Rule: EVERYTHING can be improved by the addition of zombies.
So I finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince last night. It is currently in the hands of ghymoreids_mum, most likely to be followed by laxativecookies's Dad and his Spousal Unit next week. (Have I mentioned on here that I'm heading down to Victoria next week to spend a week relaxing in the spa country and attending the Glenlyon Food & Wine festival on the 31st? No? Oh, well, I am. I fly out at some ungodly hour of the morning next Monday. And I hope to catch up with drjon while I'm down there. *stern looks in his direction*)
Took the lovely Sara to angie78 and stimpuppet's engagement party on Saturday night; she now insists on referring to herself as the "Lord High Substitute", yet still doesn't get it when I point out that despite the fact that her heels were high she's still significantly shorter than shkibr (who was hilariously forced to duck to cross the room due to low-hanging ceiling beams - sometimes it's good to be titchy), to whom we owe enormous thanks for our ride home at the end of the evening. *innocent look* Many thanks to catdraco for the invitation to return to her and captainflux's (and to the boi himself for expanding my insulting sign language vocabulary), but Sara had the only set of keys and she seemed somewhat determined to stay ...
Rehearsals Sunday mostly spent working out how exactly to achieve the effect of cutting people's (query apostrophe placement) hands off on stage, in between enlightening dragarnuss's flatmate on the finer points of Hammer Horror films vis: not showing the audience everything and letting their own imaginations do all the filling in. (See also: Reservoir Dogs, Stuck In The Middle With You.)
Am absolutely not going to say a damn thing about any of the houses galaticchick and I looked at today. So there, fates. :P
Took the lovely Sara to angie78 and stimpuppet's engagement party on Saturday night; she now insists on referring to herself as the "Lord High Substitute", yet still doesn't get it when I point out that despite the fact that her heels were high she's still significantly shorter than shkibr (who was hilariously forced to duck to cross the room due to low-hanging ceiling beams - sometimes it's good to be titchy), to whom we owe enormous thanks for our ride home at the end of the evening. *innocent look* Many thanks to catdraco for the invitation to return to her and captainflux's (and to the boi himself for expanding my insulting sign language vocabulary), but Sara had the only set of keys and she seemed somewhat determined to stay ...
Rehearsals Sunday mostly spent working out how exactly to achieve the effect of cutting people's (query apostrophe placement) hands off on stage, in between enlightening dragarnuss's flatmate on the finer points of Hammer Horror films vis: not showing the audience everything and letting their own imaginations do all the filling in. (See also: Reservoir Dogs, Stuck In The Middle With You.)
Am absolutely not going to say a damn thing about any of the houses galaticchick and I looked at today. So there, fates. :P