Six degrees of Kevin Bacon. Or is that just one?
The clashing of my fandoms, it amuses me. *g*
I'm guessing you've all seen the spoilery Torchwood pictures? I must admit that when I woke up this morning, it being Monday and all, I got rather annoyed by how few actually acknowledged the 'spoiler' part, but after a nap and some coffee I've decided to focus more on the squee and the pretty. No use anyway is it, being grouchy once it's done. And the pretty, it is pretty indeed. And very very hot. *fans self* 10 days now. Wheee! *bounces*
Another rather amusing clash of fandoms is the movie P.S. I Love You where we have the Buffy fandom on one hand squeeing over James Marsters and the SPN fandom fanning over Jeffrey Dean Morgan. How lucky we are who are in both and so get double pleasure. *g* If it ever gets its ass over here, that is.
I took a nap this morning after taking the kids to school/kg and had one of these dreams where you're pretty certain you're dreaming but when you try to wake up you can't and so conclude that you're probably awake after all. I did find it rather weird thought to wake up in a strange apartment that apparently was inhabited by Shrek and his little green son. Weird but not impossible. So I got ready for work and then suddenly fell ill, fainted, and hubby had to take me to the hospital but we got delayed because the kids went missing and then I woke up for real this time when my alarm went off. The latter part of the dream I contributed to the fact that I'd rather have to be hospitalized than go to work. Which, again it being a Monday, sounds just about right.
Five minutes and I'm out of here. *eats chocolate*
I'm guessing you've all seen the spoilery Torchwood pictures? I must admit that when I woke up this morning, it being Monday and all, I got rather annoyed by how few actually acknowledged the 'spoiler' part, but after a nap and some coffee I've decided to focus more on the squee and the pretty. No use anyway is it, being grouchy once it's done. And the pretty, it is pretty indeed. And very very hot. *fans self* 10 days now. Wheee! *bounces*
Another rather amusing clash of fandoms is the movie P.S. I Love You where we have the Buffy fandom on one hand squeeing over James Marsters and the SPN fandom fanning over Jeffrey Dean Morgan. How lucky we are who are in both and so get double pleasure. *g* If it ever gets its ass over here, that is.
I took a nap this morning after taking the kids to school/kg and had one of these dreams where you're pretty certain you're dreaming but when you try to wake up you can't and so conclude that you're probably awake after all. I did find it rather weird thought to wake up in a strange apartment that apparently was inhabited by Shrek and his little green son. Weird but not impossible. So I got ready for work and then suddenly fell ill, fainted, and hubby had to take me to the hospital but we got delayed because the kids went missing and then I woke up for real this time when my alarm went off. The latter part of the dream I contributed to the fact that I'd rather have to be hospitalized than go to work. Which, again it being a Monday, sounds just about right.
Five minutes and I'm out of here. *eats chocolate*