growl

Either our bloody video machine has just died, or the Evil Landlord and Neil between them have stuffed the settings so it doesn't play (they were trying to play digital camera video clips last weekend). I cannot watch either videos or DVDs - our TV is old and decrepit and can only read DVDs through the video machine. I am stomping around the house in a HUFF, since I'd planned to veg out in front of Pirates of the Carribbean this evening. Hell hath no fury like a woman denied perfectly gratuitous eye-candy.

Given the remote possibility that it was the Evil Landlord who stuffed it up, the only reason he's still living is because he bought wood for bookshelves today, so there's an offchance the Tottering Book Crisis may be averted in the near future. Which is just as well on several fronts, really.

Have become strangely addicted to the Dandy Warhols's "Bohemian Like You", which has self-consciously wicked lyrics. "I guess it's fair if he always pays the rent,and he doesn't get bent about sleeping on the couch when I'm there, cause I like you, yeah I like you, and I'm feeling so Bohemian like you..." Catchy. *bops quietly*

Dandy Warhols notwithstanding, shall stomp disgruntledly off to bed.