Look at that, I'M ONLINE. And I'm going to stop moaning for a while as I'm here.
I dreamt about zombies this morning. It was a very short dream as I got woken up again by my phone, but it managed to pack in a Northern countryside, John Simm, my old scary PE teacher and zombies. Excellent. Very Shaun of the Dead. Although apparently you could become immune by having an uninfected person bite you beforehand. I don't think that's a logical solution.
Subconscious is obviously in one of its cinematic moods, because it was alien body snatchers on Sunday. And Nick McCarthy was a victim, oh noes.
In FANGIRL!News, Hut 33 is definitely returning, it's got dates now and everything. So with any luck, if I can get tickets again, March might get some Bobbeh2 action in and all. EXPECT SQUEEAGE.
Now I've found my old
Sega Megadrive so I'm going to see if I can get it working with the new TV. I know, I've missed out on all the Playstation Wii Box malarkey. I'm playing on a console from 1991. 16 Bit, LOL. Retro.