Go tell yourself that I'm long gone, 'cause here is what I'll do.
1) I <3 Seth Lakeman's music. A lot.
He apparently does fiddle-offs with his brother that are mindblowing. I've yet to find one on youtube, though I hold out hope. In the meantime, have another hit of Lakeman. Boyfriend is literally steaming as he plays, and you need to watch to the very end to see just how good he really is at working that fiddle. And that was totally dirtier than I think I mean. Emphasis on think.
...just press play, dammit.
2) Reading the latest of the Skulduggery Pleasant books: "Mortal Coil". I've caught quotes from Monty Python, and "The Princess Bride" amidst sword fighting, skeletons in fedoras, magic, and banter. Derek Landy, you are my hero and as such are entitled to my firstborn. Congratulations.
Flist? Please note the new 'i'm gonna need another firstborn' tag, designed for situations such as these. It's warranted, seeing how many people I currently either owe or have offered dibs on firstborns to.
3) My books have started piling up again. They're on the floor in my bookcase corner, and stacking there more quickly and higher than I'd like. There's also a small colony on one of my dressers that I think is beginning to breed. I may in fact end up drowning in books, as I lack the space for another bookcase.
(One would think that three -- yes, three -- would suffice, but apparently not.)
Now, how much work do you think it would take to convert one of my closets into a bigass bookcase? Even better question: would that actually be enough room?
4) I finally finished a favour for xenokattz that she called in a long time ago and was way overdue on my part. This means Bond, Bourne, and LeBeau get to come out tonight. If I don't make it out of that alive, tell Cillian Murphy Joseph Gordon-Levitt my family I died for a good cause.
Click to viewHe apparently does fiddle-offs with his brother that are mindblowing. I've yet to find one on youtube, though I hold out hope. In the meantime, have another hit of Lakeman. Boyfriend is literally steaming as he plays, and you need to watch to the very end to see just how good he really is at working that fiddle. And that was totally dirtier than I think I mean. Emphasis on think.
...just press play, dammit.
2) Reading the latest of the Skulduggery Pleasant books: "Mortal Coil". I've caught quotes from Monty Python, and "The Princess Bride" amidst sword fighting, skeletons in fedoras, magic, and banter. Derek Landy, you are my hero and as such are entitled to my firstborn. Congratulations.
Flist? Please note the new 'i'm gonna need another firstborn' tag, designed for situations such as these. It's warranted, seeing how many people I currently either owe or have offered dibs on firstborns to.
3) My books have started piling up again. They're on the floor in my bookcase corner, and stacking there more quickly and higher than I'd like. There's also a small colony on one of my dressers that I think is beginning to breed. I may in fact end up drowning in books, as I lack the space for another bookcase.
(One would think that three -- yes, three -- would suffice, but apparently not.)
Now, how much work do you think it would take to convert one of my closets into a bigass bookcase? Even better question: would that actually be enough room?
4) I finally finished a favour for xenokattz that she called in a long time ago and was way overdue on my part. This means Bond, Bourne, and LeBeau get to come out tonight. If I don't make it out of that alive, tell Cillian Murphy Joseph Gordon-Levitt my family I died for a good cause.