Second Test against India starts today. Which is clearly hurrah.
Hurrah!
Many thanks to
Anyway, I clearly need some BP icons...preferably of Kylie being FABULOUS, lol.
Anyhoo, back to thesis...
Via email.
In a dream.
It was a bit weird, seeing as I haven't seen him in...ooh, it would have to be about a year and a half now. Anyway, odd.
Not as odd as that dream I had about Jeremy Clarkson (best not to go there - I mean, I like Jezza, but I really DON'T need to see that much of him. I mean really, subconscious, what's going on there?!), but definitely one for the archives of dream randomness.
Also, I have been watching far too much Law and Order: SVU and writing far too little of my essay.
Stephen: The reason we're not going to do this sketch is that it contains a great deal of sex and violence.
Hugh: A great deal.
Stephen: Lots of sex and violence.
Hugh: That's right. During the sketch, Stephen hits me several times with a golf club.
Stephen: Which of course wouldn't matter except that I do it very sexily.
Hugh: That's the trouble, you see. He does it so sexily. I wish you could see it.
Stephen: And then the sketch ends with us going to bed together...
Hugh: ...violently.
Stephen: Very, very violently. Now this raises problems.
Hugh: Not for me.
Totally worth it though.
Downside (apart from obviously, complete lack of musical capability)? I have found a new way to distract myself from the task of actually writing my thesis.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
It was a long chain, long enough for me to use the chamber pot or to stand at the window and wait for the late owls. I love to hear the owls. I love to see the sudden glide of wings spread out for prey, and then the dip and the noise like a lover in pain.
He used the chain when we went riding together. I had a horse as strong as his, and he’d whip the horse from behind and send it charging through the trees, and he’d follow, half a head behind, pulling on the chain and asking me how I liked my ride.
His game was to have me sit astride him when we made love and hold me tight in the small of my back. He said he had to have me above him, in case I picked his eyes out in the faltering candlelight.
'Sexing the Cherry' - Jeannette Winterson.
To work on new projects apparently. Specifically, "NOT The Libertines."
Well, one can always hope (people are really into conjecture don't you know, Carlos?) ;)
Still, a bit of a shame. A shame mostly that I live aaaaall the way over here and thus have never seen them live. I reckon they would be a kick-arse live band. Bollocks.
Anyway, had a not-rubbish day. I made cake. And soup. And read some Kafka. And had a really good run this morning.
Yes, it's just go-go-go around here, lol.
Ooh! And I stuffed about on my guitar for a while this afternoon, which I haven't really done in a while. Cor, it was good fun. It's so nice to be excited about music again. Like, really properly excited.
Well, OK, I know why...but still! WHY?!
Waaaah... :(
Can't.
Help.
It.
Let's put our futures behind us
A bit complicated though
What? I'm not obsessing to distract myself from the general shittiness of things in my life.
No, not at all.
I certainly don't have a history of doing so. Nope. Not me.
So I probably won't be around much while I try and get it sorted out. Hmph.
I suppose at least I won't get distracted from my thesis quite so easily...still, infuriating.
BOLLOCKS.
1. Dee Plume - DEEEEEEEEEE! ♥
2. 'Dancing in the Dark' - by Bruce Springsteen. Ties with 'Thunder Road' as my fave Bruce song ever.
3. Dylan Moran - er, it's Dylan Moran. He's even better than tiramisu fried in sugar.
4. Donnie Darko - an awesome mind-fuck of a film. With the added bonus of Jake Gyllenhaal.
5. Dixon Bainbridge - he can survive the Arctic Tundra on the warmth hidden in his moustache :P
6. Dark Chocolate - really dark. The no-dairy kind. OM NOM NOM.
7. Dogma - er, it's Kevin Smith. CATHOLOCISM, WOW!
8. David Bowie - come on, the man is utter genius. That's pretty freaky, Bowie.
9. 'Darkplace - OK. So, technically it's 'Garth Marenghi's Darkplace,' but close enough. Wonderfully silly and clever and full of Richard Ayoade's perfect comic delivery and priest!Julian.
10. Dirty Pretty Things - Carl Barat's post-Libertines band. Sure, it lacks the whole Pete/Carl songwriting dynamic, but it's still very good stuff. Much love.
Am back from spending the last two weeks with AJ. She flew back to NY yesterday, so I'm feeling a little mopey but it'll be OK. Just missing having her around a little, that's all :( ( Egads! BBtP is coming (ehehehe...now there's a pun that's been done to death, I'm sure). I should get on that...
So went to see The Dark Knight with Kat a couple of days ago. Which led to discussion of Gary Old-Man.
Which naturally led to discussion of Remus/Sirius and the ridiculousness of Remus/Tonks.
Which in turn led to the decision that Kingsley would have been a much better match for Remus and most definitely where he should have gone off seeking comfort after Sirius' death.
Which today led me over to
Of which there is, well, none :(
Someone should get on that.
I'm still feeling pretty blah about all my writing, but what can you do? Of course, as soon as I tell myself, "I am NEVER writing again!" what do I want to do?
Anyway, to get myself out of my funk I finally sat down and watched Being Human.
And...absolutely loved it! GAH. Don't want to wait till 2009 for the series to air!
And could Russell Tovey be any more adorable? Really, could he?
I am never writing again.
Seriously, what have I been thinking?
UGH UGH UGH.
*beats self around head*

