bloody mafflards

Clearly the bloggery is all about the postmodern fragmentation at the moment. Sigh.

1. Woe! David Tennant to leave Doctor Who!. Apparently he buggers off after the four 2009 specials, callously refusing to stay and see what Steven Moffat does with the series. If this is loyalty to Russell T. Davies, I think it's a tad misguided. Also, woe. Deep, fangirly woe.


2. Also on the woe front, the traffic this morning was ostentatiously unpleasant. What the hell's with these sudden days when every dweeb and his pomeranian suddenly has to be between me and campus, expanding a ten-minute trip into 35? It seems to follow no logic, pattern or external stimulus that I can discern. I am extremely grumpy as a result. Bloody mafflards. (Today's worthless word, meaning "blundering fool". Essential vocabulary in our day and age).


3. Superhero Munchkin! I spent most of yesterday evening with the Cleavage Stun superpower, at an additional +2 because of my Spray-On Costume. At intervals I also burst into flame. The Hero set is, perhaps appropriately, overpowered: we were all ridiculously rife with abilities and items by the final few rounds, and the nemesisisises didn't really get a look-in. Also, possibly Watchmen had something: super-heroing apparently brings out the nasty in most of us. Alternatively, it was just jo taking on khoi_boi's patented shit-stirring role, causing us to all rapidly descend to her level. Sorry about all the theatrical recrimination, jo. It was righteous pwnage.


4. Current second favourite Eurythmics song from Peace. Another lovely tune. (Again without the video, they seem to routinely disable embedding. Phooey.)
   
   
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