Firstly - I demand and insist upon a new Franz Ferdinand album by the end of the year. Kaiser Chiefs have obeyed me, Modest Mouse has delivered a delightful (if unexpectedly adored) gift, and now it's your turn lads. Alex? Nick? Bob? Paul? I know you're in that Top Seekrit Farmhouse/Recording Studio I can hear you shagging, taunt us with some adorable music videos (or more
random pictures, whatever works).
Secondly - This week I am only putting one (1) sugar in my coffee. Perhaps it will make me more coherant.
Thirdly - I started the Vegas fic. And the Cliche May fic. Snip of dialogue from the latter:
"Why did no one tell me I don't have any eyebrows?"
"You certainly do now."
Fourthly - Hot Fuzz was just as funny the second time through.
Fifthly - From the wonderful world of macros
this cracks me up far and away more than it should.