Posting for the sake of posting is still posting. IT SO IS.
I have, quite honestly, nothing of interest to write about. Nada. Zilch. It's never stopped me before, but... oh! I know. In lieu of interesting, let me recap the weirder dreams my subconscious has treated me to lately:
- I was a hermaphrodite (which, I know, isn't biologically possible, but it was a dream, 'kay? 'Kay.). I had a girlfriend (sorta) who later reminded me of Kristen Bell (Dream!Me is a lucky, lucky... unspecified sex). I retained my gender, but... yeah. Had this... thing between my legs, and to get it to work (me and not!Kristen Bell hired a caravan in a park to try teh secks) I had to inject this blueish liquid into my thigh. The whole dream was very unsettling, actually.
- I won $150,000,000 in the pokies, all of which was given to me in coins.
- I tried to steal the remote from my brother, Turk from Scrubs and geldfuss, who were all on a couch, watching the news. I wanted to watch old cartoons. The Janitor (also from Scrubs) appeared and tried to take custody of a kid that was, apparently, mine.
- I was in an arts & craft class with this guy (reminds me a bit of David Anders, and may I just take a moment to applaud my subconscious for its excellent taste in pretty people? *claps heartedly*) who, for some reason, I'd had all these wicked tension-filled interactions with, and he was assigned to help me with a stuffed teddy the shape of a moose, while I'd totally forgotten what to do with it, so he was all nice and helped out, inspite of the tension between us. Also, he was dreamy. In an intense way. Which, really, is the very best way to be dreamy, don'tcha think?
- Ghost!mobsters tried to steal a rickety old house that belonged to no one. I stopped them, but not before the house came crashing down (I wasn't hurt, though). The council wanted to turn the remaining land into a swimming pool, but I petitioned them into making it a rollerskating rink. Not sure if I was successful.
And you know what the crazy thing is? All but the first dream I had in one night.
On a completely different topic, y'know what I like? British TV. Never did like it before, but I'm all about the UKTV lately. Mind you, not all of it. Actually... well, pretty much only Doctor Who and Life on Mars so far (except for the unfortunate incident when I watched a bit of Coronation Street, oh! And my new fondness for The Weakest Link), but I want more! More, I tells ya! And if it has John Simm or David Tennant in it, all the better. Thank god UKTV is showing Casanova at the end of September. Oh, David Tennant. Must I love you so?
Anyhoo, point is, if you know of any good British TV serials (even ones without time travel) that you think I might like, recommend away! Please and thank you. *smiles*
- D.
- I was a hermaphrodite (which, I know, isn't biologically possible, but it was a dream, 'kay? 'Kay.). I had a girlfriend (sorta) who later reminded me of Kristen Bell (Dream!Me is a lucky, lucky... unspecified sex). I retained my gender, but... yeah. Had this... thing between my legs, and to get it to work (me and not!Kristen Bell hired a caravan in a park to try teh secks) I had to inject this blueish liquid into my thigh. The whole dream was very unsettling, actually.
- I won $150,000,000 in the pokies, all of which was given to me in coins.
- I tried to steal the remote from my brother, Turk from Scrubs and geldfuss, who were all on a couch, watching the news. I wanted to watch old cartoons. The Janitor (also from Scrubs) appeared and tried to take custody of a kid that was, apparently, mine.
- I was in an arts & craft class with this guy (reminds me a bit of David Anders, and may I just take a moment to applaud my subconscious for its excellent taste in pretty people? *claps heartedly*) who, for some reason, I'd had all these wicked tension-filled interactions with, and he was assigned to help me with a stuffed teddy the shape of a moose, while I'd totally forgotten what to do with it, so he was all nice and helped out, inspite of the tension between us. Also, he was dreamy. In an intense way. Which, really, is the very best way to be dreamy, don'tcha think?
- Ghost!mobsters tried to steal a rickety old house that belonged to no one. I stopped them, but not before the house came crashing down (I wasn't hurt, though). The council wanted to turn the remaining land into a swimming pool, but I petitioned them into making it a rollerskating rink. Not sure if I was successful.
And you know what the crazy thing is? All but the first dream I had in one night.
On a completely different topic, y'know what I like? British TV. Never did like it before, but I'm all about the UKTV lately. Mind you, not all of it. Actually... well, pretty much only Doctor Who and Life on Mars so far (except for the unfortunate incident when I watched a bit of Coronation Street, oh! And my new fondness for The Weakest Link), but I want more! More, I tells ya! And if it has John Simm or David Tennant in it, all the better. Thank god UKTV is showing Casanova at the end of September. Oh, David Tennant. Must I love you so?
Anyhoo, point is, if you know of any good British TV serials (even ones without time travel) that you think I might like, recommend away! Please and thank you. *smiles*
- D.