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LJ-cut for spoilers )
rowanberries: (Helium cat)
And I almost resisted this one. *Sigh*

The Love Compliment Meme


Let's see - have been in Cardiff this weekend, chez Bethan, who put up with us all with cheerful good grace, and spent our time drinking, cooking stupendous amounts of nutritionally dubious food (all hail frozen pizza!) watching geeky things, playing games and prancing about just outside Torchwood HQ.

Yes. Really.

I have pictures to prove it.

Fear, Britmuns. :D


Sep. 2nd, 2008 10:56 pm
rowanberries: (Opera Ghost/Laughing)
You guys.

You guys, I just got back from a committee meeting for my theatre group, and heard the casting for our next panto. I get to be the Principal Boy. *Dances around the room, slapping thigh in fiendish joy*

...Again, for Americans and other deprived people: Pantomime.

Only slightly brought down by the fact that the Principal Girl? My sister. 'Cause that's not weird at all.

(The drag, you guys!)
rowanberries: (Opera Ghost/Laughing)
Oh. My God. You guys.

Did I just see a seven-foot-tall, ALLCAPS-speaking, singing, dancing skeleton live on stage?


Self and [ profile] innerbrat's squeals of joy were predictably loud, but nobody minded. A fellow geek who had been forced to come alone even came over and bonded during the interval!

I just... Look!. There's mp3s up there, although I shall be forever sorrowful that there isn't one of the Rite of Ashkente ("Pull your weight! Don't think I can't see you at the back, Rincewind!") It was done with such love and enthusiam, and the actress playing Ysabell was awesome and hilarious, and one assassin was totally Jocasta Wiggs and the narrator was Ron Weasley for some reason and DEATH DANCED THE CONGA.


Also, Steph! Debi says she has a DE topic for you, but I can't remember what it was, because this is all very exciting.

In conclusion: )
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I am in love with this comic.

Look! Awesome! This is exactly what my night-times look like. D'aww.

I'm... really spaced out.

I should never take naps in the middle of the day.

I think I'll watch Hugh Laurie be a bastard to ill people some more.


Oct. 10th, 2007 10:24 pm
rowanberries: (Chocolate)
Sooooo. I just got around to watching the first two episodes of Avatar.



I love Sokka. And I want an Aang of my very own, and also to be able to do any of his action sequences.

Oh, dear.


What Flavour Are You? I taste like Menthol.I taste like Menthol.

I am refreshingly different; some people don't appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people's noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste. What Flavour Are You?
rowanberries: (Ahahaha but!)
So, I read HP7.

All in all, OMGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! But then again, *nitpickity* )

*grins* Chat in comments? I'm going away for a week tomorrow, but I'm very curious to hear your opinions.

There will also, some time, be a Millicon report. But be assured that it rocked hardcore, and I was utterly delighted to see so many people, and have them be as - if not more! - awesome than I had imagined.

Now I must go and dye my little sister's hair.
rowanberries: (Indeed)
I'm hooooome.

Also clean, and caffeinated. I feel these things are important. The weekend was awesome, from going up on the swelteringly hot Underground to the pub (hurrah) to the flashmob which was basically a huge play fight (hurrah!) and back to the pub again. (HURRAH!) The only real problem was the heat, which I had been informed was to be lacking, and was... not. Ow. Black leather waistcoats, while awesome, are really hot when running about in the sun. The the next day (rather hungover. Ahem.) There was lunch with [ profile] innerbrat and [ profile] requiem2adream and chatting and plotting about Runaways pups. Ehehehe. And in the evening, Pirates of the Carribean, where we were joined by some people I have met before but whose journal names I am unsure of, [ profile] avariel_wings, [ profile] matgb and [ profile] malachan, who came out of hiding for the first time in ages!

Reactions, spoilers maybe, you know the drill )
rowanberries: (Oodles!)

Sainsbury's fair trade extra-strong ground coffee: 1, Amy: 0.

