Variations on the same theme

1. Doing the dishes along to Mika is not that good an idea, due to constantly stopping to dance around. (Bonnie, this is totally your fault. Possibly yours a little as well, Ko. I'm not supposed to like Mika.)

2. That run of co-stars in the Grey's double-parter? Oh good god. I had no idea. Although David Anders was so sadly underexploited, I surprisingly liked Merrin Dungey. Since when does that happen? And Piz and Taye and and and. I have no clue where I knew the other three doctors from seeing as IMDb and TV.com are failing me on this one. Woe!

3. Go check out David Walters' music. Impressive. Even more so in live.

4. Puresex and Bean are one of the slashiest things ever in Sharpe's Sword. Oh, god. In which Puresex is called Captain Jack Spears. Could it have been more phallic than that? I'm not sure. (Thank you thank you thank you Vae.)

5. I've plugged The Tudors to my Shakespeare teacher (who, as a Shakespeare scholar, didn't know who JRM was, but knew Jeremy Northam - she's seen him in Love's Labour's Lost I am so envious again). Yes, I'm shameless. But oh, my god, have you seen what they did last episode? It still makes me heee.

6. ( Semi-spoilerish dialogue for this week's SPN, in a oh GOD the slashiness way. )

7. Knowing that Robbie and Santiago Cabrera (Isaac in Heroes, Paolo in Love and other disasters) play football together puts wonderful slashy images in my head. Possibly because I can't help but slash Robbie with anything pretty that breathes within three feet of his. Apart from Dean Lennox Kelly, but that's just because Dean has got to be slashed with Jonathan Wilkes.

8. I want to see PotC3 already. I also want to stop hoping we get Sego elected. There is no link between those two statements other than the near-certainty to be direly disappointed. I'd rather PotC were crap and we got Sego, though.

9. I need to go clean the flat now. At least Mika will be good to hoover along to.

1. Please Robert to come back to life and direct more movies. (Aka I've finally just seen A Prairie Home Companion ('The Last Show' in French - don't ask).)

2. ( Team Attia although I still love Brutus liek whoa. (Spoilers for Rome 2x01.) )

3. I can't figure out if I want to see Cashback or not. On the plus side, Sean Biggerstaff = cutie, and the trailer looks very intriguing. On the minus side, I have no clue if Sean can act, and the trailer is slightly off-putting.

4. I was not blown away by Marc Warren's Dracula. Joss knows I adore that actor, but I just wasn't. Sorry. I liked him much better as Teatime.

5. My Shakespeare exam is on Thursday. This is a perfectly legitimate reason to watch Shakespeare Retold: A Waste of Shame instead of start studying at last.

6. I now know the story behind the "Amour"s. And I half wish I didn't. If you still want the story, links are here.

7. Season premiere of The L-Word? Shane is still hot, what a surprise. Max is still hot, what a surprise. Jenny's still a bitch, and a pain, what a surprise. ...the actual surprise, for those of you who've seen it, was oh so very welcome. Hee! So beautiful. (Bonus points for featuring Peter Wingfield, too.)

8. Amando - my new MacBook - is running perfectly. He makes me happy. And he is so pretty!

9. queenspanky is coming to Paris in March. This is making me squee in delight! *squees*

So Joey wants to mix peanut crackers with chocolate tart, and I'm the weird one for liking the kiwi/nutella mix. She is now trying to stuff me with peanut crackers, probably in the hopes that I'll choke and not post about this.

In other news, I wish I could be reading two things.

1) Lucifer Box fanfiction. If you've read the books, you know what pairing I'm thinking of. I'm going to harass queenspanky into writing some, but the more the better!

2) QaF UK/Torchwood crossover. Well, actually, Torchwood or Doctor Who, we're talking Whoverse here really because the point? The point is that Jack needs to meet the QaF boys. I would be forever in love with whoever decided to give this a try. Come on, people, you know you want to. Just pretend that Jack and Stuart being in the same room wouldn't make the universe implode with the sexual energy. I know it's hard to suspend that much disbelief, but... Come on! Pretty please with Jack and Ianto on top.

