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Seeing as I've been such a misery guts of late

(*barring emergency)

So, this week will be posts of happy making things only.

Today's is the fact I have a big old glass of booze that I am slowly working my way through.

And I have 5 series of True Blood that I am whizzing through. (apart to start season 5, don't spoil me.) I'm not sure how I managed to avoid this previously, but oh it is fun. Prettiness and ridiculousness and oh my god, did I mention the pretty and the sex and the funny. I am watching it at a shameful rate and the world is permeating my dreams all night - nothing concrete, just the general sense of being in that world. Mainly with Eric as a background character throughout.

I thought SPN was overwhelmingly full of the pretty, but this is beauty x a thousand, and they're all naked, all the time.

(Which leads me to wonder, why exactly did my colleague decide "I knew *you'd* love it." !)

I haven't done fiction yet, trying to avoid spoiling - but I'm not sure who I'd want to read about. I don't have a stand out pairing or character - I love them all and it makes me smile when I'm watching.

:)
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I started to watch Big School today - managed 10 minutes before giving up. It's just, it almost felt like a school production, ridicuous OTT 'jokes' lacking in any degree of subtlety. And when it wasn't overpoweringly unsubtle it hit me in my second hand embarrassment squick. So I gave up. Philip Glenister notwithstanding.

Another thing I can't bear to watch, but for entirely different reasons, is the opening credits to True Blood. They creep me out so much, they make me feel anxious and want to cry. Which is bizarre because the show does no such thing. (I'm really enjoying the show, it's rich and funny and deliciously out there.

And taking the 'links' to ridiculous lengths;'talking of delicious...' - The Great British Bake Off has started. Yay. I love Sue and I love Mel'n'Sue and it's good and yes.

Oh, and as an aside, an offender's father threatened to hang me today. Way to start a Friday morning, death threats before 9.30.

Such fun.
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I've never seen this show - I found this clip by following a link from tvtropes - but three things have made me watch it over and over, even when I don't think the Not!Alex O'Loughlin can act very well.

1. Oh God, I would never have thought AOL with long curly hair would be this pretty. And all the long sleeve black going on.

2. At 1.50ish, he says "he has my Beth." and that one little sentence, not even that, just the two words "my Beth", just melt something inside me that I can't identify. It's not a lust thing. There's just something.

3. The way Not!AOL lays him so gently on the table.

I mean, I'm not going to lie, the panting, struggle, gasping, glaring close sextensionlustslash of it all isn't a hardship either, but in the main it's those three little things.

Has anyone watched it? (Moonlight) - is this a representative clip?*


*I actually wrote the word representational? WTF?
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In Deep fic, so there's only one person in the entire world who will be interested in reading it, but I dun it nonetheless.

Story: Character Assassination: to thine own self be true.
Author: Lolabobs
Characters: Garth O'Hanlon, Liam Kettman, Nicola Kettman,
Rated: 18? I don't know - Reference to suicidal ideation, violence and child abuse.
Spoilers: All three seasons.

Summary: Garth has an unfortunate tendency to fall in love with the people he sleeps with.

(Inspired in part by [livejournal.com profile] jekesta and her delight in this show (and specific episode reactions) and her generosity in loaning me the discs and enabling me to delight in it too.)

Character Assassination )
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I can't get into my hotmail account. This is dreadful. All my feedback from any fic I've written is on there - I can't get in and I can't access the change the password option because none of my answers to security questions are accepted. This is so frustrating.

Argh.
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After the excesses of yesterday, I have been lazy today - a desultory amount of housework this morning, followed by hours of dvd watching. In Deep again, which I will react to properly tomorrow because I am very tired now and have very few words. But I will say how noticeable in my recent viewings of Lewis, In Deep and other such British shows, how very noticeable that some actors are *always* the bad guy. So much so that I can't decipher if mistrust of such characters comes from the role and how they are performing or my instant knowledge that they will be the murderer/sneak/mad axeman.

