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1. Amanda Palmer's blog today is particularly brilliant. I love her. I was talking to Tom last night about all the bands we obsess about and how we often fall out of love with artists but retain an interest in their work. And, well... I think that the Dresden Dolls are the one band who have never done anything to make me dislike them. There are a lot of musicians (such as Rufus Wainwright, Gogol Bordello, etc.) whom I listen to incessantly but who have done something evil or wanky or irritating that made me stop liking them as people. Which is stupid, because it's not like I have ever met them, and all my feelings are based on some kind of third-hand evidence of bizarre new artistic developments (ie, Eugene Hutz's unexpected allegience with Madonna) or repeated asshatedness in interviews. Oh, we fans are fickle friends indeed.

Anyway, my point before I got onto that little ramble there was, I think, that Amanda Palmer is awesome and continues to wow me with both her music and her personality. And the fact that she can write a protracted gynaecologically-themed blog entry that is both revolting and heartwarming.

2. Is anyone else a little befuzzled by New Facebook? It just sort of appeared today and, well... it's not exactly efficient, is it? I mean, how has it improved? What's up with the new layout? Where has everything gone? In summary: CHANGE IS BAD. 

3. My jury duty got cancelled again. First I get called upon for this dubious honour (after being 18 for like, five minutes, Jesus!) and then they leave me hanging! I just have to wait around, calling the courthouse every day to see if they need me yet. Suck! On the other hand, this means that you guys will probably get some fic tomorrow evening, depending on whether it's sunny again tomorrow. (I hope it's sunny; I want to break out the rollerblades again.)

4. So, is the new season of Weeds just kicking ass or what? I mean, seriously: WOW, YOU GUYS. Please continue to be this hilarious and brilliant for another four seasons, kthxbai!

 

 

OH MY GOD. Truly excellent link from BoingBoing: an automated pipette machine doo-dah, marketed using a boyband style music video. OMG and, indeed, WTF.

 Hey babies! Late April day and it's sunny outside and the whole of Boston drives that same black fucking truck, etc, etc.

1. Was in Edinburgh yesterday visiting losangelino& dr_octaviawith wrongeyed_jesus and Gillan... it was fun times. We sat around and smoke and drank and ate and, well, it was pretty constructive, as one might expect. Jamie's previously neat (or it was neat last week before the party, at least) room is already trashed. Iain has (hilariously?) removed all the slats from the bed, and there are like four bikes in there already. I swear, Jamie's bikes breed.

(Unfortunately, I noticed this morning that my mother's scarf, which I borrowed yesterday, totally smells of weed and cigarette smoke. Well, good thing she's out of town this weekend, I guess.)

Note: Can you believe that none of my Edinburgh people had even heard of Dr Horrible, never mind seen it? SHOCK AND AWE! So that had to be rectified. Unfortunately, this has probably spoiled Firefly for them, as they had not seen that either, and their first impression of Nathan Fillion will now forever be of him as Captain Hammer. They are never going to be able to take Captain Mal Reynolds seriously, now.

2. Went to see some musics with wrongeyed_jesus and Kapil-from-Edinburgh the other night. There were a lot of obnoxiously trendy hipsterish people there, which is always a little uncomfortable for me. Also, I think everyone except me hated the first guy onstage. I thought his music was sort of relaxing, but apparently some people don't appreciate the joy of repetetive, slightly out-of-tune reverb guitar. I just sat on the floor and entered a sort of calm, meditative state. The band we were actually there to see, Clorinde, turned out to be really pretty good live. Their visual show was far better than the other two bands': one of the songs was accompanied by footage of black-and-white 1920s strippers, and another was clips of cranes. And as any fule kno, I am fond of music that sounds and/or looks like girders, so Clorinde got a a 2/2 on that front.

