Proof #3,726 that Sailormoon is really, really cracked: the latest monster of the week comes with a warranty card. And consults it when her arm breaks off.

It probably doesn't help that the monster of the week is also an evil pair of glass shoes.

Today, I discovered something new and possibly slightly bizarre about myself. Apparently, looking at road maps depresses me. In any given one hundred square kilometre block, there are more towns and villages and cities than I can visit in a month, and far more people to meet and stories to hear than I could find out in a lifetime. When major parts ( Read more... )

In one of its rare bouts of annoying energy, my brain has decided it wants to be productive. It just, in typical fashion, can't seem to decide what on. After glaring at it for twenty minutes, I decided to resolve the dilemma with, what else? An LJ poll. Oh, Cliche. You truly are, and always have been, my father ( Read more... )

Something the world needs: a George Bush/Dick Cheney songvid set to Jonathan Coulton's Under The Pines. Yes, I know it's supposed to be Leonard Nimoy/Bigfoot, but damnit, it works!

Now I just need to find out which of the people I know is cracked enough to do it.

Garnered through ladysorka, may I present, the Complaints Choirs. Personally, I prefer the Helsinki one, but the others are good too. And you really do have to watch the videos on the Choirs page to appreciate the wonder of this idea. Do so. Now. Because when the world continues to be the world, the only solution is, obviously, to sing.

( I'd make a pun about stuffing my stocking, but, y'know, taste )

State of Play, a show that Canadian Pet (100% Pure, Patent Pending) pimped me on some months ago, has only just now started airing in Australia. And my parents are watching it. I made commentary about it at them.

I blame you for this, Pet of Evil. Because I really needed to be this easily disconcerted this early on in my life. >_ ( Read more... )

So, um. After having people talk knitting at me all year...

Anyone feel like buying me a How-To book/needles/wool for Christmas?

... ah, hell. Just send me any craft-related materials you feel like.

... *HIDES FROM THE SHAME*

I am being Plotty. For as you may recall, the state my parents keep the kitchen in is horrific.

They also left this afternoon for a week, to attend my ex-brother's birthday.

Those of you who know of my tendancy to grab on to lost causes and go, "LIVE, DAMN YOU, LIVE!" may be able to see where this is going.

( So the plan is... )

So, tonight my parents decided to go out to a social dinner with friends. These people being their friends, and not mine, I chose to stay here and cook my own dinner. So I rifle through the freezer (which took ten minutes all on its own; organisation, why have we forsaken thee?), dig out some chops, and set about getting ready to grill them. And ( Read more... )