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chaletian♥ Katie and I are both so unfeasibly awesome that I don't fully understand how there is not a TEAR IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE each time we are in the same room.
♥ Just had some scrambled eggs for tea. They were of a good vintage. Also had pink milk. Is there anything so glorious in the pantheon of possible drinks? I don't think so. Challenge me as you will, nothing will defeat pink milk!
♥ Played online scrabble with Emma for quite a long time this afternoon (I was triumphant; unfazed as I was by her constant stream of invective and abuse, all a pathetic attempt to out-psych me. Pah I say to that!), which was fun.
♥ We are now watching Phantom of the Opera. Now, I don't want to put myself out on a critical limb here, but I think it is possible - nay, almost certain - that this is the most ludicrous film ever committed to celluloid. Christine Daaé belongs in some kind of home for the terminally bewildered. Phantom needs a psychiatrist. Minnie Driver is awesome, and I want to play that part. I can't remember if I said at the time, but I was devastated on going to see Ben in Il Trovatore at Holland Park, when I discovered that the job most suited to me was in fact that of an opera singer. Think about, mes chers. Lolling round on stage, being as melodramatic as possible, wearing big dresses, the focus of all: it's perfect for me. I think it might actually be ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS IN THE WORLD that I cannot sing a note.
♥ Apparently people are coming round to dinner tomorrow. Maybe I should possibly give some thought to that. Maybe I should think of a menu. Maybe (not to go crazy) I should acquire some food from somewhere. (Fret not: I was thinking some sort of food emporium, rather than peering into dustbins or poking around gutters.)
♥ In re my previously unposted thoughts re fundamental subjectivity of universe etc, I have apparently written about it before here and here. Lots of rambly bollocks, as far as I can make out.
♥ No more Bill Bailey in Buzzcocks. :-(
♥ We also, incidentally, watched the latest episode of Lost in Austen, which I am loving a great deal and also a lot.
♥ Just had some scrambled eggs for tea. They were of a good vintage. Also had pink milk. Is there anything so glorious in the pantheon of possible drinks? I don't think so. Challenge me as you will, nothing will defeat pink milk!
♥ Played online scrabble with Emma for quite a long time this afternoon (I was triumphant; unfazed as I was by her constant stream of invective and abuse, all a pathetic attempt to out-psych me. Pah I say to that!), which was fun.
♥ We are now watching Phantom of the Opera. Now, I don't want to put myself out on a critical limb here, but I think it is possible - nay, almost certain - that this is the most ludicrous film ever committed to celluloid. Christine Daaé belongs in some kind of home for the terminally bewildered. Phantom needs a psychiatrist. Minnie Driver is awesome, and I want to play that part. I can't remember if I said at the time, but I was devastated on going to see Ben in Il Trovatore at Holland Park, when I discovered that the job most suited to me was in fact that of an opera singer. Think about, mes chers. Lolling round on stage, being as melodramatic as possible, wearing big dresses, the focus of all: it's perfect for me. I think it might actually be ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS IN THE WORLD that I cannot sing a note.
♥ Apparently people are coming round to dinner tomorrow. Maybe I should possibly give some thought to that. Maybe I should think of a menu. Maybe (not to go crazy) I should acquire some food from somewhere. (Fret not: I was thinking some sort of food emporium, rather than peering into dustbins or poking around gutters.)
♥ In re my previously unposted thoughts re fundamental subjectivity of universe etc, I have apparently written about it before here and here. Lots of rambly bollocks, as far as I can make out.
♥ No more Bill Bailey in Buzzcocks. :-(
♥ We also, incidentally, watched the latest episode of Lost in Austen, which I am loving a great deal and also a lot.
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Date: 2008-09-21 09:15 pm (UTC)Maybe not for breakfast though.