*Twitches and palpitates joyfully*

Oh man. You know what I'm going to do? Take my damn laptop downstairs, and thread my arse off while watching Supernatural and Doctor Who by turns. YES.
rowanberries: (Happy!)


So, yesterday was impromptu meetup with London millidudes, including Cass and Saph, who I had not met before, and Clare and Debi, who I most certainly had. I was intending to return home that evening - the fact that I didn't and ended up sleeping in a drunken haze on Debi's floor may clue you in to the fact that a good time was had. *eyedart*

There was Coffee, Cake and Kink first, then wanderings that brought us to Garlic & Shots. All I can say is wow. Garlicky! Bloodshots may be an addictive substance. Then there was pub until closing time, walking Saph back to her rooms and scaring her friends, and the tube to Southgate. Then this morning we watched Pirates: DMC, mocked excessively, and trickled off home.

And here I am.
rowanberries: (Abdiel)
1) Well, back at Uni.

2) The brand new wireless thinger we were upgraded to at the end of last term has turned out to be far worse than the one we had before - housemate Debbie was on the phone for about an hour last night trying to fix it, but nothing. They're sending us a new one, while in the meantime it cuts out every five-ten minutes. AIM, for this reason, is a bit out of the question. I'm actually fairly zen about it, since I have a lot of work to do these next couple of days, and enforced lack of AIM might help me get down to it... but boy will I be angry if it's still like this by Friday.

3) Courses... well, actually, the two I've had so far have been on the dull side. Worryingly enough, one was Magic and Superstition, but I'll hold out, since he was just wittering on about how this was 'cultural history' we were doing, and going over the course outline, rather than just getting down to teaching. English Society... well, I had her last year. You know those people that put pauses

really randomly in the middle of sentences for no apparent reason? Yes. That's her. It makes her supremely difficult to listen to without drifting off, especially since she is the living, female equivalent of Professor Binns. (I have nothing against dates and rebellions, I just think there's a little more to the subject, you know?) Mind you, it did give me the giggles when she said "...The Glorious Revolution, which I started

Really, Prof? Wow, looking good for your age,

...talking about at the beginning of this lecture."


4) Hoboy. I need a to-do list: a) Finish Bibliography and essay plan, b) If possible, write out introduction, c) Wash hair, if possible, no time tomorrow, d) TAG SLOWTIMES sorryDebi. e) Renew paid accounts, f) Bed EARLY. Oh, and g) Clean, since it's my job this week.

5) A lot of people are having a bad time lately, looks like. :( It really sucks when that happens, and there's nothing that can be done except distribute virtual hugs. Hopefully it's partly January Blues - dull days do tend to bring you down, especially when there's other problems, too. Hope everyone feels better, soon.

6) Dammit, Professor Livesey, I WANT MY ESSAY. *Stamps foot* Other people have theirs! Thursday before Christmas, yeah, right.

7) *Sigh* Stuck here for an hour and a half. Talk to me? *Puppy eyes*
rowanberries: (Writing)
*Slightly embarrassed glance at last night's post*

Er, yes. Predictably, I felt on the crap side this morning, but have steadily improved (the one good thing about hangovers - there's stuff you can do to make them go away.) Lots of water, painkillers, an apple, some flat lemonade and some fresh bread with just marmite on, and I feel vaguely human again.

Back to uni tomorrow. D: I'll actually probably like bits of that, but it does feel a bit depressing, not least because I have a 3000 word essay due within the first four days. I'm on top of it, as far as I can be without really caring much. (Electives FTW. Is internet fandom gendered? Probably, yes. Do I care enough to study dull, dull, theoretical texts? Um....)

Man. I have stuff to be doing! I have the most awesome course starting (Magic and Superstition, bay-bee) and of course that whole Milliways thing. Reminder to self: get fucking organised for playing with Torchwood-canon. Actually talking to a couple of canon-mate muns would seem a plan! And slowtimes, and OOMs, oh boy. Getting Harth's head sorted out so I actually know what he's thinking, however unpleasant it may be.

