-Grabbed Broadchurch but am failing at gathering the arse to watch it. I know what happened the last time I gave the Dave+Chinballs combo a chance. It wasn't pretty. Is everybody talking about who they are and what their motivations are again or something? Is Dave playing yet another haughty and cold and frowny cunt? (Is it some fetish of his, because he's like the nicest guy on the planet and he wants to escape that or something? I'm always baffled at how certain shows can make *him* of all people unattractive, which you wouldn't think was possible.)
-OH GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR FOR
blazingskies' WEDDING I AM NOT GOOD WITH THESE THINGS AND ALL THE SHOPS ARE FULL OF AWFUL PASTEL THINGS SINCE THE SPRING SEASON JUST STARTED OH GOD
-Throat still sore as hell. I still don't know whether to be all "heh, skillz" or "oh god, I am going to die" about this thing.
And here's your obligatory daily wail of how this motherfucker is ruining my entire life with his evil eyes. Even when he's wearing silly bow ties. Click through for HQ at your own risk. Because, you know, eyes.
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(Oh, to have a TARDIS to go and attend that signing. Except I probably would've just asked him to sign inappropriate parts of my anatomy or something.)