They Say What They Say

Gah, this car alarm keeps going off in the next street over from mine. It's one of those annoying high-pitched whiny ones, and every fifteen minutes or so it's 'eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep'. It stops after a while, but you'd think that, since it keeps going off, it'd occur to the the cars' owner to maybe disconnect it or something?

My weekend has pretty much centred around the due South chat of doom. It's still going, as far as I know, and has been so since 3pm yesterday. That's, like, OMG 28 hours of chat! I managed to catch the Hard Core Logo double feature this afternoon, and screenings of Odds, Ladies Man and parts of Wilby Wonderful and Men with Brooms. Between times topics ranged from Hugh Dillon's extreme fangirlishness, Paul Gross' prettiness, Callum Keith Rennie's enduring hotness, to Sports Night and speculation about Tori Spelling's boobs. So much fanish love and squee among witty, cleaver women is enough to make my heat beat and swell with fandom pride.

*huggles fandom*

Okay, I'm pretty pooped, and my eyes are about to fall out of their sockets from staring at a computer screen all weekend, so I shall bid you adieu for the moment.

But before I go to bed I must re-read phoebesmum's latest Sports Night drabble and revel in a little Danny love.

Gah, this car alarm keeps going off in the next street over from mine. It's one of those annoying high-pitched whiny ones, and every fifteen minutes or so it's 'eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep'. It stops after a while, but you'd think that, since it keeps going off, it'd occur to the the cars' owner to maybe disconnect it or something?

My weekend has pretty much centred around the due South chat of doom. It's still going, as far as I know, and has been so since 3pm yesterday. That's, like, OMG 28 hours of chat! I managed to catch the Hard Core Logo double feature this afternoon, and screenings of Odds, Ladies Man and parts of Wilby Wonderful and Men with Brooms. Between times topics ranged from Hugh Dillon's extreme fangirlishness, Paul Gross' prettiness, Callum Keith Rennie's enduring hotness, to Sports Night and speculation about Tori Spelling's boobs. So much fanish love and squee among witty, cleaver women is enough to make my heat beat and swell with fandom pride.

*huggles fandom*

Okay, I'm pretty pooped, and my eyes are about to fall out of their sockets from staring at a computer screen all weekend, so I shall bid you adieu for the moment.

But before I go to bed I must re-read phoebesmum's latest Sports Night drabble and revel in a little Danny love.