"I think Jesus was a lesbian who loved too much."

1. Ooh. Well. Katie and I have discovered yet another TV programme. (Yes. It’s true. We are TV junkies.) We watched the first series of Hex yesterday (not as epic as it sounds: it’s English, so was about six eps). It’s a thing of beauty – sort of like Buffy crossed with the National Trust, with a scattering of fallen angels and a possibly demonic baby. And a lesbian ghost. Well, two of them, actually. One was an Egyptologist suffragette. Good times.

2. We are up to date with Jericho, now, so looking forward to the next ep. I don’t know if this is on UK television anywhere, but it’s Jolly Good. Post-apocalyptic small-town America – you can’t go wrong there. There is much love of Stanley/Mimi (and you have to love a show that provides its own shipping name: Stanley was torn between Stimi and Manley – either way, it’s lovely). Much to my horror, however, there is no Jericho section at the Pit of Voles – what is going on?

3. I might be able to do my catering qualification this summer – woohoo!

4. I tried to recreate the scrummy quiche I had at Barnes market a little while ago yesterday. Leek, goat’s cheese and thyme. It went off reasonably well, though I should have cut up the leeks into slightly smaller chunks. Also made chocolate brandy (apple juice) cake, which would have worked slightly better had I given it enough time to set. Nevermind, there’s plenty left and it’s setting away in the fridge, so all will be well.

5. Right. Guides. Boxes. I need to work out a template so that they can make them. I have the day off on Friday, on account of the Full Mooners gig on Thursday night (and bah for having a district dinner thing on the same night, so I will have to go gallivanting into London toute seule afterwards, desperately seeking my confreres), and suspect that some of it may be spent making more boxes, and arse because I forgot to email the Brownie leaders, which I must do.

6. Notwithstanding my lament of poverty on Friday, Katie and I went shopping on Saturday, ostensibly for to buy things for Katie being a bridesmaid, which went off fairly successfully, all things considered, though I managed to spend more money than I anticipated, however did get a pair of very dinky blue striped canvas shoes in New Look, with which I am rather pleased. Was dead like a dead thing by the time we got home, though – I have no stamina.

7. I have no seventh thing. Quelle horreur. Oh, yes. Watched the end of The OC yesterday, and it was un peu shocking, and has the potential for a Great Deal of Ryan family angst, which is the best thing about The OC, so I will have to try and remember to watch it next week.

One fist of iron and the other of steel; if the right one don't get you then the left one will...

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( Well, I don't know about this. I thought I was the least mysterious person in the world... )

This Much They Know, 1/1

Title: This Much They Know
Fandom(s): Jericho, Heroes, Buffy
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: A slightly odd variation on the fic concept here. Three related drabbles, in completely disparate fandoms. Spoilers for Jericho up to 1x13, Heroes for 1xwhatever we're up to, Buffy up to the end.



( Gail knows that there’s nothing that can be done. She knows that, really, there’s nothing she can do to change anything. )

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( He stares at her picture for hours. Claire Bennet. )

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( They stand there, at the edge of an abyss. Someone makes a joke, because someone always does. )

"Don't contaminate it. We can sell dodo sick on eBay."

Ah, I’m so very English. But grrrr. Let me recount a little story. The time: lunch time. The place: Oxfam, St John’s High Street. So there I was, bopping in to have a quick look at the books (yes, I’m broke, yes, I have far more books than I know what to do with…). So, is that clear? Shop, high street, lunch time. People popping in. People browsing. People wanting, presumably, to spend money there. So what’s the lunatic shop woman doing? Rearranging the books. Does she back off when people want to browse the books (I use ‘people’ deliberately: I was not the only one)? No, of course not. There she is, AT MY KNEES (because I damned well refused to move, on account of paying customer WISHING TO LOOK AT BOOKS), rearranging the bloody books! Did it not maybe, possibly, cross what passes for her mind that this was not the best time to be doing this? Did she not think, I know, I’ll rearrange these books when there are fewer people around or maybe, just to be crazy radical, when the shop is closed? Did she not even consider temporarily halting her activities when one woman in a red coat and bunches* resolutely stood looking at the books and did not budge?

No. She went right ahead. Rearranging books. By my knees.

Did I not maybe consider pointing all this out to her, in a reasonable and sensible manner?

No. Of course not. I got fed up and left, and have come to have a passive-aggressive chunter on LJ.



* Yes, yes, I know. I need to start wearing my hair in a slightly more professional manner. *lesigh* My mother would have words to say if I told her. She’s very hot on presenting oneself in a professional manner. Fair enough, though, I spose. Although she has to present herself in a professional manner to make people overlook the fact that she’s a midget.

"How much would it cost to make Windsor Castle bouncy?"

There's something dreadfully egocentric about constructing questions designed to test how well people know you. It seems rather presuming to suppose that anyone would retain any information about you. But you know me and my inability to resist such things (or maybe you don't... time will tell... *g*). Gacked from everyone in the world. I have made them quite easy, I think.


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Honestly, I'm so self-obsessed...

This one is slightly more based on the onlininess of me, rather than the athomeiness of me. Sort of.


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"No preacher is free from sin: the Archbishop of Canterbury... Abu Hamza..."

God, I shouldn't be allowed anywhere near things that are All About Me. It only encourages me.

I will admit that Katie may, possibly, have the slightest advantage on this one. Just a bit.


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