3. I realise that I listen to way too much Regina Spektor to not own any of her music, so this afternoon I bought "Begin to Hope", which is an excellent album. Although I probably would appreciate it more if I hadn't already heard like ten of the twelve tracks already. I am a little doubtful obout "That Time": is it brilliant or just annoying? I cannot decide. Good use of the Er Hu (okay, I admit it, I couldn't actually remember the name of the instrument, but I could picture it in my head) on "Field Below". Er Hu sticks in my mind because I am 90% certain it's featured prominantly on the soundtrack to Memoirs of a Geisha (a movie about how women are weak and pathetic, and all men are rapists), which is set in Japan, so I remember the presence of the Er Hu (which is CHINESE, YOU MORONS) irritated me somewhat.

4. Did anyone read the new Sophomore Slump, "Junior Jumble"? It is like, the only fanfiction I keep track of any more. I just read fic and del.icio.us it and then forget it entirely, these days.

4.b. ALTHOUGH. I am totally writing a ton right now. I went to the Botanics to lie in the sun today (which, btw, FAIL: the sun went away within five seconds of my arrival) and got started on some SGA fic. It's one of those AUs with a totally ridiculous premise, but I am nonetheless writing it very seriously and without humour, because I am a tool.

5. So, who wants to go see MGMT when they come to London?

 1. So the other night my mother and I went to see Mama Mia, the ABBA movie musical. This is because my cousin is in the chorus rather than any particular interest in ABBA. Unfortunately, although it was actually a totally entertaining movie, I may never find out how it ends, because the film was interrupted by... the cops.

At first, some of the people behind us in the back row were a little rowdy, some hen night kind of thing. But I wasn't exactly going to tell them to can it because a) me telling someone to shut up during a movie would be kind of hypocritical, and b) it's frickin' Mama Mia, a little background noise is not going to spoil the artistic and intellectual experience of watching shirtless, flipper-wearing men linedance to Gimme Gimme Gimme. But after a while people start actually yelling at each other and there are like 50 people standing up to see what's going on. Eventually the cinema staff come in to sort it out, but of course they aren't allowed to touch any customers in case of sexual harrassment lawsuits or whatever. The result is that instead of removing the trouble, there is now an extremely drunk, extremely loud woman standing in the centre aisle, screaming at the top of her voice at an entire theatre of movie goers, and some guy has punched another in the head for, I don't know, singing along, or not singing along, or something. There are about 500 people in the cinema, and understandably very few are now paying attention to Pierce Brosnan's earnest rendition of S.O.S.

After a while of this they switch off the movie and the police come in, but instead of leaving quietly, the various people still yelling at each other refuse to be arrested. In fact, they are literally KICKING AND SCREAMING. I've seen a few people get arrested -- I've seen people, like, curse at their arresting officer, and I've seen a ton of people peacefully resisting arrest at political demos, but I have never seen anyone get carried away kicking and screaming. Wow. It was actually sort of impressive, the fact that they could maintain that level of drunken rage for such a long time.

2. lady_w: I totally read the Edgar van Scyoc thing. AND YOU WERE SO RIGHT, it is awesome. I've not read the first one yet, just the second one, but still. WOW. And also, what a ludicrously esoteric and audience-specific piece of writing! What, 100 people in the entire world are going to understand what the fuck is going on? It's like the most brain-pretzelling metafiction ever, and yet entertaining nonetheless.

3. It was really sunny and gorgeous today. Which is  proof that my life is made of bitter irony, because today is the day that I get sick and don't want to go out. It is kind of difficult to go rollerblading when you have to blow your nose every 30 seconds. 

4. Last night I posted various pictures from Greenland, one of which was an unidentified piece of torn-up metal I saw in a little back-of-beyond museum. Within 2 hours, Tom had identified it as a B-17 Flying Fortress belly turret. WTF, impressive. Apparently his father has a great deal of WWII machinery knowledge? Or something? Anyway: mystery object no longer a mystery!

