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[freckles_and_doubt]

Hee. Watch Christopher Eccleston, who seems to be a pleasingly straightforward sort of man, do a minefield-tapdance routine trying not to be rude about The Dark Is Rising movie. He's beautifully subtextually rude. I do like a man who knows how to use his subtext.

In other news, after sleeping the sleep of the stunned for four hours yesterday afternoon and another nine last night, I may possibly have started to knit up the ravelled sleeves of wossname after the frenetics of the last two weeks. Apologies to anyone to whom I have recently been distant, rude or weird as a result of sleep-deprivation.

In other, other news, it apparently costs about R600 to have a cat put down. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Other than poorer.

Last Night I Dreamed: zombie apocalypse! Alien zombie apocalypse! An alien virus or something infected absolutely everyone in the whole world except me and one other person (a sort of quiet geeky guy I didn't know), causing them to (a) lurch after us all gnashy-teeth zombie with really bad hair, and (b) ultimately to dissolve into a puddle of fluorescent green goo and then dry out into a small, sad patch of stuff. We were mostly holed up in a rather nice library, laying low and pretending we didn't exist. At one point Zombie!rumint peered in at a window; at another we were cackled at by a particularly mad Zombie!SimonPegg with giant clown hair. Then I spent the rest of the night playing a really annoying computer game (based, I suspect, on glimpses of the Heroes of Might and Magic 5 my Evil Landlord is currently playing) in which I kept getting my armies killed because I couldn't draw complete enough circles around them to select them for movement. (An experience, I might add, curiously akin to my actual experience at playing anything Warcraft-clonal, at which I suck beyond my ability to express it. Not, of course, that that's going to stop me from wandering off to have a go at HoMM right now, on the pretext of dream-exorcism. And stuff the marking.).

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Dammit, I had high hopes for The Dark is Rising, and now I bet it will be rubbish. Chris Eccleston is definitely high on my list of favourite actors. Must go watch Shallow Grave again.

-pinK.

[(Anonymous)]

What, so you trust Eccleston's warnings but not the dire foreboding that our gracious hostess has been sharing with us lo, these many moons? Now that's just rude. ;-)

scroob

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I am actually willing to concede that Ecclestone probably knows more about the film than I do, being as how he's starring in it and all... I'm also prepared to accept that pinK may simply not have read any of my previous fulminations, an omission he may rectify by the simple expedient of clicking on the "dir(e)" tag. But I warn you, it's depressing.

Putting down

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

That's alot. We paid that and got a little urn of her ashes as well.

Last night I dreamed a really weird Neil Gaiman dream. Not pr0n, just weird.

Re: Putting down

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I'll get the ashes thing too, which I'm not actually sure I want, but said yes to under the influence of distress. It apparently arrives on Monday. I suspect I may bury it in the garden, for a complex array of reasons.

Re: Putting down

[first-fallen.livejournal.com]

My idea was to get a rose bush and bury the ashes underneath it, they like bone meal.

[rumint.livejournal.com]

Zombie rumint says "Brains..." ;)

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Zombie!rumint wasn't saying "Brains", he was doing that usual Evil DM/sneaky player thing of finding us because he'd worked out exactly where we were likely to be. Darned intelligent zombies. No fair.

[(Anonymous)]

But can you be sure ZombieSimonPegg wasn't ZombieStv?

scroob

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I can tell the difference, you know. Quite definitely Zombie!Pegg, far more manic than stv. And with more hair.

a-HEM

[maxbarners.livejournal.com]

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm manic.
FWIBBLE!
*runs around a lot*

Re: a-HEM

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Gawsh, and here I was thinking you were all calm and restrained.

You have your own brand of manic, but I honestly can't imagine you mugging for the onlookers in an enormous stand-up clown wig. That takes the peculiar kind of externalisation with which only actors and psychopaths are cursed.

I hope, at any rate. I'd hate to discover I've been sadly mistaken in your character all these years...