Like I said, I aim to write more about In Deep later. But for now, all I can say is "Oh Garth."

I made pasta earlier, which was lovely, but now I'm hungry and I've frozen the other portions, and now I'm regretting taking all the cookies to work in the week.

In Deep!

Jul. 12th, 2013 09:08 pm
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Jennifer sent me In Deep. Along with a gloriously glittery Get Well greeting.

Yay!

I don't like it at all. Garth is called Garth. He has an awful accent and awful hair and appears to be styled to be the worst looking he could ever look ever. He's called Garth.

Liam is Nick Berry.

It's dreadful.

Which is why I've watched Season 1 in a day and a bit and am about to start on season 2. Liam's dysfunctional marriage is crumbling and it feels all 90s gritty even though it was made later than that, and Meera Syal is the psychologist and is wry (and breaking probably every rule invented.) And Garth gets wonderfully attached and vulnerable. And the second episode, with the paedophiles was the best. Garth cried and I found him disturbingly appealing when he was in the prison and yes. Liam and Garth appear to ignore each other and don't do deep and meaningfuls and yet.

I'm off to watch the next episode. (eta: Ian McShane oh my goodness.)

Thank you Jennifer for In Deep and the gloriously glittery Get Well greeting.

((HUGS))
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I live in a seaside town, and the seagulls have their babies on the local rooftops every year. A few years ago there was a baby wandering round the road after it fell from the nest and, for a brief period of time, the street was adorned with small bowls of food and water outside every other door - which warmed the heart. Until someone shot it.

Today, there was a dead seagull atop my car. It showed no signs of injury, no wounds, but was (apparently, I made Mother go look when she visited) just dead on the car, with food in its mouth. I don't know what kills seagulls, if it could be natural causes, or if someone has poisoned it. The roof above has a dead chick on it. Not sure whether poison killed both, or whether the parent gull died and the chick died as a result. Further distressing me, is the fact that I can't be sure if there is another chick on the roof, (it's too dark to see, I spotted something that might be just as dusk was settling, there was nothing noticeable all day.) And if it is, I don't know if it's now abandoned or if the other parent seagull is tending it. Do they care in pairs? There are so many seagulls in the street, it's impossible to tell if any sounds are coming from a chick on that roof, or one of the others. It's unsettling me.

I'm also unsettled as I don't know whether I should go to work tomorrow. Realistically, I don't think I should. I would have to leave for a 90 minute drive for a morning's training, leaving at 7.30am, before moving on to a prison visit (more driving) in the afternoon. I'm still exhausted, have had two naps today and feel bleurgh. So, logically, I know I shouldn't even be thinking about it. BUT I no longer feel like death, so feel guilty at being absent on sick. Plus I will have to phone in sick tomorrow and still struggle under the thought if you call in sick you should *sound* sick.

It's stupid. I won't have the energy to do a day's travelling. I am still worn out, I have some residual pain and I am wan. it is very unlikely that I shall go in, but I shall not sleep fretting about it, and I shall feel sick until I call, and guilty after I do. You can see why I have never ever 'pulled a sickie' in my life, can't you.

I just feel bleurgh in general today.

Oh, but to end on a positive note, I watched Raymond Blanc tonight and he is soooo slashy. He has a chef mini me assistant. (Sous chef? I don't know his rank) called Adam (Although Raymond pronounces it all French and sweet and A-dam) and they have a fun relationship. But today Raymond was chasing him with a spritzy water bottle. And then, as if this little bromance with Adam isn't enough, he went to an Australian butcher and whilst they were carving up some beef, the butcher was saying how the clavicle was "just the right shape to spank a french chef" and how he would like Raymond there "all the time to hold my meat." Later they were drinking beer together, with Raymond asking "Why is yours bigger than mine".