( Torchwood 1x04 'Cyberwoman' )

In other news, no miracle. Kaylee's still dead. Although I think it might just be the screen, in which case I should at least be able to retrieve the stuff that's on her.

I'm not going to get depressed over it.

kowaio? Happy birthday again! Let me know what you guys think of the movie.

1. OH MY GOD MY (USUALLY) BEAUTIFUL TWINS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?!? Also this is slightly spoilerish for OotP the movie. (Think Harry Potter 5, people.) But, seriously. You guys used to be so attractive! Damn.

2. This is a public service announcement. heikki_cheren, you were right. Dr. Pepper is indeed better when it comes in a bottle. cerulean_blu, thank you so much for having provided this latest fix. I enjoyed it until the very last drop. *checks the bottle* Yeah, really, it's as empty as it can be.

3. So I caught sight of Donnie Wahlberg on a banner for Runaway - had to try it out. What is it with ruining people's attraction by way of their hair these days? Not only Donnie (who still rocks my world as an actor, mind), but also Sandrine "needs to have DB Woodside's babies she's so pretty" Holt. Also, so not hooked.

4. VM premiere: HOT DOG! I love Keith. They mentioned Spamalot! (It was Spamalot, emma_daisy. I blame Alan and my Monty Python love.) Oh, Logan, you still own me, and Piz needs to be bi because he and Logan, well, yeah. Also when did Wallace become sexy and I love Mac, and Dick, oh, you jerktastic jackass I love so hard. (Are they gonna go for Mac/Dick?)

5. Heroes premiere: can I please have more? Greg wasn't even in it and I loved it. Adrian! Adrian was great and I love his brother for the sole reason that, cute, but mostly, mostly I'm in love with Mohinder Suresh who absolutely needs to get down and dirty with someone. And Isaac. MmmmIsaac. I'm sorry I'm a sucker for... him. Not to be spoilerish. And Hiro is SuperGeek and yay! I also surprisingly like the cheerleader.

6. Studio 60 102: now that's what I'm talking about! I loved it so hard, and much more than the pilot, probably because I felt like Amanda Peet was less in it? Oh, Matt, oh, Danny, oh ALL OF YOU GUYS it was just so good and Sorkinesque and the best clock fic is already getting written about it and of course it would be because the clock is Sorkinesque and BRILLIANT. *clings to Aaron* Missed this. Sarah Paulson rocks my world a little more each time I see her.

7. Grey's: Derek and Meredith can you go and die? Possibly on another show? Kthx. Bailey owns me. So do Cristina and Burke and also oh god Izzie. I love that they're not glossing over it. Addison marry me will you?

8. Nip/Tuck: I LOVE that they're daring to go down that road. I wonder how far they'll go. It's Nip/Tuck, you can never be sure of anything.

9. I can't really think of a 9 right now, but I like that number.

EDIT: REAL NUMBER NINE! LJ's still being a bitch with my comment notifications. Sorry if it seems like I'm ignoring you.

EDIT: And we have a number TEN! Which is more than fitting. Who-related! Seen on kabukivice's journal. Do you all remember Jacky-boy Jake, the oh so gay resistance fighter whose accent I kept squeeing at who was totally hot for Mickey, or so we all said? Well, he really was supposed to be. This is what Russel had to say about it: "I hate all these shows which have rubbish gay relationships, and I took another look at the script and realised it was cheap, soapy nonsense. I won't have cheap gay references." I totally wish he'd left it in.

Really, all I had to do was balance out my karma. I just spent a godawful night because of a hell of a sore throat and what felt like a horrible fever when I'm sure I wasn't that hot, so this afternoon university picked up. And it's all good, I'll hear from them next week.

Now I can go back to being a sick zombie type person.

