Now that I've caught up on this week's TV, I have one thing to say: it's a sad and strange day when the start of SPN's new season blows the Who finale out of the water on my squee meter.

Someone wake me up when Moffat steps down please.

I should probably do myself a favour and stop watching the Sarah Jane Adventures before I blow a bloodvessel or break my monitor out of sheer irritation. So they should stop having fucking awesome guest stars that force me to fucking watch it. Grr, arrgh, grump, piss, moan ( Read more... )

( In which I whine about the weather some more. Includes brief chatlog extract. )

Two things - firstly, what the fuck's the weather playing at? I spend the entire summer gleeful because it rained and I didn't keel over with heat delirium even once - and now, when it's supposed to be fucking AUTUMN, I'm unable to take the dogs for a short walk without having to dive into a cold bath and feed Spike ice cubes as soon as I come home ( Read more... )

( Notes to Selves )

Reasons why I hate summer that have nothing to do with bitching about excess heat ( Read more... )