OMG, stop raaaaining...
rowanberries: (Pansy)
Today I learned to knit!


(I forgot how before.)

My Mum gets on these project kicks, and so she started off a row of stitches for me, my brother and my sister, and said go! So, I'm making myself a Tom Baker era Doctor Who scarf of epic length. Maybe. Unless I get bored. But so far it's going pretty well, and I'm on my third colour block.

*Rubs hands*

I keep wondering how much fluffy white wool would be, for which I blame [ profile] silveraspen entirely.

rowanberries: (Duuuuuuuuuude.)


More later when coherent.

Also: Fuck. I need to retcon.

ETA: Spoilers in comments, yo.
rowanberries: (Ohnoez!)
Tiiinyshort update since I should be in bed, and am stopping mostly just to dry my hair. (Cigarette smoke on hair and clothes = coughing, and bleh.)

Today I met [ profile] villainny! Finally! And she and I and [ profile] apiphile had a lovely day in London, visiting The Covent Garden Tea House, almost a Rodin exhibition, Coffee, Cake and Kink, (o_0) a burger place where we were served dark chocolate, rum, and oreo milkshakes, and a cocktail bar that was most tasty but expensive and playing such annoyingly loud music that we relocated to a pub.


Tomorrow, ballet!

I understand lunch is first, but failing that, meeting there at two.

Now bed!

*Hugs everyone*
rowanberries: (Writing)
So, I got my Sexual Revolution essay back. *Bounce*

Man. She was so enthusiastic about it I felt embarrassed. But... well, happy. She praised my writing style, source use, structure (what? I rambled like a nutcase!), argument, the lot.

This is very, very good. Did very well on the Civil War one, too, so now I just have to get back the Bridget Cleary one. *pokes tutor*

Particularly as it's a similar subject my Mother did her degree on, so I couldn't have got away without showing her. I win!

Slightly more worrying is this stupid elective essay I have to do for next term. I can't take most of the books home because they're in the short loan section, so I only have two, plus the subject... really isn't my thing. I chose the question on fandom, but I know very little about the technicalities and academic side, and my bibliography's going to be a joke. And this one (unlike the three I did this term, which were formative) actually counts towards my overall grade. D:

But! Nearly done for the term. No seminar tomorrow, since it got moved to next term, so I shall go a-Christmas shopping in Brighton, then home on Saturday. It will be blissful.

Back home in a few hours, after buying a course pack and a coffee and having my last seminar of the term. *flits off*
rowanberries: (Opera Ghost/Laughing)
(X-posted to [ profile] puca_project - if you have no clue what I'm going on about, go there!)

Well, there had been numerous hitches to this one - mostly that only two of us could make it, and secondly that it had to be postponed a week due to my illness! But yesterday, on the 4th November, Kate ([ profile] avariel_wings) and I journeyed to Covent Garden.

Photos are to come when Kate's computer does not hate her.

Cut for rambling on the High Seas. Arrr! )

So, very definitely a success - hopefully to be repeated with a bigger group in Cardiff in December, all in piratical gear, where we also plan to re-enact scenes from Pirates of the Carribbean. Roll on the good times!
rowanberries: (Eat logic)

Dear god. Did I just sleep for eighteen hours?


I'm really hungry. Evidently sleep takes it out of you.

I had a dream where the granny was the murderer. But we foiled it my strategically moving the noose so she couldn't reach it, because she was so small. And, like. We couldn't turn her in, because granny, but we weren't going to shelter her because the bitch was a murderer! So we sent her to get the train. While we painted the entire room blue.

And no, dammit, she couldn't have a different bag to pick green beans in.

...I know. I have mental problems.

On a different note, I adore my Tuesday lecture. The lecturer is soft-spoken and Irish and confused and hilariously funny, and he talks about medieval theology and medicine and magic and gender identity and witch-hunts and other things that make me squee from my seat at the back.

Extract from notes: 'Controlling demons with chemistry = serious science. Apparently attempted with straight faces for over a century.'


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