Diary of a Suburban Squeen

Apologies for the evening spam, but I would just like to let you all know that this post is brought to you by (a) the Sweeney Todd soundtrack (tragically for Katie, Katherine and Helen, they had to listen to me singing "I have sailed the world and seen its wonders / From the Dardenelles to the mountains of Peru / And there's no place like London..." over and over yesterday; I revisited the theme while walking down the station path this evening in a bid to scare off the fox that was lurking around) and (b) MY BIG LAPTOP WHICH HAS BEEN RESURRECTED! Praise the computer lords, it's a miracle... The key seems to be taking out the battery when it's not in use. I mun bear that in mind next time.

Eh bien, my chickadees, the promised post. And let me begin by saying how much I fail at life at the moment. Last Saturday I was supposed to go to Megan's birthday party; on Sunday, Katherine and Helen were coming round for a planning meeting etc. Didn't do either; just sat around feeling crap and miserable. And then I was planning to go to the Taking Liberties exhibition at the British Library with people, and due to waiting in for parcel which was fated never to arrive, didn't. Boo. Anyway, trying to be better now...

Anyway, back to liberties. Well, aren't we just a bit proud of ourselves? Odd, really, given that a police officer was recently suspended for being a member of the BNP, and the Church of England has just declared that its members (I am unclear whether they mean clergy or everyone; I assume the former) cannot belong to the BNP. Let me make my viewpoint clear. I think the BNP are shit. Nevertheless, they are a valid political party and I'm sorry but you just can't tell people they can't belong to a political party!! I'm sorry, where has the concept of freedom of association gone? What's wrong with people?

So, Supernatural, eh? I've been going off it ever so slightly what with the very serious angel aspect, though it still has its joyful moments. But women. Oh, the women. Now, I don't really do meta, or proper thinking, or providing evidence or anything, but it seems to me that they can't really do women except within the narrow confines of angel and whore. Or, to expand it slightly, it's all woman as "mother" or "helpless victim wife" or "bratty younger sister-type" or "betrayer" or whatever. It's a bit shit. I think Ellen was the best they've had, and I do think Jo had potential, but other than that they're mostly just female ciphers. Or something.

Anyway, I was going to tell you about my computer. MY COMPUTER AS WHAT DIED!!!. OMG, it was so traumatic!! I didn't know how I was going to cope. It was broken for a few days, and all was grief and woe around me. Then I shook it violently and it seemed to perk up a bit, so at the moment it's working: long may it last, though I am sceptical. But it matters not, because I have the world's most bee-you-tiful tiny laptop (a Compaq Mini 700) which is gorgeous and shiny and tiny and utterly adorable, and which I am using RIGHT NOW to post this. I LOVE IT AND WANT TO HAVE TINY ROBOT BABIES WITH IT!

Otherwise: it snowed, wheee! Katie and I went and played in Richmond Park and it was just lovely. All praise South West Trains, and the buses, and the tubes and everything for being shit and not working (even though, to be fair, there was an Awful Lot of snow).

Xanthe: fan museum - woo - when would you like to go. Rest assured I know NOTHING about fans and thus will feel free to wander around talking a load of bollocks on subjects about which I know nothing. I have never believed in letting no factual knowledge get in the way of my pretensions to education... though it would be so much easier if they didn't include those damned signs with actual FACTS and suchlike to stymie my best attempts at creativity...

Heigh ho. That's about all for now. Except, ooh, on Tuesday I was at home, and I made bread and enough leek and potato soup for an army, and washed the kitchen floor, and yesterday I actually swept and mopped the bathroom. I FEEL SO PROUD.

1. Boris Johnson for Mayor - WTF?

2. Paris - woohoo! It was ace. At some point there will probably be a post with pictures and stuff.

3. Steve Carlson gig on Friday - also ace. Helped by application of vodka. Being a midget is no fun, but darling helenmia gave me her spot so I could actually see things.

4. We have a new external harddrive and printer/scanner. With the three laptops, living room looks like explosion of terminator factory.

5. Watched NCIS and Bones last night while making/munching on tuna/lentil spectacular. Bones is SO SWEET my head is going to explode from it all.

6. Watched Kiss Kiss Bang Bang last night, which was vee good indeed, any may have to be pur-chased for the pater.

7. I bought a new cardigan. It's red.

I appear to have lost my watch. I am sad. That is, hopefully it's not lost, just in the flat somewhere, but I usually only take it off in the bathroom and the kitchen, and it's not there. Wah. I love my watch.

In brighter news, I'm just about to bop off to meet xanantha to wander around the Cabinet War Rooms; the cable man has fixed the cable (we needed to reboot the modem each time we switched between computers, Katie, though I tried that and it still didn't work with mine); and I have set up the wireless network for FT. It's called Marjorie (Katie, I connected your laptop to it too). Huzzah. Anyway, I had best leap off now. Time, it confuses me when I have no watch.

I have a computer! A computer with the internet! It's so very, very exciting...

Ee, this whole Warriors for Innocence (what a ludicrous name, honestly!) thing is a bit random. People like that scare me.

Anyway, on to happier things. I have a laptop!! It's very new and very shiny and very lovely and I am v happy with it. I might even have been hugging it on the train home yesterday. Sadly, the internet cable driver thing doesn't recognise Vista, so I can't get the internet in the PF - might take it down to FT tonight when I take some clothes down, and see if it can pick up the wifi from the pub across the road. Sadly, I will not be able to load my free and lovely Microsoft Office, because it's on floppy disks (*g* it's Office 3.11 or something - my mother had it at work about a million years ago, and one installs that, and then upgrades to Office 2003 with the parental upgrade disk - it's a beautiful scheme, but sadly one that does not work with the computers of today due to lack of floppy drive), but will install Open Office, and it will all be fine. I have put on some music, but a random selection consisting of "CDs that were mixed up with computer disks and are thus rarely listened to" (Jewel - 0304; K's Choice - The Great Subconscious Club; K's Choice - Paradise In Me), as well as Caroline.

Have more or less finished packing up little room now; just need to clear out the rubbish and deal with the little bits left over. And then I need to do my bedroom. Fortunately, it's mostly just piles of clothes, but God knows what's under my bed. Heigh ho. We should be all done by Saturday. And people came to take away yet more furniture last night, so we're starting to look very bare.

Ooh, and my post yesterday was It's A Boy/Girl Thing and Supernatural 2.1 - yoicks! We watched the former last night - ee, it's a fine film. We're saving Supernatural for the Acklesfest. Oh, it's going to be good...