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I was not expecting this storyline about Meyer and Charlie as two gay crime dads trying to raise their hideous mobster son. Delightful. Unfortunately I'm like half a decade late to fandom, but still. Delightful.
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Nov. 20th, 2011 05:56 pmSupernatural, you fucking suck. Watching the Titanic episode, I was almost starting to not-hate this season on the basis that yes, the Trickster is dead, but Balthazar is pretty much the same flavour of hilarity, albeit with a crunchy topping of snarky-Englishness... and then he fucking died! Oh whatever, I don't even care anymore, I hope the dragons get you all.
Also, I hate that blonde guy from Boardwalk Empire. Steve Buscemi should smack him in his stupid disrespectful face. Basically the whole show should be about Steve Buscemi wearing a hat.
Also, I hate that blonde guy from Boardwalk Empire. Steve Buscemi should smack him in his stupid disrespectful face. Basically the whole show should be about Steve Buscemi wearing a hat.
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Nov. 20th, 2011 05:56 pmSupernatural, you fucking suck. Watching the Titanic episode, I was almost starting to not-hate this season on the basis that yes, the Trickster is dead, but Balthazar is pretty much the same flavour of hilarity, albeit with a crunchy topping of snarky-Englishness... and then he fucking died! Oh whatever, I don't even care anymore, I hope the dragons get you all.
Also, I hate that blonde guy from Boardwalk Empire. Steve Buscemi should smack him in his stupid disrespectful face. Basically the whole show should be about Steve Buscemi wearing a hat.
Also, I hate that blonde guy from Boardwalk Empire. Steve Buscemi should smack him in his stupid disrespectful face. Basically the whole show should be about Steve Buscemi wearing a hat.
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Apr. 3rd, 2011 01:41 amOw, dudes. Just ow.
Got back from my walk about 9pm. When I walked in the door I was absolutely fine - legs were sort of shakey and stretched-feeling, but in a good, excercisey way. However, after I got up to make a cup of tea after a watching the first few minutes of this week's Boardwalk Empire, I was suddenly the Mayor of Stifftown. Stiff as in muscles, not as in zombies or erections, I hasten to add.
Anyway, it was loads of fun - I did the coastal walk to Port Erin, and even though I wasn't wearing a pinstripe suit or carrying a Tommy gun, all the fucking cows RECOGNISED and kept their distance anyway. Then I walked up through this glen that we always used to walk as kids, and it was actually pretty easy - I remember it being an all-day thing and that we were all knackered when we got home, but it took maybe an hour to get up to the Tower.
I guess now that I'm not ten any more, my legs are a lot longer and can cope with the hills better. Also, back in the day I was usually in charge of Prawn and he never walks, he runs, jumps, climbs and bounces, so I had to keep up with him, and from an early age he clearly decided that paths were for sissies and that real men make their own trails, even if that involves gorse bushes and the occaisonal sheer rock face.
While I was in Port Erin, picked up a few things for Mothers Day - charm bracelet, card, couple of books, little trinket box with a necklace. Signed everything from all of us, because although Johnny sometimes remembers this stuff, the twins never do.
Anyway, after that I tried taking Rad Y Toor back home, but I must have gotten off the footpath too late or something because I wound up at Tom the Dippers, and from there it was easier to just head downhill to Castletown and slingshot back around the coastline to home.
Just got out of a hot bath and feeling better now - can climb the stairs at about two-thirds of my usual speed as opposed to "slower than old replacement-hips lady", which is what I was clocking when I first got back - so I'm going to take my Dresden/Constantine hybrid book and go to bed so Johnny can have the lounge to himself, either to make up with his girlfriend or seduce the latest female beast-creature he's cheating on her with. I'm just sayin', being cheated on hurts, but being cheated on with some of these mutants he brings home must hurt even worse.
Got back from my walk about 9pm. When I walked in the door I was absolutely fine - legs were sort of shakey and stretched-feeling, but in a good, excercisey way. However, after I got up to make a cup of tea after a watching the first few minutes of this week's Boardwalk Empire, I was suddenly the Mayor of Stifftown. Stiff as in muscles, not as in zombies or erections, I hasten to add.
Anyway, it was loads of fun - I did the coastal walk to Port Erin, and even though I wasn't wearing a pinstripe suit or carrying a Tommy gun, all the fucking cows RECOGNISED and kept their distance anyway. Then I walked up through this glen that we always used to walk as kids, and it was actually pretty easy - I remember it being an all-day thing and that we were all knackered when we got home, but it took maybe an hour to get up to the Tower.
I guess now that I'm not ten any more, my legs are a lot longer and can cope with the hills better. Also, back in the day I was usually in charge of Prawn and he never walks, he runs, jumps, climbs and bounces, so I had to keep up with him, and from an early age he clearly decided that paths were for sissies and that real men make their own trails, even if that involves gorse bushes and the occaisonal sheer rock face.
