... I know everyone and their dog has seen this, but yeah, I'd so watch that film. Is there a Top Gun fandom? With Maverick/Iceman slash,OR, OH MY GOD, IT ONLY OCCURRED TO ME AS I TYPED THAT BUT CROSSOVER WITH X-MEN??? it wouldn't even have to be good as long as it exists, I would read it. Yeah, in a cracky kind of mood this evening. This whole day, actually - was channel surfing earlier today (like, less than a hour after I woke up) and watched, like 3 mins of ITV and now I want to know if Poirot/Hastings exists. I'm too afraid to go looking for it.

Speaking of oldies but goodies, went to a friend from work's leaving do last night, and after a slightly annoying early-middle part where the charidee raffle and fake-horse-race-thing took aaaaaaaaaaaaages, the karaoke which followed was mega fun times. Practically all oldies, very little actual talent on display, a lot of boogieing along, even more alcomohol, and fried food for sustenance. Whoop whoop.

In not oldie but still goodie news, I just saw ep 9 of the third season of NCIS (the one where Abby is totally bad ass at the end, kicking the bad guy's ass before Gibbs and the gang arrive to save her (even though we don't get to see the ass kicking, only the aftermath, with the guy hog-tied and gagged on the floor. I heart Abby.

I won't go into details, because of ah, triggering issues, for someone who I know reads this, but my Mum emailed me today about *something*, and what she said...not cute at all, Mother. A slap in the face would have been kinder, thanks. Don't think I'll be making the effort to go home this weekend, afterall - don't think I'll be any less angry by then. I know she worries about me, but still, *that*? Way to piss me off and want to do the opposite of what you want. No matter ow bad for me that would be.

Am watching CSI:NY while I type...oh my god, Danny, do NOT invite Ricky into your appartment. Or kiss her goodbye, because if Lindsey walks in now, she has my permission to kick your ass, esp after the kinda sweet rain walk phone call. Lindsey, do NOT get that cab. Ahahahah, good fake out, CSI:NY. Oh wait, but not really, because it was totally obvious from earlier that that kid was going to get offed by the cabbie killer.

Okay, days offline mean I have a lot to reply to, all over the interwebs. *scampers away to click as many as 'reply' buttons on as many sites as she can before bedtime*

When I was younger (like, a decade ago...actually more. Damnit, I feel old now!), I used to read Cosmo and feel really grown up, because it was very definitely for grown ups and I was, like, twelve. And their centrefold issues! *fans self*. I haven't read one in years, but someone linked me to this, from their 2008 centrefold issue, which, yeah, is very nice, because I do love me a rugby player. Put after some clicking around, I found this (click the pic for a much better quality, larger version):



I know I write in the comicverse, rather than the movieverse (love the movies, but I 'ship Bobby with JP, and he's somewhat lacking from the films...also, movie Bobby just feels OOC to me, because I love comics Bobby so much), but still...DAMN!

I'm just going to go and find some Bobby/JP smut to read now. While I wish that I could write smut worth a damn. Also that I could iconify worth a damn. As it is, I'll prolly play around in paint a little tomorrow.

So, last week, I went to the National Library of Scotland, to go to the 'Local Heroes: The Art of the Graphic Novel' exhibition. It was...okay. Not amazing, but not totally disappointing (damning with faint praise much?), and I might write about it properly some other time (I'm planning on going back, but more on why later). For now though, I just want to share something that was on one of the walls:

"For many, comics invariably equate with mutants, monsters and men in tights or with simple-minded slapstick. Such kneejerk rejection is rather like dismissing cinema as an invaid artform on the grounds that Jean-Claude Van Damme movies happen to exist."

---David Thomson, The Observer, 22/06/03

First reaction: Ooh, I really like that.
Second reaction: But...but I like some Jean-Claude Van Damme films!
Third reaction: I should really write this down.

So I did,, obviously. Just found the paper I wrote it on whilst I was sifting through all the bits of paper on my dining table.

So, yes, back to the reason why I'm going back before the exhibition closes. Um. Part of the exhibition was a room where there were pens and paper and the opportunity to create something of your own and leave it up on display. I can't draw for shit, so I scribbled out Dick and Roy's torsos and wrote 'Dick Grayson / Roy Harper... ...you know it makes sense' and left it on one of the boards. (Oh, I have no idea why. I just wanted t leave something up on the boards. And I'd read a lot of Dick/Roy the night before. And there was no way I'd've been able to come up with anything original. And yeah, I still don't know why.)

Kinda hope Sarah stays. Not that I dislike Rachel, and tbh, Rachel might be a better than Sarah...but I like Sarah more, of the two.

... This so means that Sarah is going, because my support is like a doomy curse of doom. Gah.


