So YAY Eriky goodness for me. Also bought Inkheart by Cordelia Funke and Dracula 2001, which while being a terrible film, has the dual redeeming features of Johnny 'Sulky McByronpants' Lee Miller and Gerard 'Mister Sexypants Phantom' Butler.
Plus Virgin didn't have Reign of Fire or American Psycho. Le pout.
Also, in amazingly unFroodlish display of willpower, managed to resist buying their only copy of Dario Argento's Phantom of the Opera , despite urgings of nefarious companions. My newly-forged iron will LAUGHS IN THEIR FACES. Then it runs out of Virgin and away from temptation.
All lectures were cancelled today, so decided to make cauliflower cheese (very tasty), play with Thlayli (fully clothed, to prevent a repeat of the Underwear Incident), and read Neal Stephenson's "Quicksilver" (would probably enjoy it more if I hadn't seen Escaflowne, and therefore prone to imagining Issac Newton as a floating head with a beard full of rollers and also to muttering "You killed Folken!" at random moments).
In other news, finally got to see the new Sherlock Holmes film that aired over Christmas... ( Read more... ) |
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[Nov. 6th, 2004|11:23 pm] |
Rarr!
Pre-birthday celebration with Jess, Alan, James, Scottish James and Verity. Went to see Finding Neverland, which was fantastic and made me cry like, well, a character played by James D'Arcy. Kid playing Peter had the biggest ears - no wonder JM Barrie imagined he could fly. Guy who played the guy who played Nana was Stupid Marine Bloke #1 in POTC, which filled me with gigglings.
Afterwards we went to Hard Rock for dinner, which was tasty. We had crayons and drew pictures on napkins - Scottish James playing bagpipes, Alan crying because he'd dyed his hair a stupid colour and had to shave off his beard again, Dominatrix!Verity with Penguin!Snape, Jess and I fighting over goblins and James and Steve sitting in a tree. Then back to Alan and Jess's for Cluedo, which Alan kept beating us at, even after Jess and I combined forces to defeat his Sherlockian evil.
Parentals arrive tomorrow. Shall update if I survive. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2004|07:16 pm] |
Spent the day backing up the Big Wolf on Campus tapes I bought from April's Video Vault onto DVD. Huzzah for naked!Merton and Tommy and Merton squabbling over whether Corey Feldman is cooler than Corey Haim (he totally is, just so we're clear).
Forgot to mention that yesterday was the fourth day of Hexmas, known as Deppday, where we celebrate the greatness of Johnny Depp. Mm, cheekbones. Today is Feltonday, were we give praise to the celloloid image of Draco Malfoy in all his blonde, pale-skinned glory. Mmm. |
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[May. 18th, 2004|08:27 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | ben and jerrys, cinema cheese, family von froodle, hugh jackman, jason issacs, johnny depp, moral dilemmas, reeses peanut butter cups, russel crowe, sherlock holmes, tasty foods | ] |
I am filled with indecisiveness.
As everyone knows, there are certain films and certain actors that just go well with certain foods.
Johnny Depp films, for example, require Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice-cream, while Jason Issacs films require Rolo dessert pots (although Jonathan prefers Tiramisu, which I suppose would be acceptable if I didn't hate coffee-flavoured dessert, or, in fact, coffee-flavoured anything-which-isn't-coffee). Russel Crowe films should always be watched while eating Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, and Hugh Jackman films are incomplete without nachos. Preferably with that fake plastic cheese you get at the cinema.
So far so good, right?
But what do you eat while watching Sherlock Holmes films? And should it depend on the character, or the actor playing him?
Darn these moral dilemmas. |
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