...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Girly squee! John Connolly will be back in Leeds on March 8 for some kind of "event" in Ottokars. Said "event" had better involve him signing my books and possibly me taking along an interpreter in case I get overwhelmed by fangirlish glee and forget my own name. And yes, that actually has happened to be, although not in front of John Connolly who is awesome and charming and remains unruffled by fangirls who tend to twitch and blush and squirm whenever he looks at them.

In other, girly-squee-related news, I just finished watching that episode where Starbuck gets stranded on a planet filled with Irish people - or rather, people with brogues that would make both David Boreanaz and Oliver Stone weep with the agony of their fakeness - and everyone there is named after some sin committed by their ancestors, and everyone wants to know what kind of sin "Starbucking" is and all I can think of is that it sounds really, really dirty.

In the best possible way, of course.