I'm feeling intoxicated with fannish love for, gosh, everything ever. My muscles are taut with the strain of holding it in! De-pressurization is needed.

I am fannish about Wild At Heart. It's crackers, but Nicolas Cage is shockingly attractive (the flop of hair!), Laura Dern is southern and skintight, and Wicked Game plays as the drive through the ( Read more... )

Dearest Die-Hard Dirty Three Fans ( Read more... )

Oh, internets! I throw myself at your well-connected feet! Nothing like living in Sunnybank Hills (the fourth zone of the pulic transport system. FOURTH!) without the internet to make one appreciate it.

To sum up The World At Present:

Snakes On A Plane: still awesome. Ridiculously so. I think it's been elevated to acronym-only level of popularity ( Read more... )

Moving house. Oof. All the excitement of moving to the wilds of Sunnybank Hills *gust of sarcasm* has been dampened, almost literally, by this godawful cold drizzle. Melancholy evenings tucked up reading and musing are only fun for so long. I just want my kids sun back ( Read more... )

I'd like to take a moment to thank the deities (or the federal government, whatever) for ABC Classic FM. *strokes it in an elegantly loving way* Really, I think I might combust from dial rage were it not for the glorious sonic surrounds of Classic Drive with Julia Lester or Keys to Music with Graham Abbott. Not only is it soothing, but I'm LEARNING ( Read more... )

I got around to watching the Lost season 2 premiere, which was kind of ace (yes, ACE). The opening sequence was odd and great, the photography was striking, the flashbacks were intriguing.

And Jack's tear ducts own my soul. Bastard.

No, really. Matthew Fox crying = me crying. And cursing his name. The shame, the shame.

So, The Arctic Monkeys. I don't get it.

Clearly, The Whats should be the biggest band in the world right now. Breaking UK sales records, gathering inches of hype space in NME. They are quite obviously more fun than any band ever.

Music-buying public, you baffle me with your injustices! Bernard Fanning indeed. *derisive snort*

Mmm, it's nice to rant ( Read more... )

Oh. OH. Jason Bateman in Teen Wolf Too. BEST DANCE SEQUENCE EVER ( Read more... )

So this is what happens at 5am. It's really awfully boring, and I now understand why the world doesn't revolve around 5am ( Read more... )

So I'm listening to 'Free Money' by Patti Smith, revelling in it. A friend calls to tell me she got my delightful (my words) postcard I sent from Paihia, NZ. The one I sent two weeks ago. She is now aware that the weather was great and at the time I was eating far too much good food (though this hasn't changed) and sitting on a pebbly beach. BLESS ( Read more... )