So there's that.
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My car broke. No it didn't. The battery broke. It has to have an MOT soon and I think it got nervous. Performance anxiety, y'know. So, We communed for around 80 minutes yesterday, in the bitter cold, in the dark, with rain and wind whistling around and my bladder screaming for attention. We waited together and shared confidences and then the magic car man came and poked things inside the car and left 3 minutes later, having instructed me to spend yet more quality time with the car. I made it through 28 of the 30 minutes I was supposed to drive around before my bladder gave me a final ultimatum.

But today the nice kwik fit man gave us a brand new battery, free of charge (courtesy of their guarantee thing) and together we swept around with the wind in our hair exulting in our new found energy.

(My battery has not been charged, I remain a lacklustre, fatigued and apathetic creature, but 1/2 aint bad.)

Otherwise this week I have survived the dentist and the doctor and a blood test at work. I've watched Call the Midwife and Broadchurch and Soldier soldier, and Oh my goodness were Robson and Jerome ever so young?
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I have a ginormous fruit salad in the fridge. Every time I make it I tell an invisible audience how to slice the grapefruit. Not a cookery show type audience, just an invisible individual person. They never really seem interested and I can't say I blame them. I tell them the same thing every time. I have (different) conversations (not related to laundry technique) with a (different) person whenever I hang up laundry too. Not sure why. That person is a priest.

Erm.

Lunch tomorrow was going to be eggs, but I haven't any. So far I've cobbled together fruit salad, salted popcorn and dates. I'm sure that will be fine to see me through the day. As a happy by product of this search I've discovered how nicely dates and bacon go together.

I was going to watch a film today, but dithered too long over which to pick, so saw none.

I saw Les Miserables at the cinema on Thursday and really liked it, the running time flew by and it was grand. Mainly. But last night I sat down to watch it again and all I could see was Hugh Jackman's fleshy lips. It was a disappointment.

And I watched Ripper Street and might be beginning to ship Bennet and Jackson.
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I've finally caught up with my viewing with the help of a day under a duvet with a hot water bottle :)

Suits )

I also saw white collar )

And then there was SPN )

I also had H50 )

And finally Lewis )

In briefer verdicts, Miranda was fun the past two weeks, very much liked the guy in the shop. Ripper Street was less so this week and I haven't watched Call the Midwife yet. (I know it looks loads, but these are the only shows I watch all week.)





*Rick Hoffman, I went and looked and he's only 6 months older than me! I thought he was in his 50s. Oops, sorry Rick Hoffman. Although that's probably a compliment to your acting, so actually you're welcome Rick Hoffman.

** Titus Welliver - yes he was, he was in Suits too - fancy that.
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We have snow, but not as much as they keep telling us we're going to have. Which, I don't even like snow, but I can't help but feel cheated.

Work has been weird - Monday started by going in and finding out that one of the receptionists had been sacked abruptly late Friday, which was unsettling. It's sad that all the expressions of sympathy were empathic in nature, frather than genuinely upset that the particular person had gone. Sad too that the reactions went from "Gosh, really why?" to "who's covering her work?" very quickly. She was an odd and not overly pleasant person though, so I guess that's been reflected.

Anyway, after that, Tuesday there were men on the roof making ridiculous amounts of noise. Removing some form of structure, which resulted in Wednesday, walking into an office with caved in ceilings, debris and muck and much water everywhere. (Thankfully not my office space). Much dispute has arisen between contractors and management as to the extent and cause of damage. (contractors are positing the theory that it was a coincidental ceiling catastrophe and naught to do with their removing roof tiles and failing to secure any cover...)

Friday saw confirmation that, once again, they are moving staff around, shifting people's desks and locations and general disruption. Have yet to have any real explanation as to why. Of course, we all have so much free time that a few more days wasted packing up and relocating is not going to be a problem. \sarcasm.

Anyhoo.

