I'm a bit grouchy today because I stayed up really late last night obsessively reading the blog of an evangelical Christian right-wing anti-abortionist with mysogynist tendencies and homophobic and Islamophobic leanings. Yeah, I don't know why either. I obviously just like mentally poisoning myself. I won't go into how I ended up in this position, ( Read more... )

"I want to go back to being weird. I like weird. Weird is all I've got -- that and my sweet style ( Read more... )

I'm really tired this evening. Can't be bothered sentences ( Read more... )

After a consistently fluffy and cheerful few weeks, I suddenly find myself attacked by a black floating misery and an absolute bone-deep, all-encompassing, sick-and-tiredness of every damn thing in this appalling, godforsaken universe. This is ( Read more... )

So, I did the LJ strike, did you notice? It was partly just to see how staying away from LJ for 24 hours would affect my astounding lack of productivity. Turns out... not so much. I just hung out on the rest of the internets instead ( Read more... )

If you have access to BBC3 and didn't catch it first time round, I do recommend Being Human, a one-off drama about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost who end up sharing a flat. It's smart, funny, well-written, well-acted television, and it's repeated tonight on that channel at 10pm. It's also on BBC iPlayer, if you're in the UK. I really hope it ( Read more... )

I am watching the Big Fat Anniversary Quiz thing, and I would like to say that Richard Ayoade and David Mitchell are the new Goth Detectives, at least until the old Goth Detectives return after Christmas, and that Richard Ayoade is my new favourite and I see from Wikipedia that he 'studied', although who knows what that means, in Ipswich, which is ( Read more... )

Overheard at work yesterday ( Read more... )

Just a Minute is one of my favourite things. This documentary about the programme, however, is proving virtually unwatchable. I mean, it's got some great bits of stuff in it, like footage of the late lamented Linda Smith (albeit much of that being of her asleep on a train), and Clement Freud damning poor Nicholas Parsons with faint praise, but ( Read more... )

Well. Toilet Tank of Death is, touch wood, fixed, for the moment at least. Landlord has been spoken to about all the things that landlords need speaking to about ( Read more... )