TV Rec: Wonderfalls

I have been loving Wonderfalls (a soon-cancelled show from a few years ago) so much, and then I realised I hadn't mentioned it AT ALL which is just wrong of me. It's a beautiful, beautiful programme that should NEVER have been cancelled (seriously, what is it with American networks?), about a girl called Jaye who has a philosophy degree, lives in a trailer and works in a gift shop at Niagara Falls. And animal toys talk to her. It's beautiful and funny and wonderful (and has Lee Pace from Pushing Daisies and Miss Pettigrew in it), and more people should watch it. *nods decisively*

Oh, in the immortal words of J. Samuel Snodgrass, for fuck's sake...

Katie sent me this link yesterday morning, and to be honest, leaving aside the ridiculous stupidity of the thing (what, so it's fine that for MILLENNIA people have been poncing around variously proclaiming the existence of God or gods, but SWEET BABY JEE don't let anyone suggest that the big G may not exist?), seriously, how do they expect to demonstrate to anyone that God does exist. Cuz isn't it sort of the point that no-one can? Twats.

Probably the world's most pointless post, ever. (Only probably.)

Ho hum. Saturday morning. Not much to do, except sorting out the kitchen and making some bread. Also, my room is a tip, as per, but I'm actually fine with that at the moment. So, la. Feeling a bit peckish, though. May have to go and find some food. And I suppose I could get dressed, but to be honest I'm not really sold on that as a plan. I've got a little plot bunny to write this weekend, so I may do that. Also, my shoulder doesn't hurt as much, so yay.

Just a little bit of Saturday fun...

Woo! Quote meme time!



1. It took more than an hour to torrent the last episode of Doctor Who! Leverage, katie__pillar

2. Because I'm a lily-livered, bleeding-heart, liberal, egghead communist. The West Wing, euphrosyna

3. What's the point of living in a trailer park if you can't take in the local color? And by that I mean spy on the freaks. Wonderfalls, katie__pillar

4. We paid for this seat! And I think it's a damn liberty we should have to stand for it as well! Blackadder III, euphrosyna

5. Stakeouts. Long, endless hours fueled by cheap food and even cheaper coffee, but tonight Mossad Officer Lisa didn't seem to mind, because she was getting to spend it with Agent Tom... NCIS, katie__pillar & athersgeo

6. Well, let's just say the last time I was in this situation, I wasn't using a paintball gun. Spaced, keladeekadys

7. I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian fighting adze when I suddenly thought, "Perhaps ... has had a vision." Angel, keladeekadys

8. I’m thinking about getting an Adamantium helmet.

9. So you'll ask unofficially. And I can give you reasonable assurances that the head of Security will not report you for doing so. Babylon 5, athersgeo

10. If this is where you keep the wine, where do you keep your clothes?

(no subject)

Question: can I be bothered to get dressed* and go down to Sainsbury's to get some wine to make dinner with?




*And by dressed I must confess I mean merely "put clothes over my nightie" because I'm classy like that.

Icon Meme. Baa.

MAH ICONS.

default	oldest	newest
saddest	happiest	angriest
cutest	sexiest	funniest
fave ship	fave fandom	fave animated
best quote	best textless	best stolen idea
use the most	favorite

HOW MANY ICONS DO YOU HAVE: 111
OUT OF HOW MANY AVAILABLE ICONS SPACES: 115
IF YOU COULD BUY SPACE FOR MORE, WOULD YOU: Maybe.
DO YOUR ICONS MAKE A STATEMENT: From time to time.
WHAT FANDOM DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: Babylon 5
AND THE SECOND MOST: Supernatural
WHAT SHIP DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: Tony & Ziva (though it's only two; I obviously don't have very shippy icons!)
ARE YOUR ICONS MADE MOSTLY BY OTHER PEOPLE: Yep.
DO YOU MAKE ICONS: Yes.
ARE THEY ANY GOOD: Sometimes.
ANIMATED ICONS ARE: Joyous. Except for the shit ones.