ETA: I knew it. Damnit. WHERE IS YOUR PROMISE TO DO ANYTHING TO MAKE SURE SARAH HAS A CAREER, ALW? GOD KNOWS SHE DESERVES ONE (A CAREER AND A PROMISE) MORE THAN KEISHA EVER WILL. gah. GAH, I say.

Happy Birthday, ego_soup  !

Hope you had a lovely day, Bobster, and that revision isn't getting you down.

Hugs and kisses,
Hx

...Helen got a life, but missed t'internet terribly.

Back from Training Week of Painful Fun Times, had Weekend of Running Around and Not Giving Myself Time to Recover, jumped straight into four days of Work is Tiring, Stressful and Murder on My Feet, and now off to York tomorrow for Weekend of Boozing as if I Were a Student Again.

In other news, I can't wear the shoes I wanted to wear to the ball on Sat night because one of them is missing it's buckle (damit! I love those shoes!). So, because today was pay day and also a another-store-is-having-a-mega-day-and-we-have-to-match-their-prices day, I bought new shoes. Impractical, slightly trampy, ridiculous shoes. At a totally bargainous price. YAY. I have been in a good mood ever since. Being a stereotypical girl here, but in the face of this:



(okay, that's only one shoe, and you can't see how adorable the bow is, but still! Shiny shoes!)

how could I not be? New shoes! Whee!

Got back to my flat a few hours ago, and have to unpack then repack, as am leaving tomorrow for a week long residential outdoor-based leadership training course type thing. My taxi to the airport arrives at 7:30 tomorrow morning, and I DO NOT WANT TO GO. I just want to sleep for a week. Driving 12 hours on Thurs and 10 yesterday and not getting anywehre near enough sleep in between has left me so tired I can barely hold a coherent conversation, let alone go running, jumping, climbing trees and crap like that.

and by 'see the wizard', I mean 'watch my little brother pass out of Sandhurst'.

Am driving myself and his girlfriend down South (parents going in their car) tomorrow, going to the parade on Friday day and the ball Friday night, and then driving back up here on Sat, and back to Edin on Sunday.

My little bro is a grown up! *sniff sniff* I'm so proud - even though it's not something I could ever see myself doing, it's what he wants, and he has worked so damn hard to get to this point, so yeah, *is proud like an extremely proud thing*

I suppose that, as I am leaving the house in 9 hours, I really ought to go pack my bag...

*waves*

Because I am in a typing-y mood, but cannot face typing up that Bobby/Jean-Paul -ish fic I wrote in my notebook almost a year ago. Oh, self. Anyhoo, onwards to the hurty:

( My arm. )

( My back )

( My wallet )

( My tummy )

( My brain )

( My eyes )

Did I mention that I really need some sleep? heh. Because I do. So badly. Esp as I'm driving to my parents in the morning (and down South on Thurs and back again on Sat). Time to stop playing with the shiny internets and go to bed, I think.

I'll admit, I've been good and waited til this ep aired on terrestial tv, so that I wouldn't have to wait two weeks for the finale. What? It made sense at the time. Although, squeeing at Jack/Ianto while sitting next to my Dad? Aaaaaawkward.



In other news, I am spending the weekend at my parents, and enjoying myself, even though I went to town with Mum to buy a bookcase and shoes, and came home with bras and picture frames. What. Still, we're going back to town tomorrow. Must. Resist. Books. Seriously, every time I come home, I always spend money I don't even really have on books. Whhhyyy.

 Oh, little Irish Oliver, you made me cry by crying. Little Welsh Oliver, you have a lovely, clear as a bell, pure voice.

Graham Norton: you entertain me, but also annoy the bejesus out of me. How do you do it?

Okay, not all the Nancy suck. Jodie (?) and Francesca seem like they'd be good.

Constantly calling Lloyd-Weber 'the Lord' constantly annoys me.

Harry Oliver - great voice.

ETA: what in the shit are some of those girls wearing?! Denim catsuit? No.

Sone of ETA: Lloyd-Weber, that was so lovely of you! Best let down evah. All kindly uncle-y! First time you haven't strongly resembled a toad to me. And you're actually being quite huggy and lovely to all the girls. And ahahahaha, fake out!

Best reaction ever from Jodie!

...ahahahahaha, best portrait of yourself ever, Lloyd-Weber!  Just, brilliantly self aware and narcissistic and everything!

cold, tired, grumpy, frustrated with life the universe and everything work and myself, have to write a presentation for tomorrow.

Rrrarrgh!

So, no Torchwood reaction tonight.

Just one thing, though - is Jack making his own coffee? Instant, at that? Tee hee hee.

Rightio, dinner time.

ETA: We just wanted a paying audience? Well then, Jack my boy, what did you do when there weren't audiences? I'm sure there were other ways too keep yourself in greasepaint and beer?

"Cinema killed the travelling show"? Oh, Jack...