Primeval, or not, then? If not, you'll never find out whether the mild-mannered Arthropleurid had a poisonous flesh-gobbling relative, and why Aldwych Tube Station was really closed (so the army could exterminate the proto-scorpionids, duh). Next week we go underwater to play with Mosasaurs! It's flesh-gobbling fun! ... oh, and there's a plot arc, character development featuring believable interactions, a doomed goverment cover-up, and hints of something darker. If you like that sort of thing. Also (and even better) the characters all have different hair and clothes.*
I'm not going to recommend that you watch Top Gear. But I am going to point out that last night's edition featured:
Yesterday was a domestic day. I got the woodpecker door-knocker (a gift from mum) onto the wall, backed up load of music files, polyfillaed about half of the terrifying spider holes in the electrics cupboard and converted an old Le Creuset kettle into a hanging basket. Perhaps next time I should *start* with cleaning the bathroom?
The title is something someone said to me in a dream last night. I had to pick a duck, but the choice was really limited; a bespoke duck.
*If there was one thing about Torchwood that was a constant jab in the eye, it was how everyone dressed the same, even down to using the same shade of brown hair-dye. It was like looking at a Vertigo comic before Grant Morrison.
Well, are you watching I'm not going to recommend that you watch Top Gear. But I am going to point out that last night's edition featured:
- Jeremy Clarkson removing all SUVs from the Cool Wall.
- Simon Pegg sharing stories about firearms as this week's star in a reasonably priced car.
- Rocket car death-dodger Richard Hammond and the vague hairy one turning a Reliant Robin into a Space Shuttle, then launching it several thousand feet into the air on an ENORMOUS rocket. Explosive bolts, remote piloting system, the works.
- Top Gear Dog in a wind tunnel.
Yesterday was a domestic day. I got the woodpecker door-knocker (a gift from mum) onto the wall, backed up load of music files, polyfillaed about half of the terrifying spider holes in the electrics cupboard and converted an old Le Creuset kettle into a hanging basket. Perhaps next time I should *start* with cleaning the bathroom?
The title is something someone said to me in a dream last night. I had to pick a duck, but the choice was really limited; a bespoke duck.
*If there was one thing about Torchwood that was a constant jab in the eye, it was how everyone dressed the same, even down to using the same shade of brown hair-dye. It was like looking at a Vertigo comic before Grant Morrison.
- Current Mood:duck deprived
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um, yes.
There, I said it. I feel better now.
Hey, at least I'm honest.
Pretty boy rubbish student with database was either in Tracey Beaker or another kid's series called 'out of tune', I'm fairly sure.
I should get out more. Or get a different job.
oh, but it has an RSS feed! Yay!
I cannae remember.
Not that I really care....
PS Are you coming to the UK Web/Minicomix thing? This year I would like to a) arrive more than 5 minutes before closing and b) if at all possible, say hello to you. Let me know!
It would be great to talk WoM....
By the by, were you interested in either crafting or book club? I sense some life admin coming on in the near future, hopefully followed by the issuing of invitations...
The sixteen books I am reading already bar me from book club.
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Fun Home
Firebirds Rising
The Good, the bad and the Undead
Why don't Penguins' feet freeze?
The Girl with the Golden Bouffant
xxx-oholic
Fruits Basket
The Winter Book
The Encylopedia of Pteranosaurs
Seven Stars