On top of that it's been a crappy week, I've been speaking to Debs around the loss of her mother and it's heartbreaking just on a compassionate level, but of course, it's bringing far too much to the fore about Dad - and as a consequence I'm dreaming horribly (or about my late boss*, which is equally disturbing if not emotionally distressing) On a lighter note though, I did dream that my bathroom taps were possessed by an evil spirit so I attempted an exorcism by singing Amazing Grace at them...

I don't think Sam'n'Dean ought to try that anytime soon (although it would be amusing to watch, perhaps less so than the current eps!)

On the tv front - I'm watching; SPN, this week's episode was good, but emotionally bleak. H5O which was, well, rather ridiculous of course, but enjoyable nonetheless. Ripper Street - similarly ridiculous, but managing to seem believable while I watch and I really like it and I have Suits still to watch. Oh and Lewis! I don't like it in two halves and I don't like where it's going but I'm enjoying the journey, and there was a dramatic moment when Hathaway looked sooo young and vulnerable and oh.

And my tummy hurts still and I've been feeling bleak all week, but I bought myself a new duvet cover and I won £5 on a scratchcard and I'm trying t hold on to the bright side.

*did I mention that walking into work a couple of weeks back I clearly and distinctly heard his voice? There was just me in the corridor and two women in the staff room. Strange. He would have found the concept of haunting the place amusing though, so I'm not perturbed.
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I watched the first ten minutes of the first episode today and I thought it was all a bit of a blur and I probably wouldn't bother overly much. And then it was the suddenly the end of the second episode and the next one isn't on for another hour and I find myself impatient.

It's got Jerome Flynn in it. When I worked in London back in the days of Soldier Soldier I used to daydream about him coming into my shop (I worked in a plus size women's clothes shop, so I'd imagine he was shopping for clothes for a role - I was very much younger). I used to love Soldier Soldier. It was my first fandoming with another person. This was before the internet, or even mobile phones, but my friend (who was in Manchester at the time) would watch the show, then phone each other to squeak about it. I used to rps him and Robson before I even knew what that was. And Mary Sue them too. (Daydreaming was a lot more fun before you realised you were doing a thing. I once sat on my floor, watching a version of Frankenstein (the one where the monster could talk and was beautiful before he stopped being beautiful and it was very sad), wrapping my Christmas presents, while imagining that Robson and Jerome were sitting on my bed behind me and cuddling for the first time.)

Anyway. He is in it and has a beard and looks very much better. He disappeared for a while and I occasionally pictured him being sad while Robson soared into fame and every show on earth. Jerome was an animal lover and I wonder if he's sad that Robson does fishing. I probably still have their cd somewhere.

None of this is in anyway going to make you like Ripper Street. Well the beardy Jerome might. It is very much of the ilk of RDJ's Holmes, even to the extent of Jerome bareknuckle boxing in the first one. But it kind of works nonetheless. There's talk of the Pinkerton detectives, the birth of forensic investigation and cuts that make it feel more graphic than it is. I think I shall like it.
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Belated Happy New Year. Lj was petulant every time I tried to post at an appropriate time, so I played it at its own game and stopped trying. Ha! I can outsulk you lj, anytime you like.

In the meantime, I have been to work - which was rubbish as usual. Oh, but the foul man - I saw him again (We bumped into him in the street over Christmas) and he started out aggressive, before moving on to quiz me about who I was out with when he saw me and what I did over Christmas. (A while ago he asked me if I knew what it was like to go through a divorce, I gave my standard answer that I don't talk about my personal life at work from which he has intuited (!) that I am divorced with children - he continues with this idea, I continue to give no information other than generalised "yes, I had a nice Christmas"). I then had to talk to him about a missed appointment, making it clear that a second missed apt would result in a return to Court, he was sulky about this. Then announced "You need to find another job." He repeated himself, then added "You're too good for Probation. I like you."

UGH UGH UGH.

Who'd have thought I pined for threats!

