Wild and Wandering Thoughts of a frizz-laden loon

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Torchwood - A Day in the Death

Thought the first: Oh dear LORD that was brilliant. I have completely underestimated Burn Gorman; the man is fantastic.

Thought the second: The Torchwood fandom is about to explode into its usual, self-righteous, moaning wank over a little moment between Jack and Gwen in the trailer. Just thought I'd prepare the popcorn now before the angry capslock starts flying.

*sigh*

I'm about half the age of these people and I act with about double the maturity. On matters like this, anyway.

Longer post coming up.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

*waves a blunt, heavy instrument in Take That's direction*

Gagh.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Forget exam stress and Drama annoyance and school driving me down, forget it all; one of my e-mails was read out on The Bugle.

And John Oliver laughed.

SOMETHING I HAVE WRITTEN HAS MADE JOHN OLIVER LAUGH.

It sounds stupid, but I am so, so happy. I LOVE this podcast, it's the funniest thing in the world, and they read out my e-mail! Almost word-for-word! And I made John Oliver laugh!

*sigh*

If you're interested in listening, you can listen to a stream of the podcast following from the link above. My e-mail starts at around 22:44, but the whole podcast will make you laugh; they're brilliant, both of them.

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

I really have nothing to say, I just wanted to enjoy this.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

If I don't post for a while, it means I'm a) Dying from stress, b) Already dead from stress, c) Watching Torchwood, or d) All three. Torchwood negates the other two, see. It's an odd but effective antidote.

(I'm doing Drama for AS. We perform in nine days. Did I mention dying of stress?)

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Saturday, February 02, 2008

You know how so many people listen to a song that just slays them?

I think I've found mine.

I can't listen to it without feeling emotional. It got into my head at work earlier and I started welling up just as a customer was approaching. It's heart-felt and jazzy and beautiful and bittersweet and so real, somehow.

And, annoyingly, I have no idea where it comes from. It's live, and from a few years ago, and it's not one of her songs, or on any of her albums. But it's lovely.

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