I don't actually have very much to say. This may because words are deciding to run away and cackle meanly from behind fences. Also because the bits of my brain that are doing words at the moment are mostly gleeing over the gorgeous, lush, silly language-fest that is The Persuaders.
(Seriously, slash fans who haven't seen this show? You are missing out.)
Okay, so, I managed when the Judge stops them hating each other with a "you two are both awesome and should clearly be in love and fight crime!" I flailed but was otherwise unharmed when, ten minutes later, Brett and Danny are discussing how Danny should totally buy Brett lingerie, and Brett's giggling and holding a pelisse or something up to himself and going "In blue!" The whole thing where Brett stops snogging Joan Collins because "I should go and check on Danny" and Joan somehow then gets the idea that both of them are Otherwise Engaged could have any number of totally not-gay explanations.
However, I just saw the seventh episode in which Brett and Danny are pretending not to know ach other and Danny went "I'm Danny Wilde and you're very cute!" to this girl, and then goes "You're cute yourself!" to Brett and Brett just coughed embarassedly and said "Ahem, cut it out" and Danny is completely ignoring the girl in order to make Brett confess his lordliness and asking whether he should curtsey and they're about two centimetres from each other and I may never be the same again.
Seriously. And apparently it was originally marketed as a manly, heterosexual show. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? HOW IS THIS SHOW NOT THE BIBLE OF SLASH FANS EVERYWHERE? WHY ARE MORE PEOPLE NOT WRITING FIC ABOUT THIS? AND HOW DID ANYTHING EVER GET THIS GAY WITHOUT ANYBODY APPARENTLY NOTICING?! HOW?!
And yet I am so very glad that it did. It is Teh Happy. It's just... there are some things that find the happy place, and this show apparently, for me, is all of them. :D!
I sincerely believe that if people are ever going to stop mindlessly treating others like shit, we need to actively encourage the use of the imagination as a tool. It's with that in mind that I point you all to
If Iran Were America (And We Were Iran): A Timeline, which is, as it says, an attempt to explain to Americans what life might look like from the other side of the Axis of Evil. It's not perfect, but it's a start, and just... yeah. It's what the world needs more of.
Speaking of which, I would also like to register my support of the word
ginormous.
And now I have to go and finish packing, track down my toothbrush, wrestle it into submission, pick which books I want to read on the train, and then chase my toothbrush again once it escapes and makes its way to the top of my wardrobe. I shall be back on Monday. Mwah.