I really ought to be better about updating, but I don't suspect many people are following too closely unless I've posted anything substantial ( Read more... )

I've recently taken up the task of going back to visit the original BJD columns, and life is beautiful again, because I've remembered how to laugh. God, marry me, Helen Fielding. I used to want to make a t-shirt with "F*ck me, I love Keats" on it; I'd do one with "F*ck me, I love Helen Fielding," but it hasn't got quite the same ring to it ( Read more... )

On my way home from the pet store the other day,I happened to hear the version of "Can't we Try" done as a duette by Raquel and Collage in the 90's, and, not surprisingly, I instantly thought of Mark and Bridget. ('Well, that's just because *everything* somehow reminds you of Mark and Bridget', you're probably thinking. I'm not in a position to ( Read more... )

Yesterday I stumbled across about lucid dreaming and was particularly intrigued by the supposed smartphone apps that are said to be aids to lucid dreaming. For some reason, I had a sudden flash of Sherlock experimenting with one of these aps on an iPhone, using John as a testcase just for the fun of it, or perhaps in connection with a mysterious ( Read more... )