DO THE MEME.
Coding can be found here

*girds loins*

OK. I'm braving the freezing wastes of White Hart Lane. I may be some time...

Um. In that I might get stuck at the level crossing. Not that I'm going to manfully sacrifice myself to the cold and (imaginary) snow, or anything. I'm not mental.

So, about that "girding loins" thing?

Yeah. Not working out like I planned. But it's all warm and cozy in my bed, and it's bound to be fucking freezing out, what with this freakish approximation of an ice age which seems to have enveloped most of England.

But, meh. Must Not Be Shit. Will brush hair as a preliminary step, and see how events proceed from there...

"Dude, you're confusing porn with reality again..."

Hmmmm. Watching the last episode of Supernatural before the current hiatus, and I really am not at all sure about the direction the show is going in. I mean, seriously. Weird.

"Yeah, but Jar Jar Binks makes the Ewoks look like... fuckin'... Shaft."

In the end, I was brave. Nay, valiant. And it was SO COLD and I got stuck at the level crossing both ways FOR SO DAMNED LONG, that I feel my Captain Oates quote was only too appropriate. Apart from the part where I nobly commited suicide in a desperate bid to save my comrades. Which I didn't do so much. Meh. It's a Saturday. You can only expect so much.

So I had my little trip to Sainsbury's at the bottom of White Hart Lane (the controversial one, which is trying so ridiculously hard to prove that it's as chock-full of community spirit as any old local shop, it's hilarious). I bought (just so you're fully up-to-date on Fangirl Towers' recent purchases) some parsley, a strudel, and a bottle of wine (unlike katie__pillar, I did not get IDed, which is almost a shame as I had composed a splendid diatribe on the subject in my THREE HOURS FREEZING TO DEATH AT THE LEVEL CROSSING, WITH NO TRAINS AT ANY TIME ON THE HORIZON, which would culminate in my imperiously summoning the manager and slaying him with my lorgnette, a plan only minimally hampered by the fact that I am not in possession of such an eye-piece). And in browsing the shelves, I saw this:



WTF? What is it with people? White sauce is made using margarine, flour and milk, and costs about tuppence ha'penny. Why in the name of all that is sparkly would anyone buy a jar of the stuff costing £1.90? Pah, I say. I pity the fool.

Anyway, enough of other people. What, I am sure you are all anxious to know, have I been doing today? Well, I didn't get dressed, that's for damn sure as mustard. I do see some kind of washing in my future, though. Tant pis. I made some tomato and onion bread, which bizarrely exploded in the oven, but which seems reasonably tasty. Then I made some broccoli and stilton soup. Also made pollo alla cacciatore (which was actually quite tasty, though not sure about the inclusion of beans, at least when combined with rice) from my Nigella Express cookbook, which was going to be my challenge recipe, but then I made chocolate macaroons from the same book, and ACTUALLY TOOK AN ACTUAL PHOTO, which struck me as a fine plan, so will be endeavouring to do that in the future. Oh yes. Multimedia is the future. Maybe one day I'll make Katie film me cooking something. How exciting would that be, huh? Huh? I know, you can all barely think from the glee...

Cookery Book: Nigella Express
Provenance: Christmas present from Chris in 2007
Picture Level: I salute you, Nigella. Nice, pretty pictures for everything

Recipe: Chocolate macaroons
Ingredients: Ground almonds, cocoa powder, icing sugar, egg whites
Why Chosen: Um, it was a pretty picture? Also, we have about fifty eggs to use on account of that whole Abel & Cole thing
Outcome: Mmm, tasty. I had one with a tiny miniature glass of milk: I would highly recommend that manner of consumption
Mess Created: Not so much, really. Go me!



And we watched the most recent episode of Supernatural (which, admittedly, is from a little while ago), about which the less said the better, I think. ( Spoilers. )

And then we watched the first two eps of Wonderfalls. And I made the macaroons, and have come to bed with the intention of reading a bit of trashy romance. Yay.