Work aside there was a New Year's Eve. Which was quiet but I can't be bothered to write about it. I was going to comment on the Jools Holland programme, but I realise I can't spell it. It was enjoyable anyway!

I have made some resolves and am going to do a book for them in a minute. If I get organised enough I will scan it.

Oh, I watched The Hobbit. Not in the cinema, I wasn't overly interested really, but then it became available and I thought I might as well and it far exceeded my expectations. (I had none, well, I expected to be bored). I have no knowledge of the source (I should read it really) and so none of it offended me and although there were bits that I initially wasn't clear on (I struggled to tell Orcs and Goblins apart for a while) I did enjoy it and even have interest and anticipation for seeing the next installments. Hell, be truthful, I'm even tempted to watch it again. Plus Richard Armitage is very easy on the eye.

Miranda - I watched her too (twice) and enjoyed it muchly.

The decorations (such that they were) came down in all locations I am linked to - at work I was called "The Bauble Police" because I insisted they came down Friday so as not to pass Twelfth Night.

I have increased medication for my ulcer issues, I have multi vitamins and I have a headache.

I was succesfully outbid on something on ebay that I bid impulsively for and regretted. (Joules did a breakfast giftset for Christmas. I wanted the bowls that came with it but wasn't overly bothered by the box of porridge oats, the toast racks or the eggcups (I already have the eggcups). I was going to buy it half price in the sale, but they sold out. I became a bit obsessed, found it on ebay and bid in a moment of ridiculousness - thankfully someone was even more silly than me and outbid me (paying more than full price ultimately PLUS postage.) The bowls are pretty though.)

Then I undone the good work by paying £36 on a dish drainer. £36! More stupidity, provoked by a "I have a coupon to get £10 off if I spend £50 and I want the cheap perfume (that was a bargain at half price) and I need to buy something else to take it over £50 and... yes, I know it's rubbish. My bank account is struggling after Christmas anyway and I need to economise not buy unneeded things. On the other hand it is very pretty.

I shan't tell you about the sink tidy I bought to go with it, or the new duvet cover.
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It's tipping it down with rain, which means staying in - which should mean doing lots of housework. So far it's meant sitting shivering on the sofa.

Yesterday I started housework and felt quite productive about it - I did the bathroom and most of the kitchen - then I found my Police voting thing and ended up on line researching the candidates. I wasn't overly happy with my choices, and probably voted for the wrong reasons, but I voted. So there's that. I don't think they should provide pictures of the people. It makes it very difficult. I didn't vote according to how they looked, but I did have to concentrate not to reject the creepy looking one just 'cos they looked creepy.

Then there was no more housework as I had to take Mother shopping. (note to self: NEVER enter a supermarket on a Saturday again.) And then we went to see Anita, who is now home from hospital and making brilliant recovery, but oh my goodness the scars! They'll fade wonderfully of course, but right now it looks as if someone has cut her half! She's doing really well though.

Friday I went to the theatre - went to see an amateur Production of Mort - I was really wary, because with the exception of Going Postal, I think the tv adaptations have been quite dreadful, but I was very pleasantly surprised. It was very well done, and Death - Death was done fantastically and his voice was spot on (although [profile] ugerchucker - I think your costume was better!)

Oh and tv... I watched Derren Brown's Apocalypse yesterday - did anyone else see it? I haven't seen any comments, only on twitter when I hunted them down - I loved it. I can't watch tv shows aimed to humiliate people, but it appears that I can watch them be tortured! I loved the second half, and got goosebumps a couple of times. And yes, I'll be honest with myself: I love h/c and so we got the torment and then at the end a good dose of comfort! I do love Derren Brown.

And finally SPN - I'm really enjoying this season - It's like we've clicked with each other again and I'm really enjoying each episode. And I'm really surprised that I haven't seen any Dean/Benny fic yet!

