It's raining, and I am in bed ( Read more... )

I have post-visitor depression! :(

Come baaaaaack, Lara and Lewiiiiiiiii!

Today we were waiting in the chemist and a smelly man sat down next to me and tried to start conversation about decorating cakes. Circe distracted me with a Realtor magazine and we went through pointing at houses and saying things like "Briar Rose!" "Zomg Cherry Orchard Lane!" and "Hey that actually looks like Vic Lane!" and other similar things ( Read more... )

Most of my flist is talking about Heath Ledger, and the absolutey fury that is the Westboro Baptist Church.

Things people do to religion... it's all such bullshitOf course... that it takes an actor's death to make everybody furious about the fucked up things people do in the name of religion and not, you know, daily genocide, that kind of says ( Read more... )

I've started knitting again, it's theraputic and pretty making, and you can do it in front of the TV, where, let's face it, I spend a lot of time. Jen's acquired Flight of the Concords and me and Circe are almost through watching it, we've converted Sequoia to the ways of the Boosh, we'll be moving onto Spaced next. Yes, British (and NZ) comedy is ( Read more... )