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Let’s wander, till the fuckers demand an encore
Longtime denizens of this blog may remember the supermarket seed promotion thingy a couple of years back, with the magical compressed soil, which gave me one vigorous viola plant and a couple of leggy vegetables which subsequently fell over and died. Not so the viola, which grew happy faces madly all that year, and died back that winter only to ( Read more... ) -
Chewie, we're home.
Saw Force Awakens yesterday. Three things. Non-spoilery things.
- That was Star Wars. That felt like Star Wars. That was, in fact, so much like Star Wars it was almost comical. It's like JJ took a judicious sampler of the most Star Warsy character archetypes, tropes, plot points, flavours, conflicts, visual cues, scenes and confrontations from the ( Read more... )
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that's why we only work when we need the money
This house smells of cake. Lots of cake. Really rather a lot of different cake, because I am (finally!) having a housewarming tomorrow, and the exigencies of space being what they are, have advertised myself as being At Home to visitors from 2 to 7pm, drop by when convenient, tea and cake if afternoon, booze if evening. This morning was very full ( Read more... ) -
We Can Do It!
It may have come to the attention of my more alert and observant readers that I am a happy, geeky bookworm and have quite a lot of books. Really, rather a lot. Enough that, despite the fact that I moved into this house with eight tall bookshelves courtesy of a munificent Evil Landlord and subsequently imported another courtesy of Pam, I still had ( Read more... ) -
a pretty boy in his underwear
Warning: if you follow this link you will end up playing 2048 with Chris Evanses until (a) Chris Evans has lost all meaning, (b) life has lost all meaning, and (c) you are curiously soothed and in something approximating a Zen state. I recommend it.
On a related note, I also recommend the new Captain America, which is the Winter Soldier one, and ( Read more... ) -
a new Super-Spon Reversal Senna-pod twelve horse power convertible
Today I did verily sign my life away, or at least great financial tracts of it, as a result of which I have a New Car. She is cute. And new. She has all mod cons, like a driver's door which actually opens from the inside. And she's cute. And shiny. And new. With the new car smell. I keep having to go out into the front garden to pat her bonnet and ( Read more... )