(In other good news, yesterday I gave a class to that pupil of mine in the 'Amour' neighbouhood, and heikki_cheren texted me to tell me she'd found another nest of Amour near République, which I will have to go check out one of these days.)

Do bear in mind that I've read none of my dear flist's detailed reviews prior to seeing this movie. All I knew was that half of it raved that it was wonderful, and the other, well, wasn't quite so enthusiastic.

(  I can see both sides of the argument. (Aka spoilerific ramblings ahead.) )

( And for a shorter few paragraphs on the same subject... )

In other, very quick news: Berlin's great! Despite the fact that they make a ten-minute break at the most inopportune moment in the middle of movies, because on the other hand? They show Dead Man's Chest a week before France, and they show it without subtitles! There has been museuming and zooing going on. It's pretty hot. Joey is going trigger-happy with her new reflex digital camera. And I'm getting to sleep on a more time-zone-appropriate sleeping schedule, which is odd. And that's about it, folks.

First off? My Dearly Departed Alias Ficathon fanfic. Spoilers for the series finale.

Second off? Joey and I are off to Germany for three weeks or so. We'll have an internet connection over there, but we'll very likely be too busy to use it all that much, so there's a very, very, very fair chance I won't have time to read the flist or comment very much at all during that time. I'll still try to update every now and then, though, and do my best with keeping up with all of you.

Don't worry, I'll let you know exactly how little German I can remember from five years spent studying it. And how much I ridicule myself trying.

So. Lively day today.

I get woken up by Joey brandishing an envelope under my nose. "Can you open it 'cause it's addressed to you but I think it's from England and it's the con tickets?" Indeed, people. We have our Serenity Cubed tickets! 137, 138, and 139 are us. Into the meet-and-greet. Feel free to celebrate! And burn a candle, say a little prayer, for either Nathan, Alan, Jonny or Chris to make it to that con. Otherwise I will be Very Put Out. (In semi-related news, Jewel updated her blog, and I want to be her best friend. Possibly Joey is planning to stalk her when she gets to Vancouver.)

Then started the long fight against the Evil Tap From Hell. Which was dripping, and needed to be changed, and tough plastic bits had to be sawed off with a kitchen knife. Let me tell you how much fun that was, not.

Then I hoped that we might lose at football, and lo and behold, rwrockdj! It worked, and we won. I'm fucking ecstatic. Note the sarcasm. I did not want to have to go through one more game. I'm so rooting for Italy, if only on principle. ...I think I was rooting for Brazil in '98. I should probably start rooting for France right now, but I just can't. It's beyond me. There were loud cheers and horns and cries and all the rest of it in the neighbourhood. It was echoing the telly all the time. Seriously. I, on the other hand, ended up yelling at the Portuguese that they could've tried a little harder, even though I hadn't watched the game.

So, the Evil Tap From Hell was finally replaced, and I put my hands down some seriously disgusting pipes (and I mean seriously disgusting) to connect it all back up, and I turned it on to wash my hands and, wait for it. The love of my life, sun of my days, moon of my nights, the sugar in my morning coffee and the curry in my chicken, the lime to go with my tequila, the tide to my sea and the polish to my nails, had actually hooked up cold with hot and hot with cold and it's all backwards. We've got a brilliant tap which is going to keep surprising people. And by surprising I mean burning them when they were expecting cold water and get scalding hot instead.

Possibly I'm making her change those around tomorrow.

So, one of my pupils is a seven-year-old whose mother is English. She mostly speaks English, ish, and her mother asked me to recommand books for her. Seven years old. The only series of books she has is the "Horrid Henry" series by Francesca Simon, and she adores them.

So. I need your help, because I have no. clue. what good books exist in English for seven-year-old kids. So if you're a teacher of have kids or want to rec the books you read when you were that age? That would help IMMENSELY.

I should do a fandom-y post soon. So much to squee over. Who, and Rescue Me, and Grey's Anatomy, and C.R.A.Z.Y., and I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff.

Anyway. Please help.