Less than two weeks until Harry Potter! I'll have to read the other books again before then, though, as I'm afraid that in my brain and out of their proper habitat the characters develop into something quite different: really just caricatures, with Harry the Hero, Ron the Loser Sidekick, and so forth. I really would like to read this one without ( Read more... )

Oh, wow. I just got a piece of chain mail, and I'm really impressed by the warnings.

>>First Example ( Read more... )

Um. Note: A sheet of plain puff pastry - even moderately well cooked puff pastry - does not, should not, will not EVER be morning tea.

Uggggh.

Today has been a lovely lazy day off: when I got up I did semi-industrious kitchen things (oven-drying tomatoes, mincing garlic to freeze and use later, grinding peppercorns, making muesli), before going back to bed to doze to pretty music for an hour or so. I then wandered into the city for tea with a friend, then walked back reading The Time ( Read more... )

Ah! Coldest day of the year so far - and I'll be outside only in the morning and evening, when it's cold - so! High boots and longish skirt and t-shirt and cardigan and jacket and scarf and gloves. How exciting.

Ooh, and Batman Begins was absolutely gorgeous. I really enjoyed it, and am so glad that, amidst all of the comic book movies recently ( Read more... )

I just heard the new Coldplay single, and I didn't hate it nearly as much as I was expecting to.

On the flipside, I'm sure it went for around three times as long as a song is meant to.

I'm sure more British people know who Lynton Crosby is than do Australians. But any Australian could have told you that 'Are you thinking what we're thinking?' is a Bananas thing ( Read more... )

Marshmallows were on sale today at the supermarket, so of course I bought the big packet and of course I now feel horribly ill. I think because they're so fluffy they make your stomach feel all fluffy and bloated as well.

Can something be both fluffy and bloated? perhaps not, really.

Okay. In a few hours I retreat back to the real world, in which I have no internet access over the summer - but then, the summer's over, so I'm going to be brief here and promise to update properly when I'm in the comfort of my real room. The house I've been living in for the past couple of months is gorgeously comfortable and so I'm finally able ( Read more... )

I think that perhaps there should be a ban on people singing Jeff Buckley songs - especially, but not only, drunk and maudlin people - as they always sound like shit. Nobody ever knows the words, and they all warble out of time *and* out of tune, and it's really just ghastly. But something about being drunk and maudlin in particular must make you ( Read more... )