5. This week's SGA looked, I thought, kind of lame and sci-fi trope-y: someone gets infected with an alien thingie, whatever. As io9.com put it, the only reason to watch is because Jewel Staite is the central actor, and she is made of Win. But! That was before I had seen the totally hilarious trailer on the SGA site. I have probably mentioned this before, but all the Stargate Atlantis trailers are seriously terrible. I thought they were turning over a new leaf when they produced a fairly high-quality teaser for the season opener, but no, they have gone back to the old school. By which I mean, they have cunningly created a trailer so poorly-edited it almost cuts of the ends of some words, and showcases what will probably turn out to be the most melodramatic, terrible acting in the episode. It is all like, HAMMER HORROR, BABY! FWOOM, SWOOSH!  INDETERMINATE PERIL! And then there is some kind of bondage thing with Ronon.

In conclusion: I really wish there was someone in town with whom I could heckle SGA, but unfortunately none of my SGA-tolerant friends are in Glasgow right now. FIE.

Dr Horrible's singalong blog is online! And it is clearly the finest work ever written in the English language. NATHAN FILLION IS A DEMIGOD OF FUNNY! Dr Horrible is the most adorable supervillain ever!

GO WATCH IT NOW! I cannot wait for part 2!

P.S. I am not kidding. It is only 13 minutes long, WATCH IT NOW. If only for the sight of Captain Tightpants posing on top of a moving van while singing about how awesome his hair is. Or for the Bad Horse supervillain song with the cowboys. the Bad Horse song is GENIUS.

P.P.S. Okay, it's all genius, whatever. A million Oscars to Joss Whedon, Nathan Fillion and Neil Patrick Harris. Felicia Day gets an Oscar for having a lovely name, but is not quite awesome enough yet to get one for Awesomeness, like the others. 

P.P.P.S. WONDERFLONIUM: DO NOT BOUNCE.

 

Number of times I can listen to Chaiya Chayia without getting tired of it: Limitless.

People it's okay for me to think are hot because it turns out they are actually older than me: Anna Popplewell. 

Reasons why I am pissed off with the Glasgow IMAX site: It will not allow us to book Dark Knight tickets! Hopefully it won't have sold out by the time one of us has been able to go there and buy them manually.

Go read this interview with Joss Whedon on Gawker.com right now, because it is hilarious. And then read the comments. The writer is clearly one of these people who think (quite rightly) that Joss Whedon should be worshipped as a god. The interview is about Joss' new internet musical (out in three days, all you people who are not up on the geek news), Dr Horrible's Singalong Blog.

Okay, I just found out Merlin has never seen the trailer to it, so that had to be rectified. I mean, singing, dancing Neil Patrick Harris and posing, stupid-costume-wearing Nathan Fillion! It is like geek heaven. (Correction: Joss Whedon's brain is Geek Heaven.)

P.S. Tom, I am totally listening to Regina Spektor live at Sin-E right now. OMG THANK YOU.

1. Went to Jamie and Iain/Alex's flatwarming party in Edinburgh on thursday night. It is a GREAT place, I am so jealous. Location right next to Jamie's theatre so they can just fall out of bed (in Iain's ridiculously trendy pyjamas -- he even wakes up looking like indie rock'n'roll, the fucker) and end up backstage, practically. And the flat is about 10 times the size of anywhere I'm likely to live in in the next decade, if I stay in London. Anyway, excellent party, very laid-back and lacking in hysterical people breaking up with their boyfriends in the bathroom, with many new Edinburgh folks to meet and befriend. Looks like all the alcohol I imbibed over the 2-week cruise period has come to some use in terms of hardening my innards, as I was still able to walk and talk with great poise and style even at 4am, after a bottle of wine and god knows how much tequila, all in 6-inch stilettos. 

Also, a party hardly seems complete unless you wake up to Carl having a breakfast of cigarettes and coke. And hello to sweetmintmojo!  You know, in the case of a lot of my friends, people often ask "How the hell did you guys get together? You have nothing in common!" (like for example... all the people I am living with next year) but with Sweet, clearly the answer is: I am friends with her because she will do impromptu impressions of Joe Flanigan, which will never get old. The latest genius addition to the ouvre is Porn Star Joe Flanigan. ♥

I look forward to more fun times at Casa McSack. 

