So let's say that tomorrow morning the TARDIS appears in your front room/yard/whatever and the Doctor (who is whichever Doctor you like most) comes out and tells you he'll take you wherever and whenever you like as long as it's going back in human history. Because he needs to do it for plot-related reasons. It's a Christmas special or something. ( Read more... )

I have this baffling tendency to go into England matches thinking "lol they're going to be shit" and when they inevitably are shit I'm all disappointed. IDEK. The Germans played wonderfully though, and they don't even have anyone I hate since Ballack's not in it so I wouldn't mind them continuing to do well. Obviously Lampard's disallowed goal was ( Read more... )

Bleh, I knew that me supporting the Dutch would jinx them. Awful way for Edwin to go out of international football though. =( (Still, the Russians are teeny and adorable and totally deserved that win.) I don't even know who I'm going to cheer for now; I'd go for Germany except my unreasonable hatred of Michael Ballack might get in the way of that. ( Read more... )

My thing for footballers and their kids continues to be pathetic.

Still. So much cute! *flails at them* I love her oversized Oranje shirt :DD And how his teammate apparently agrees with me.

ETA: I Has a TARDIS loves the giant squids.

I am making bread! I've never made bread before! Exciting. (And it's supposed to be pretty easy bread so hopefully there won't be any disasters. It's meant to be rising now. Whether this actually happens remains to be seen. And I'm not going to let myself obsessively check it every five minutes. I am going to LEAVE IT ALONE as long as I remember to ( Read more... )

( This is entirely Uko's fault. )

God, fandom drives me crazy sometimes. I'm really not going to go into details about this, because a) I refuse to get into a fight about it and b) I'm a lazy bitch, but certain people really seem to have no concept of the idea that sometimes writers do bad things to their characters because it's INTERESTING. (And of course the argument is "WELL ( Read more... )

Holy crap, well done Poland! Beating Brazil with ten men. Fucking hell.

(Was rather baffled when that one Polish player was sent off; I didn't realise that it was his second yellow card or see the red, so I was just sat there wondering why on earth the poor boy was walking off in tears over a caution ( Read more... )

I still want John Simm. Like, now. (Christ, man. Two series of Life on Mars and I hadn't a clue! WHERE WERE YOU HIDING THIS, SIR? Which is not to say that I didn't love Sam, because I adored him. I just didn't want to sex him.)

I would say more but then I'd need a spoiler cut and I hate having cuts when it's only for a few flaily sentences about ( Read more... )

( Brief spoilers. Lots of capslock, no critical thought whatsoever because I'm on an overload of squee today. You have been warned. )