You know I didn't really like James/Jeremy that much...
Until I saw them racing old communist cars. They're like two kids in an amusement park playing bumper cars. Except one of said boys has an AK-47. *shakes head* They really are good mates.
I cannot adore James more than I do. If I ever marry, (that is, if I ever marry a man) I want that man to be like James. Cool, dignified, good taste in wine and in the arts. And absolutely, wonderfully fun and snarky. *is in love*
Two things have made my night complete. Strangers with Candy was on earlier (the show, not the movie) and I got to see a young!Paul Dinello AND a young!Stephen Colbert cry. Oh, it should not give me as much pleasure as it does.
And, I saw two cars race around the indoors of a shopping mall. Possibly the greatest thing ever. I want their job. I'm convinced Richard was driving the other car. No way he passed that up. And did I mention that there was Bach? THERE WAS BACH! I LOVE THIS SHOW!
I've also gone and done a stupid, daft thing. I signed up for j2_everafter. It's not my fault. Torchwood made me do it. I was thinking about the prompt Something Wicked this way Comes, and they had a show about evil carnivals. It was like a sign! I had to obey.
Still haven't packed. Am downloading more Top Gear. Matrix!James is being a bitch and won't talk correctly. *harrumphs* Clearly watching more of the show will help.
ETA: Jeremy Clarkson flirts with everything that moves. I mean, Boris? Boris? And his (Jeremy's, I mean) wife has an awesome car, if James is to be believed.
I've got to stop getting obsessed with middle-aged men. I blame my mother. Or perhaps Jon Stewart.
I cannot adore James more than I do. If I ever marry, (that is, if I ever marry a man) I want that man to be like James. Cool, dignified, good taste in wine and in the arts. And absolutely, wonderfully fun and snarky. *is in love*
Two things have made my night complete. Strangers with Candy was on earlier (the show, not the movie) and I got to see a young!Paul Dinello AND a young!Stephen Colbert cry. Oh, it should not give me as much pleasure as it does.
And, I saw two cars race around the indoors of a shopping mall. Possibly the greatest thing ever. I want their job. I'm convinced Richard was driving the other car. No way he passed that up. And did I mention that there was Bach? THERE WAS BACH! I LOVE THIS SHOW!
I've also gone and done a stupid, daft thing. I signed up for j2_everafter. It's not my fault. Torchwood made me do it. I was thinking about the prompt Something Wicked this way Comes, and they had a show about evil carnivals. It was like a sign! I had to obey.
Still haven't packed. Am downloading more Top Gear. Matrix!James is being a bitch and won't talk correctly. *harrumphs* Clearly watching more of the show will help.
ETA: Jeremy Clarkson flirts with everything that moves. I mean, Boris? Boris? And his (Jeremy's, I mean) wife has an awesome car, if James is to be believed.
I've got to stop getting obsessed with middle-aged men. I blame my mother. Or perhaps Jon Stewart.