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laylee at 11:07pm on 04/10/2007 under angel the series, real life, sports night, supernatural
laylee at 11:07pm on 04/10/2007 under angel the series, real life, sports night, supernaturalI had an extremely long day at work, even though I got in late because I missed the bus, ate junk food for lunch, didn't got to gym and got fish and chips for dinner because I couldn't be bothered cooking.
Hi!
*waves*
I'll be very glad when the weekend comes, although I have to zip up to the old home town to visit mum because she's poorly and my sister has been running herself a tad thin looking after her. I'm drive up on Saturday, cook up a storm on mum's crap stove*, do her grocery shopping and hang out with the niece and nephew.
Note to self: take camera with you because the only photos you have of Z are nearly 12 months old and she walks and talks and everything now!
Am very extremely jellus of all the people who have had a sneak peek at Supernatural via iTunes. And even more so that it will be nearly two weeks before I get to even glimpse it thanks to my inability to download stuff off the interwebs. I demand that Dean be delivered to me RIGHT NOW just to make up for it!
I've been watching Angel season two and, um, I'm finding it a little boring. Some of the episodes are quite good - Darla in particular was fantastic - but the rest... well, lets just say that I'm doing a lot of fast-forwarding :~\
I've signed up for the Sports Night Holiday Exchange. Have you?
*Seriously, the damn thing should have been replaced 20 years ago. Only two of the elements work properly, and last time I tried to cook anything on it, it gave me an electric shock. But mum argues that we won't be able to find a cook top big enough to fit the hole in the bench, whereas I reckon that if we shop around enough we will. But, you know, it's not my house and so what if the damn thing is crumbling around her ears and she'll soon be reduced to subsisting off instant noodles because she has nothing to cook on? She's the one who chooses to live there.
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Hi!
*waves*
I'll be very glad when the weekend comes, although I have to zip up to the old home town to visit mum because she's poorly and my sister has been running herself a tad thin looking after her. I'm drive up on Saturday, cook up a storm on mum's crap stove*, do her grocery shopping and hang out with the niece and nephew.
Note to self: take camera with you because the only photos you have of Z are nearly 12 months old and she walks and talks and everything now!
Am very extremely jellus of all the people who have had a sneak peek at Supernatural via iTunes. And even more so that it will be nearly two weeks before I get to even glimpse it thanks to my inability to download stuff off the interwebs. I demand that Dean be delivered to me RIGHT NOW just to make up for it!
I've been watching Angel season two and, um, I'm finding it a little boring. Some of the episodes are quite good - Darla in particular was fantastic - but the rest... well, lets just say that I'm doing a lot of fast-forwarding :~\
I've signed up for the Sports Night Holiday Exchange. Have you?
*Seriously, the damn thing should have been replaced 20 years ago. Only two of the elements work properly, and last time I tried to cook anything on it, it gave me an electric shock. But mum argues that we won't be able to find a cook top big enough to fit the hole in the bench, whereas I reckon that if we shop around enough we will. But, you know, it's not my house and so what if the damn thing is crumbling around her ears and she'll soon be reduced to subsisting off instant noodles because she has nothing to cook on? She's the one who chooses to live there.
/rant
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Our local fish & chip shop - actually, pretty much all fish and chip shops - serves such ludicrous portions that Judy and I now get one piece of fish and a small portion of chips, share it between us, and still feel slightly sick. And we are not small, delicate blossoms with bird-like appetites, mind you, so one has to ask - who eats that much?!
My own Mama's house is, almost literally, crumbling around her ears. She and my father (and my brother - it was about then that I ran away to Cornwall) moved there some 30 years ago, and most of it hasn't been decorated since. They could, I suppose, display it as some kind of museum to mid-70s suburbia - it has things like wood laminate panelling in the sitting room, and a caramel-coloured bath suite with gold taps shaped like dolphins - but it is very much in a state of Miss Haversham-esque decay. My brothers and sister and I worry about her constantly, but all our suggestions as to how she could improve her living conditions (get a cleaner in, apply for meals on wheels, at least get a damn security button so we wouldn't have to worry so much, throw stuff AWAY, for heaven's sake) fall on deaf ears and I, for one, have (guiltily) given up. The only plus point is that it keeps the value of the house down, so we won't have to pay quite so much inheritance tax!!
I watched Angel right the way through, but I never learned to love it and, in fact, several times fell asleep mid-episode. Season 2 is actually one of the better ones, too. There are some dreadful plot arcs ahead. Sorry about that.
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I quite enjoyed most of Angel the first time around (the dreadful Connor/Cordelia thing aside) but this time I'm finding it a bit tedious. Perhaps it's just one of those programs where seeing it once is more than enough.
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And what the flock did Joss Weadon do to Fox to get all his shows canceled? Yes, yes, this is YEARS later, but it seems to me that he had such a fan base for all his shows that they should have been making lots of money. Then they yanked the plug. BRING BACK FIREFLY!!
I'm better now, thanks for listening.