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

Big Wolf on Campus makes Miami Vice references! It can't be natural to be as pleased by this as I am, but come on, "Next week we'll be discussing the rise and fall of Don Johnson"? Mr D, you are my hero even if you do eat cute monkeys and pick fights with teenaged boys dressed as Micheal Jackson!

In other news, my Gay Pirate Book* has arrived, courtesy of Liam Neeson and Royal Mail, along with the second season of Miami Vice (OMG, that dude stole his Ferrari! Kill him, Elvis!) and the first season of Drawn Together. Not that this prevented me splurging on the Chronicals of Narnia boxset in Computer Exchange and discussing the Neverending Story with the cashier, but still, that should satisfy my entertainment needs until the third season of XM:E comes out.

*Captain Hook: the Adventures of a Notorious Youth, by JV Hart and illustrated by the guy who illustrates the Lemony Snicket books. I'm on a Peter Pan kick this week.

Oooh, POTO's on at the £3 theatre this Tuesday and Thursday. Mayhap I shall go, since it is taking Too Fucking Long for my DVD to get here. Plus, you know, Ten Foot High Gerik. Who could say no?

Also, look what I found - ( that Sharpe/Narnia thing I started a while back, then got bored with and forgot all about. )

In other news, Terry Pratchett + My Family = the unshakeable conviction that Ben Harper and Commander Vimes are in fact the same guy.

Oooh, I got another letter from the TV Licensing people today. This one had the Red Logo of DOOM on. So apparently I can expect a visit from one of their officials at some point in the future. Because they totally didn't threaten that in November or anything. Also, what, exactly, are they going to do? Since they can't come in without a search warrant, any visiting inspector can look forward to having the door shut politely and firmly in their face, and listening to me laughing maniacly from inside. Hope you enjoy standing on my doorstep in the middle of a freezing Yorkshire winter, bitches.

In other news, I am listening to the soundtrack to the 1987 musical Phantom of the Opera that I downloaded from... some kind soul whose name escapes me, and there's one track which, I swear to God, is just the Phantom pissing himself laughing for a full minute. I so want to make a CD that is just deranged cackling from all my favourite characters.

Speaking of Erik, and aslo for those poor souls who were subjected to my Sharpe/Narnia ramblings a few days ago (and yes, I am still working on that story, I just get distracted by porn and shiny objects), may I introduce ( Read more... )

Continuing with my time-travel ponderings, I'd also go and see an Adam Ant concert or three.

Watching the second series of 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' with Richard E. Grant. Sniff. Poor Percy.

Don't like it as much as the first series, due to lack of naked Jamie Bamber, small boys singing about guillotines, Marguerite, that one French dude , and...

Okay, to put it another way, the only good things about this series are:

1. Richard E. Grant
2. Robespierre

Yeah, that's it.

Also, the kid that played Jack in 'The Last Vampyre' was the Comte de Claris de Florian in 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' and Peter in the same version of 'Voyage of the Dawntreader' that had Sam West play Caspian.

You know, this might be why I can't remember any cases or statutes for my exams - my brain-attic is full of useless movie-related trivia.