July 2nd, 2008

Nights At The Circus

My god is a vengeful god, but also a loving god...especially to dwarves.

Went to the cinema last night to see what turned out to be essentially Caspian Potter and the Battle of Helm's Deep - complete with white-bearded old man who refuses to impart information in a sane, logical or helpful manner; that Dumbledore gets everywhere, doesn't he?

Still, it was very pretty, and Ben Barnes is very pretty, though I'm not sure why all the bad guys are Mexican (I really, really, really hope there is an outtake in which Ben Barnes had the inspiration to say "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You kill my father. Prepare to die." I kept expecting him to say it in the actual film) or why Peter has been made into an emo. I miss the BBC's Susan :/

At work again, waiting for this 'heavy rain' the BBC were promising us yesterday. Please?
Edit : No rain for us today then.
Um. I think I might die if it doesn't, though. :/

Camille Noire

Three reasons why the bomb can drop any time now :



* My phone fell out of my pocket on the bus this morning, never to be seen again. While my first instinct right now is to go THANK GOD, no one will ever be able to speak to me again!, it might actually be useful to sort this out, which I will try to do tomorrow. Until which time I am phoneless, please don't try (I'm in all night, e-mail me if you need anything.)

I hate everything! EVERYTHING. :D