(I'm trying something new: instead of spamming eighty gafrillion times a day, I'm just going to add onto one post whenever the mood strikes and then post everything at once.
I predict it will last approximately two hours.)
FYI: Dylan Moran's the most terrific drunkard I've seen since I moved out of the dorms.
( Britcoms are the new crack )ALSO. I heart Jessica Stevenson. A lot.
Hahahaha "I ate all your bees!" I love
Black Books. Oh Manny. Oh massive crush on Bernard Black, the filth wizard.
WHAT. THERE'S
AN ALAN PARTRIDGE MOVIE COMING SOON? HURRAH!
AND
HOT FUZZ IS THE ULTIMATE FANDOM CROSSOVER. I CANNOT WAIT.
Oh! And Coogan has a new show airing soon? Called
Saxondale? Has anyone heard anything about this?
I MUST HAVE IT.Um. V. v. bored. Am reading v. good
Star Wars fic (pre-Episode II) during breaks at work. Anakin is properly annoying and conflicted, without drifting into whiny bitch mode. Obi-Wan is lovely and very Ewan-tastic. The plot hasn't even really started to gel, but I like it muchly.
Which reminds me, last night, I had the strangest desire to watch Episode I (I blame
Peter Serafinowicz) but I couldn't find my copy of it. Which is bizarre, because I own no less than two copies of that piece of crap. Maybe I burned them in a Bonfire of Crap and then blocked the memory. Man. That sucks. The pod race is my tried and true non-medicinal method for falling asleep -- it's better than warm milk! In fact, I don't think I've seen the movie the whole way through since the first time I saw it in the theater. Just the sound of pod engines is enough to make me start snoring.
(So. Yeah. The making-just-one-post lasted all of four hours. Sigh. This constant spammage wouldn't be so bad if I actually had something to say, but alas. ALAS.)
Um. I can still
interview more people!pee ess: I hate when coworkers make long insanely boring personal phone calls. Lots of them. Right next to me. And they have to repeat every other sentence like nine times. And they make these horrible guttural noises of disgust in the back of their throat to anything said by the other person. OMFG. That's what non-work time is for, people. Stop making me hear about your cat and your sister and your mother-in-law and the repairman and ARGH.