While I was in Port Erin, picked up a few things for Mothers Day - charm bracelet, card, couple of books, little trinket box with a necklace. Signed everything from all of us, because although Johnny sometimes remembers this stuff, the twins never do.
Anyway, after that I tried taking Rad Y Toor back home, but I must have gotten off the footpath too late or something because I wound up at Tom the Dippers, and from there it was easier to just head downhill to Castletown and slingshot back around the coastline to home.
Just got out of a hot bath and feeling better now - can climb the stairs at about two-thirds of my usual speed as opposed to "slower than old replacement-hips lady", which is what I was clocking when I first got back - so I'm going to take my Dresden/Constantine hybrid book and go to bed so Johnny can have the lounge to himself, either to make up with his girlfriend or seduce the latest female beast-creature he's cheating on her with. I'm just sayin', being cheated on hurts, but being cheated on with some of these mutants he brings home must hurt even worse.
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Apr. 3rd, 2011 01:41 amOw, dudes. Just ow.
Got back from my walk about 9pm. When I walked in the door I was absolutely fine - legs were sort of shakey and stretched-feeling, but in a good, excercisey way. However, after I got up to make a cup of tea after a watching the first few minutes of this week's Boardwalk Empire, I was suddenly the Mayor of Stifftown. Stiff as in muscles, not as in zombies or erections, I hasten to add.
Anyway, it was loads of fun - I did the coastal walk to Port Erin, and even though I wasn't wearing a pinstripe suit or carrying a Tommy gun, all the fucking cows RECOGNISED and kept their distance anyway. Then I walked up through this glen that we always used to walk as kids, and it was actually pretty easy - I remember it being an all-day thing and that we were all knackered when we got home, but it took maybe an hour to get up to the Tower.
I guess now that I'm not ten any more, my legs are a lot longer and can cope with the hills better. Also, back in the day I was usually in charge of Prawn and he never walks, he runs, jumps, climbs and bounces, so I had to keep up with him, and from an early age he clearly decided that paths were for sissies and that real men make their own trails, even if that involves gorse bushes and the occaisonal sheer rock face.
While I was in Port Erin, picked up a few things for Mothers Day - charm bracelet, card, couple of books, little trinket box with a necklace. Signed everything from all of us, because although Johnny sometimes remembers this stuff, the twins never do.
Anyway, after that I tried taking Rad Y Toor back home, but I must have gotten off the footpath too late or something because I wound up at Tom the Dippers, and from there it was easier to just head downhill to Castletown and slingshot back around the coastline to home.
Just got out of a hot bath and feeling better now - can climb the stairs at about two-thirds of my usual speed as opposed to "slower than old replacement-hips lady", which is what I was clocking when I first got back - so I'm going to take my Dresden/Constantine hybrid book and go to bed so Johnny can have the lounge to himself, either to make up with his girlfriend or seduce the latest female beast-creature he's cheating on her with. I'm just sayin', being cheated on hurts, but being cheated on with some of these mutants he brings home must hurt even worse.
Got back from my walk about 9pm. When I walked in the door I was absolutely fine - legs were sort of shakey and stretched-feeling, but in a good, excercisey way. However, after I got up to make a cup of tea after a watching the first few minutes of this week's Boardwalk Empire, I was suddenly the Mayor of Stifftown. Stiff as in muscles, not as in zombies or erections, I hasten to add.
Anyway, it was loads of fun - I did the coastal walk to Port Erin, and even though I wasn't wearing a pinstripe suit or carrying a Tommy gun, all the fucking cows RECOGNISED and kept their distance anyway. Then I walked up through this glen that we always used to walk as kids, and it was actually pretty easy - I remember it being an all-day thing and that we were all knackered when we got home, but it took maybe an hour to get up to the Tower.
I guess now that I'm not ten any more, my legs are a lot longer and can cope with the hills better. Also, back in the day I was usually in charge of Prawn and he never walks, he runs, jumps, climbs and bounces, so I had to keep up with him, and from an early age he clearly decided that paths were for sissies and that real men make their own trails, even if that involves gorse bushes and the occaisonal sheer rock face.
While I was in Port Erin, picked up a few things for Mothers Day - charm bracelet, card, couple of books, little trinket box with a necklace. Signed everything from all of us, because although Johnny sometimes remembers this stuff, the twins never do.
Anyway, after that I tried taking Rad Y Toor back home, but I must have gotten off the footpath too late or something because I wound up at Tom the Dippers, and from there it was easier to just head downhill to Castletown and slingshot back around the coastline to home.
Just got out of a hot bath and feeling better now - can climb the stairs at about two-thirds of my usual speed as opposed to "slower than old replacement-hips lady", which is what I was clocking when I first got back - so I'm going to take my Dresden/Constantine hybrid book and go to bed so Johnny can have the lounge to himself, either to make up with his girlfriend or seduce the latest female beast-creature he's cheating on her with. I'm just sayin', being cheated on hurts, but being cheated on with some of these mutants he brings home must hurt even worse.