2. Hancock is not like other films. Not really very blockbustery, despite the fact that it stars Will Smith flying around in a leather catsuit. Strange, epic doomed romance story is offset by potty humour and frequent cursing, and an unexpectedly incredible soundtrack.  Non-superhero movie plot structure, and total lack of epic battle finale scene. Heh? Anyway, the point where it became a film of Stupid Awesome was when Will Smith was drunk-flying around LA with the "MOVE, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY" song in the background as he swerved around buildings and flocks of birds. Remember when everyone was singing that, like, all the time? I've heard it so many times my mind was directly inserting all the bleeped-out words as it played.

3. Am catching up with all Amanda Palmer/Dresden Dolls online stuff I missed while in Greenland. Am of course giong to buy her new solo album when it comes out, but am somewhat bemused by her choice of first single. Astronaut is a fairly good song but she's indie-popped it a little bit for recording, hasn't she? I watched the video on Youtube and it's sort of... uneventful. But then the first Dolls single (and the most hyped, inasmuch as anything Dolls-related is ever hyped) from "Yes, Virginia" was "Sing", the only Dresden Dolls song I have never liked, and I love "Yes, Virginia". So I guess I shall just wait and see.

4. Someone needs to upload the SGA season 4 DVD extras onto youtube, like, NOW. Because it is frustrating having all these internet people being like,"HAHAHA,THE DELETED SCENES ARE SO HILARIOUS" when some of us can't watch them yet.

 I have now seen the Doctor Who season finale episodes. I can't say anything very intelligent yet because of OVERLOAD. It was just TOO MUCH DOCTOR WHO to deal with in one go. And the sheer classic sci-fi cheesiness! The daleks! The incomprehensible technobabble and gadgets! Russell T. Davies just bowed out in an apocalyptic explosion of geekgasm. 

The only problem with it was I watched it with my mother in the room, meaning I couldn't talk. She frowns upon "spoiling the experience" by commenting until the whole thing is over, which leads to a lot of confrontations like this.

ME: ROSE TYLER! ROSE IS ONSCREEN! HELLO BILLIE PIPER!
MUM: Cease your imbicilic commentary!
ME: But, Rose has a big gun! Oh my god! IANTO JONES IN A WAISTCOAT --
MUM: I will kick you out on the kerb, see if I don't. 

It would be far easier to watch it with Tom or wrongeyed_jesus because at least they can accept the fact that shrieking and grabbing is part of my process for viewing anything that a) is Doctor Who or Torchwood-related, b) involves Billie Piper in any capacity, or c) all of the above.

In terms of emotional reaction... well, earlier today I saw Prince Caspian (OH MY GOD BEST FILM EVER... more on that topic at a later juncture), and at the end there was a song by Regina Spektor called The Call, which I personally believe is about the Doctor and Rose. Someone must songvid it immediately so I can watch it and weep.  

I have returned! Here are a couple of photos and my diary from the first few days of the cruise... more coming later after I have watched Doctor Who (CAN. NOT. WAIT.) and, you know, slept. These ones are fairly softcore, as they feature no volcanos, radioactive materials, bullet holes, icebergs or lava pits. 

1. I love "The Empty Child" and "The Doctor Dances" like this much: <----->, possibly more. Definitely my favourite Doctor Who episodes. I just watched them again for the first time since, like, 2006 and you can consider my heart officially melted. The Doctor and Rose (ie. Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper) dancing around the TARDIS to Glenn Miller is one of my favourite screen moments of all time. Also, don't you kind of miss incompetant-yet-charming conman Jack? Makes nice change from emo Torchwood Jack, I think.

Those eps combine my two favourite fictional themes: time travel romance and early 20th century period drama. It's like a magical potion of audiovisual entertainment containing all my favourite delicious ingredients. Billie Piper! Dancing to Glenn Miller!

