Am watching BBC's Jane Eyre. I still think it's gratuitous wish fulfilling with a bit of angst for self-righteousness's sake but I cannot look away and when did I ever say no. Except to write this entry. Yes they just had the fire in Rochester's pants. I mean bed.

OH ok. I'm watching this because I can't have Michael Fassbender and I was watching ( Read more... )

Ok so I'm back. It's been two days so I now feel good enough about posting my incomparable enthusiasm for Barca and my sorrow over Diana Wynne Jones's death. Here goes:

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I don't want to read the Millennium Trilogy. My survival instincts are screaming no, two-tree weeks after the Swedish movies (watched during Christmas; ideal time). Not that I won't be watching the Fischer versions--for all that Hollywood insists on crapping all over awesome books. It's David Fincher of Fight club fame one of my definite favourite ( Read more... )

I've finished Dorothy Dunnett's The Lymond Chronicles books 1,2,4-6. It's taken me less than two weeks but I have shirked from every other responsibility/duty/social grace to do so and I have no regrets. Now I am-- I thought I was emotionally drained yet devastated is the word I'm looking for. I'm very much conscious of the fact that as a hero F. C ( Read more... )