And now it's still raining, I'm still freezing cold (so much so it's affecting my typing!) and I'm still on the sofa.
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okayness )

rubbishness )

I have also grown, over the last few weeks to hate the colour of every single one of my walls. I have no desired colour springing up in my mind, just a generous hatred of every tone and shade. Most loathed are the bathroom (dark blue) and the front room (shades of green). I might paint everything pink. I probably won't.
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GBBO )

Oh but Sue, your trousers...
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The sky keeps rumbling like it has indigestion.

There are neighbours on the corner of the street involved in an altercation. When I arrived home they were standing there in some kind of four way stand off. Then they made peace, then they started shouting, then they threatened to call the police, now they're yelling, then they stop. Someone is now alternating between yelling "F*ck you" and "I love you" and it's horribly unsettling. This is also the house with the person that I had to do an induction for at work, so I'm doubly disconcerted.

I've been feeling rubbish all week, very low - that kind of oppressive mist of melancholy and apathy.

So I've spent all week putting off booking a hair cut - which means when I did book, the only free slot was at 8.45 tomorrow. I hate mornings!

I had other plans for the week, diy plans, or cupboard sorting or... and all I've done is sit under my duvet reading, or sorting things at mother's. We got rid of a spare wardrobe yesterday, and two record players of Dad's - which makes me feel pointlessly guilty.

I watched tv too. H50 was ridiculous, having abandoned any degree of plausibility, but most of it enjoyably so. SPN )
Oh and that sitcom,is it Partners? I've deleted the episodes so I can't remember, but the pilot was awful (in a sweet and desperately sad way) and yet I've watched the subsequent two episodes and they've gotten better and it's working and yes. Oh and TBBT, I watched that too, but that's been a bit meh. It sounds as if I've watched loads of telly, but apart from GBBO, that's all I've watched.

I love GBBO, Everything about it (except Brendan), even the close ups of snails. Sainsbury's sell merchandise for the show, and GBBO looks rather uncouth, especially lain against bucolic countryside backgrounds as it is.

We went to Sainsbury's and bought cakes. They were on an offer and so we had three each (for the week not just one day.) Mum bought 3 of the same cake, I went for variety. Consequently Mum had three eclairs to eat, reliable and consistent. I had three different cakes, none of which were in the slightest bit nice.

The neighbours are still shouting.
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First things first: [livejournal.com profile] kassidy62 thank you for my panda! So cute.

The window man arrived 90 minutes late and was here less than 5 minutes. I'm so glad I took the day off for that.

Trailers - trailers have been the theme of the day.

I saw The Hobbit trailer ) I know I'm in the minority in not really caring about LOTR and Hobbit. I know that's internet sacrilege but there it is. (it's not that I didn't like them. On the contrary I remember finally watching the dvds and being deeply impressed and I watched all three movies in quick succession - it's just that, well I don't remember it. Seriously, of the three movies I can recall the ending of the first, a visual image of elves talking near some water and the "I will carry you" thing. Yes I know it's a misquote, I'm paraphrasing and I probably only remember that because it was said in Dangerous Lady. I know it's shameful perhaps but, um, yes. So the trailer? Intrigued me in that Guy of Gisbourne is in it. Martin Freeman seemed very cute and appealing and I was filled with the feeling of recognition and homecoming when I saw old familiar faces. But that was it. Sack me from the interwebs now.

I also saw the H50 trailer ) and just. Ugh. I stick by 'my' shows. I remain hopeful, ever hopeful, so I will watch and I will hold out for the good bits, but watching that. Just made me lose any of the optimism I was clinging on to.

Surprisingly though the SPN trailer ) made me more intrigued and hopeful than I have been since midway through season 6. Pessimistically hopeful, if one can be that, but flashes of hope nonetheless.

And then I watched Lewis; Generation of Vipers and got to see )

From that you may conclude that I have had a lazy and you'd be right - although sandwiched between frenzied house cleaning (and litter changing!) this morning and the horrors of grocery shopping this evening.

And now work looms loomingly.

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