2. I'm 99% certain I've never posted cute animals on this journal since I started it (when I was what, 14?), but this rule is now going to be broken. Because, baby white tigers. They are all nuzzly and fuzzy! Fuzzly, perhaps?



3. Cory Doctorow has officially been crossed off my Imaginary Cool List as of now. This is because of his incessant BoingBoing posting about copyright law. Clearly it's very important to him, but is the BoingBoing readership really that interested in four posts about the Canadian DMCA every day? I doubt it. I doubt anyone is, apart from maybe copyright lawyers and Cory Doctorow. But pretty much everything else he writes is significantly awesome, which is how I didn't remove him from the aforementioned Cool List earlier on. Speaking of which, does this mean there is a spot open on the imaginary Cool List? It would probably go something like this:

Billie Piper
The Dresden Dolls
Ellen Cushner
Neil Gaiman (who is on everyone's Cool List, but would not be invited to my Imaginary Cool List party because I would be too star-struck.)
And a player to be named later, as a Doctorow-shaped spot has tragically opened up.

4. May have mentioned this before, but I am bitter that there is no UK Wonkette.com alternative. It is kind of unproductive for me to be so obssessed with US election coverage. The closest thing there is are the million sites tracking Boris Johnson's progress, which I haven't been looking at recently since a) depressing, and b) I'm not going to moving back to London till September. Unless Freja gets her way, whereupon I shall move back immediately and be some form of personal entertainer for her (although I draw the line at removing clothing for the cause).

5. So. Getting on the cruise liner tomorrow. I will probably post once or twice from the computer room on the ship. I am going to have exciting adventures! And hopefully everyone onboard will not be dull, middle-class and middle-aged. I am okay with the second two, but dull? Not so much.

1. Went to see Wanted today with sweetmintmojo. Angelina Jolie is scary thin. And it wasn't a very good movie. It was schocky but not schlocky enough, like it was trying to be serious or something, but it was too silly to carry off the seriousness. Afterwards we went to a bookshop and flicked through the original comicbook (N.B. apparently sweetmintmojo's father knows the author, Mark Millar -- WTF? And she lives next to Grant Morrison, it's fucking unfair), and it's kind of... different to the movie. Like, Angelina Jolie's character wears orange flairs and cat ears and there are, like, aliens or something. The movie was more of a straight-up Fight Club/Matrix-style "young man taken from boring desk job and informed ofsexy violent destiny" fantasy. It was all fairly sensible (well, as sensible as a story about a secret cadre of assassins training nerdy accountant James MacAvoy to be a deadly badass in six weeks can be) right up until we are shown the Loom of Fate. Which is a loom that weaves cloth containing super-seekrit instructions -- from "Fate" -- in the form of binary code (WTF?) telling the assassins who to kill next. Also, there was that whole thing where he ( spoilers, I guess, although I don't know why anyone would care ). Once again, WTF? It's all like: sexy danger, sexy danger, "This is your destiny!", badass action montage... VAT OF PEANUT BUTTER. Not a good movie, and certainly doesn't measure up to the genius of Doomsday in the Awesome Terrible Movie stakes.

Anyway, I have a theory regarding the secret cadre of Assassins: it is, in fact, a front for a terrorist training organisation and/or cult. Seriously, it makes sense! They target weak-willed, frustrated office drones like James MacAvoy's character, and feed them some story about how their father was a super-assassin and it's their destiny to follow in their footsteps. They get someone to follow him around and rough him up a little so he thinks some unidentified Enemy is after him. Then, once he's suitable convinced of their "destined to become an assassin" theory, the organisation deprogrammes him by brutalising him repeatedly and telling him his life is a lie, Matrix-style. They make up storied about how Fate instructs them to kill people who would otherwise end up doing Bad Things, like in Minority Report. And voila, you have yourself a person who will kill absolutely anyone you tell him to, without remorse, and if he gets caught he'll just spout shit about a magical loom and how it's his destiny to save the world through multiple homicide. Pretty smart plan, right?

