Normally I like to type up the day's entry before I read my mail, before somebody puts me in a bad mood. But if you start off in a bad mood, they only place you can go is up.
So a friend cheerfully tells me those pics of Jude I posted inspired a Raffles fic. Whee! Squee! Hapiness. Glee. And wouldn't Jude be absolutely fekking perfect for a Raffles flick? Ah, but who to cast as Bunny? Ewan? Paul Bettany?
Actually, I should be in a good mood. Just yesterday we were reminicsing over the days of Mikey for breakfast on Triplej. Well, guess what? Yup, Mikey is filling in for Adam today. Oh happiness. They threw in a bit of Denton, too. My fave djs, sans ads. Perfect.
I also had breakfast in my brand new cow bowl. It's a bowl with a cute cow on the side. It's soooo cheesy but I saw it the other say in the $2 shop and thought, yep, that's mine. Yes, I have a a full dinnerset in my drawer at work now, seeing as I'm here for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and on Fridays, even supper. I'm gonna need a u-haul when the time comes to pack up my things :D
I really am. There are my pot plants, my cd collection, my postcard collection (highlights stuck on my felty divider, the rest carefully packed away in a play lunch box at the bottom of my drawer), old calanders, text books, my radio, an enormous selection of tea and coffee and enough plastic forks and spoons for a craft project.
Okay, this post will be all about me, because who cares about the world out there (certainly not Uncle Rupert, 'cause 200 dead Spainards only made p7 - that'll put 'em in their place). Although I was a tad nervous at finding a phalanx of a dozen security guards outside the building on Friday evening (and this morning). You see, back in the 80s somebody decided the Govt could build govt buildings atop railway stations because they already totally owned the land and the space above it. So they did and I've worked in a couple, including this one. On top of a large commuter railway station. Eeep. Too brain dead to be alert, but a tad alarmed.
So, I waited and waited and waited for Mr Contractor, who never showed, the bastard. Had to swing buy the local takeaway for tea and totally missed Stargate and half of Silent Witness. Walked home in the rain, all without being paid. I hates them.
Saturday: I did indeed wakeup early, as predicted, in a cruel and unforgiving and strangely sheetless bed again. However it was no longer pissing down and I'd promised myself a fab brekkie at my fave cafe as a consolation prize for missing my weekend (which I dreamt about, as though I'd gone, so subconscious is peeved if nothing else), so off onto the great windy bus route I hopped.
AP tagged along, which was a mistake, as she made so many fat jokes as I tucked into my french toast and bacon (well, okay, yes, point, but it was meant to be a treat) that the waitress started giving me sympathetic looks. And I wonder why I have such crippling self esteem issues, and why I usually can't eat if there's anyone else around. Sigh.
Never mind. Bought a new bag, a cheap Chinese knockoff ($25) for one I'd seen in a proper shop for $180 and I can't tell the difference (because I only ever buy cheap Chinese knockoffs). It's a lovely Audrey bag. You know the type. AP suggested buying something ugly and guaranteed to last 20 minutes in the $2 shop but I refused. I also picked up a new windchime to replace the one the cockatoos destroyed (utterly, and I know I'm just giving them a new chew toy) and picked up a few mags in the now less than super newsagency (damn, used to be one of my top 5 sources).
Came home, did not have lunch (natch) and sulked upstairs with my new Alessandro dvd (Carolina). This one was thoughtfully rec'd on my brit-actors list because it features a token Brit, but who cares. Yummy Sandro. It was a totally West Coast kitchen sinker (he seems to like those) but decent actors saved it, and Sandro was cute, and that's all I wanted: new Sandro scenery.
Funny how I'll never, ever watch films that feature folks sitting down and eating at the flicks, but I'll happily sit through one on a wet Saturday afternoon, though usually only if Actor X is involved.
Then I watched some more Coupling because I'm still in Jack mode and it's been ages since I've seen this. Tee hee. Now I know what I was thinking of when I said Daniel's hair was really gay in S5: Coupling. There's an episode where Patrick has Daniel hair and everyone thinks he's gay. Tee hee.
And were Steve and Geoff in bed together at the end? Hmmmm. Methinks all that breast talk is subterfuge. ;p
Dinner was during Andromeda, as if I care, and it seemed to be very, very Space 1999/Treky. Big Kev made a Hercules joke. Oh, tis to laugh.
Gave half my tea to the birds, on account of fat jokes. They were most appreciative (unlike yesterday when I tried to palm them off with stale prawn chips - pity prawn chips because I was so miserable on Friday - they weren't best crackers and they weren't settling for less).
After that we Department S'd it. I said I'd wash the dishes later but AP aggressively banged pots together for the duration. Never mind, I'm only watching it so see what Jason will wear next :D
Sunday I was awoken early, again, by vile and puritanical relatives. If only they'd take their vile holier than thou earnestness off to church, any church, so this lazy sinner could roll over and go back to sleep. No such luck. So I much endure their thumping and bumping and we're already up crap.
So I read yesterday's papers, indulged in some Wild Wild West (how do folks look at this and not think it is gay, really gay, Liberace gay?) and then previewed this week's Angel for Bro. Weirdly, Del Boy, in a mood, decided to embaress me and refused to play it in anything but squinty vision and so dark you could see nowt, even with the brightness turned up to 'burn my screen out, please'. Gak. Bad Del Boy, embaressing me like that, when he'd played those episodes perfectly well, just for me.
Never mind, I just love Numero Cinco. I know folks loathe it, but I love it, and it's about time they did a Day of The Dead story.
Then I copied some old zip disks to cd while working, getting dinner ready, watering the garden, feeding the birds. I did find some old photos taken during a trip to the States in '96. Heh. Caught a few seconds of tv. Raced to get everything done so I could could curl up in front of Streets with a bucket of hot chai. Mmmm, campy 70s fun.
After that was Big Brother Hugh as Hugh Jackman was on all the channels at the same time, spruiking Foxtel (because they gave him a gig when he was pre-Wolvie starving actor boy, remember him when). There was no escaping The Hugh.
Then I watched that newspaper political thing on the ABC, which was still good, but sliding into predictability now, alas. And how did anyone not know Marc Warren's character was gay? For the love of Mike...
Then I watched the last bit of an old Stargate. The one with Petey in it (as opposed to subliminal cgi Petey). Tis also the one with the canon, textual Jack/Jacob slash. It's the scene where Tok'ra Barbie greets them with instructions from Jacob to shake Sam's hand and give Jack a big kiss. Sam ums and ers and says maybe TB got it the wrong way round. Jack gives a sly look and says maybe not. Too fekking funny, and, ewww, at the same time. Now I'm kinda curious to see if there's any Jack/Jacob out there, but the greater part of me just doesn't want to know ;p