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

DUDES! Why did nobody tell me Beautiful Adrian Pasdar was going to be in Castle? What a bunch of sours you all are. Now I missed part two and I have to try and find it again and it's very bad.

Also, I finally got around to watching the Walking Dead and it started off seeming quite good but then a spider ran across the floor and freaked me out so the rest of the show was tainted by my spider-hatred so I don't really have an opinion, except that I quite like the Chinese guy who wears a hat and the arrow-shooting redneck guy*.

*Not the super-crazy redneck guy who was in the first episode; his marginally more socially-acceptable brother who showed up later and got all hilariously indignant about the zombie eating his deer.

If a bluebottle manages to find its way in through the barely-open window, why can't it find its way out again without bashing into everything and buzzing around like a fucking spacker? OH MY GOD STUPID FLY, GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE.

Apparently Mothra has escaped from vintage Japanese B-movies and come to Leeds with the sole purpose of tormenting me. Two nights ago, he snuck in through the bathroom window while I was brushing my teeth, forcing me to retreat to the kitchen sink. Last night, he attacked me while I was on the computer, causing mass howling and flailing of arms. I thought I'd driven him off, but when I went to bed that night and pulled back the covers, who flew madly out at me, smacking his fat hairy body against the walls of my room, making disgusting slapping sounds? That's right; our old friend Mothra.

Had to change all the sheets due to fear of moth dust getting on me wile I sleep.

Hate moths.

The following things are true:

Vests were not invented in 1812.

Lindsey has an Angelus-like evil alter-ego. Fortunatly, he only comes out to play if Angel ever returns Lindsey's feelings, which we all know is less likely than James Marsters appearing on television ever again.

Billy Boyd is at least 80 years old.

Angel is not fat.

At least one of my brothers is evil.

David Boreanaz is a strange, strange man.

The comparisons between Saiyuki and Angel the Series are spurious at best.

Sanzo and Angelus have nothing in common. Angelus (as far as I know) doesn't wear bondage gear under priest's robes. Also, Sanzo is a lot grumpier, doesn't speak in an evil Irish brogue and the chances of him having a nun fetish are fairly low.

I am, however, willing to buy the Kougaji/Lindsey and Gojyo/Spike connection. Though Kougaji is too tall to make a good Lindsey.

Lindsey is the Tom Pullings of the Angelverse.

FAKE 7 has an adult rating for a very good reason. It should also probably not be read in one's local Starbucks, due to the risk of shock-induced choking.

Angel's power resides not in his puppy-dog eyes, pointy hair or socially retardedness, but in his white vest.

Everybody loves young boys in kitty ears.

Stephen Maturin is the Hemulen from the Moomins.

Snufkin is all.

I hate moths.

Moving house sucks.

Have spent the day packing in preparation for the move at the end of the month, and have discovered three things:

1: I have way too much stuff
2: I am a terrible housekeeper
3: I really hate spiders

Of course, I knew all of these things already. I wish I was Lupin, then I could magically pack all my stuff. While listening to jazzy music, no less.

I swear, that spider is trying to embarrass me. It's playing mind-games with me, lurking in odd corners and skittering past when my back is turned, so I just see it out of the corner of my eye. I'm too paranoid to do my washing up, and my damn pie is still in the fridge.

I hate you, spider.

I bet it's on a mission from David Blaine.

There is a fucking huge spider in the kitchen. Seriously, it's the size of the palm of my hand.

Well, maybe only half that big, but still too big for my liking.

It's standing on the floor right in front of the fridge, too. There's no way to get passed it, and both my housemates are out. I'm eating takeout because I'm too scared to get food out of the fridge. I want a glass of milk and some pie, but noooo, that fucking spider has to stand there and foil all my plans.

I hope Estella gets back soon. I really want that pie.