2. Glasgow bookshops have failed me. I tried to find a copy of danibennett and ladyjaida's spiffy-looking debut novel, which came out yesterday and I have been coveting for months. But no! I will have to make do with educational books about Nantucket whaling to read on the cruis. Or, you know, comics about spandex-wearing superheroes vanquishing evil, swearing and gay-marrying one another.

3. So I was on the phone to Freja last night for hours and hours, chit-chattering and giggling like the delightful teenage girls we are, and she said she wanted to get a mention on my LJ (dubious honour though it is). So, hey there Freja! You are quite okay.

4. I came up with an idea of genius (this happens a lot). Tom was watching the first three episodes of Billie Piper/Christopher Eccleston season of Doctor Who, and texting me about the episode with the woman who plays Gwen in Torchwood. Now, I find Gwen annoying. But her character in Doctor Who, Victorian Welsh psychic Gwyneth, was totally awesome! Now, wouldn't it have been so much better if Torchwood had included Gwyneth instead of Gwen?

Think about it! Same shiny-haired actress with adorable Welsh accent, but completely free of her annoying, pining-for-Jack... Gwen-ness. Instead, there would be humerous Victorian/21st century cultural misunderstandings. And a psychic scullery maid is way more interesting than a policewoman with an almost aggressively boring and normal home life. Now I want copperbadge to write this fic, because it would be delightful.

Because I'm tragically obsessed with the sci-fi campfest that is Stargate: Atlantis, I of course read the io9.com review of the s5 season premiere. Unlike with the io9 reviews of Doctor Who (DO NOT CRITICISE BILLIE PIPER!) I basically agreed with all of it, ie. that no one ever dies on Stargate, and so forth. BUT. At the end they are all like, "It should also be exciting to see if they pick up the Teyla/Sheppard love story."

Uh, what was that? Teyla/Sheppard love story? Because...

1. Teyla clearly views all of her teammates as little boys, even though obviously she does love them. Sheppard and McKay spend hours arguing about Batman, and Ronon almost certainly thinks boob jokes are hilarious (Note: they are). Teyla, on the other hand, has led the surviving members of her race to safety from genocide, has a boyfriend, has dealt with the disappearance of said boyfriend with remarkable aplomb, and ( SPOILER CUT. ) The only time Sheppard is serious is when he's, like, expressionlessly disamboweling the enemy, and something tells me that's not exactly a turn-on for most women.

2. Sheppard has the emotional maturity of a 17-year-old boy. He expresses his feelings through monosyllablic grunts and/or chooses to avoid emotional confrontation altogether. His occasional forays into the world of lurve mainly consist of hot women throwing themselves at him, whereupon he looks confused, smirks and/or has sex with them without really meaning to. He is the least likely character on the show to end up in any kind of long-term relationship.

3. SGA is massively blatant about everything. If there were going to to be Sheppard/Teyla makeouts, surely there would be some form of hideously unsubtle foreshadowing-acting from Joe Flanigan, right? I mean, there was that one time when they kissed but Sheppard was all hormonal from being turned into a bug and was literally climbing the walls about five minutes later. Not to mention Teyla's total "Ewwww" look when she pulled away.

4. (Sheppard is gay.)

5. It would mess up the team dynamic. Therefore, no way would Lt. Colonol Leave No Man Behind fuck one of his teammates unless he was fucking all his teammates equally. And I just don't think that the sci-fi channel is there yet. Even Torchwood didn't go that far.

1. Have packed almost all my clothes for the Greenland/Iceland cruise. Am not properly excited about it yet, mainly because I have no idea what it's going to be like. On the one hand, adventures which may or may not involve Panserbjorn and airship chases (I have a realistic outlook on life). On the other hand, evening events where formalwear is obligatory. After seeing me try on my unimpressive ballgown collection (ugh -- if I could, I would wear the same black dress to everything), my mother has become convinced that all the creepy middle-aged men on the cruise are going to be dazzled by my beauty and attempt to woo me. Her maternal love blinds her to harsh, harsh reality, but I guess it's better than her being one of those scary mothers that encourages their teenage daughters to get nose-jobs before college.

2. lady_w, you are reading the Sophomore Slump sequel, right? Did you read the final chapter? It reduced me to the level of a 7-year-old squealing over the adorability of a fluffy bunny rabbit. I think I'm going to read it again right now and be all like, "Aaaaaawwwwwww!"

3. Ordinarily the episodes of TV I rewatch are the frivolous ones, while the serious episodes I watch once and then attempt to forget because I don't like emotional trauma spoiling my escapist fiction. However, despite the fact that last week's Doctor Who was really very dark, I am totally going to watch it again, because wow. I am a sucker for dystopic what if... scenarios. The thing is, it's the sort of episode that would otherwise inspire a great deal of high-quality fanfiction, but unfortunately I am sure that it will be quickly overshadowed by whatever happens in the finale. Bah.

4. Yesterday my mother asked me if I was still writing. I am pretty sure she uses this as some kind of barometer of my mental state: if I'm not giggling over my who-cares-if-it's-terrible fanfiction or attempting to write the great unAmerican novel, it is time to call in the men in white coats. Anyway, she asked what I was "working on" (ahahaha), and I was all like, "A book about the Nantucket whaling industry!" Which understandably produced a somewhat 0_o response from her. Ordinarily the answer is more along the lines of "It's political space melodrama, with witches!" or "These two guys, right? By day, dance instructors. By night, they fight crime... with magic!" (Note: none of these were ever the outline of any of my failed writing projects. But now I think about it...)

Little did she know that one of the Nantucket whalers is a gay elf.*

*Okay, I kid. Or not.

5. Someone had better go see Wanted with me on Wednesday, because I will be bitter if everyone else gets to see it but me. Just sayin'. Looks like some quality blockbuster artistry. Unlike the trailer for the third Mummy movie (Why? Why?), which looks completely indistinguishable from the first two.

6. So my brother is started to get on my nerves again. Like for example, he insists on singing along with Cyndi Lauper even though he doesn't know the words. And he had to watch Footloose with speakers instead of earphones. Look, I enjoy the beautiful strains of the Footloose as a background to my day as much as the next person (unless the next person is my brother, oh my god), but you've seen it like fifteen times already. Does it need to be in surround sound every time? Also, stop borrowing my graphic novels and bending the spines back and spilling food all over them, jesus. /whining

7. They are doing Bard in the Botanics again this year! I am so there. Much Ado About Nothing, whoo!

DOCTOR WHO!!!!!!!!!
BEST EPISODE EVER!!!
BILLIE PIPER!!!!!!!

You hear that sound? No? Well, that's because my shrieks of geek joy are too high-pitched for the human ear to handle.

My mother just pointed out that I don't get to see the final two episodes (Ianto! And Rose! IN THE SAME EPISODE! If they exchange even one word I will be happy.) till July 10th because we are going to be in Greenland. Well, that totally sucks. But on the positive side, I am going to be in the motherfucking ARCTIC CIRCLE. On a cruise!

Things that made Doctor Who awesome:
Billie Piper.
Wine.
Things that I cannot talk about because they are spoilers.

In conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I forgot that SGA wasn't a show like Battlestar Galactica or whatever where spoilers are hoarded like gold-dust. Of course teh season premier has leaked onto the internet two weeks before the air date. And now I am going to watch it! Because I need some moronic joy in my life today.

( Spoiler cut for the season 5 premier, obviously. )

So, all-in-all a pretty brilliant episode, right? Surprisingly so, for SGA. It was like a proper TV show! Which means either season 5 is going to be about a million times better than the past four seasons (not that I care, because even when it's terribly, which it frequently is, it is terribly in an awesome way), or the season premier is one of the three or four genuinely good episodes they allow themselves per year. ;)