Black Doggerel

I get into the habit of not posting, because Facebook needs less energy and because I never feel I have anything interesting enough to put here. Which is bollocks, really. It's not like I ever pretended this was a srs blog of any kind.

Fell asleep this afternoon and dreamed I was in this enormous kind of computer lab with a bunch of people. Everyone was doing SRS BSNS on these big shiny nearly magical computers, and I kept having to move out of their way. I was playing some kind of game, of course.

I've discovered a rich vein of dark, twisted, beautiful Torchwood fics and I feel you should all read it. It's here. Not all of it is dark, and I haven't read anything like all of it, but what I have read is both dark as hell and awesome beyond words.

peace out <3

I ATEN'T DEAD.

Just breaking silence to show you a Glee/Torchwood fic I found: In which my favourite nonregulars from both shows team up and are BADASS.

*does the Dance of Torchwood Renewal Joy*

YAYYYY! SQUEEE!!

P.S. If you haven't watched it yet and you're going to (this means YOU) don't read the comments to that article.

...so I've seen all five episodes now, and I repeat what I said yesterday in selenak's journal.

My show. All growed up. I'm so proud.

OMGWHAT. *flail* OMG! WHAT!! *flailflail* OMGSQUEE. OMG *flail* OMG.


...unlike a lot of you, I loved Torchwood from Day One. I could see how flawed it was, all the places where it hadn't quite decided what it was going to be and where it was going to go, and the places where it pulled in two directions at once and the places where it was just plain daft and/or too cheesy even for me to swallow easily. And I loved it anyway. I always had this mental picture of what it would be like when it got past all that.

This season looks like it. I've only seen the first two so far, so if you spoil me I will have to kill you horribly, but OMG SQUEE. OMG.

Spike's paw is not quite healed, but I can't take another day of this. I have to play tuggy with him even if I'm not letting him run - I can hold it so he keeps his front paws mostly off the ground. Trouble with that is that lack of exercise makes him much faster and snappier on the tuggy. He never means to nail my hand. But my pinky's still dripping blood and I am running out of fingers.

In other news, Torchwood finale and Doctor Who season opener double whammy yay! I cried like a little girl, chortled, snorted, squealed, sniffled, gasped in surprise. So very happy, so heartbroken.

Then there was Battlestar Galactica. It's been off the air too long; I've forgotten what was happening and lost much of the urge to care. The characters are still good and all but I was caught between WTF? and meh - I think RTD got all my OMGYAY!!!

I did enjoy Gaius Baltar, though. I'll give it that.

Edited to add: Oh yes. What's this I hear about half my UK-resident f-list getting snow? You utter, utter, utter, utter, utter bastards. Winter completely bypassed bloody Bournemouth yet again this year - I don't think we had more than a handful of frosty mornings, even. And now fucking summer's kicked in here, complete with sweat rash and self-loathing. I hate you all so much I can't even speak. And if any of you who're having snow live in a Council place, would you consider a swap?

Foot is still painful and magenta-coloured, but improved to the point where I now doubt it was broken. Just very deeply bruised and a bit punctured.

Right wrist is now giving trouble but that's perennial and regular. It'll be fine by this time tomorrow.

In the meantime, I give you ( a music dump. )

In other news: I loved Torchwood from Day One, but the last episode is the first one I can't pick holes in. It made me sniffle and that doesn't happen easily. Also, I have discovered, while rewatching Firefly for what must be the several hundredth time, that my favourite episode by far is Out Of Gas.

Just a swift meme post, nicked from kiramowett. Welcome to my fandom, by the way!

( I totally never cheat to get the result I want from these things. I didn't need to. )

I loathe Xmas and the runup to it. No, that's not quite true. I do always end up enjoying the day itself, thanks to the fact that I'm lucky enough to have wonderful blood relatives who are actually fun to spend time with. Nevertheless, I still spend December in a state of fear and loathing. I hate the huge fuss that the entire world makes about Xmas; I hate the pressure and expectations, I hate the deadline of present shopping and I will still be glad when it's over.

Today is a good example. I want to spend the morning concentrating on an RP post, but instead I have to go Xmas shopping. Blergh.

I also have another really good reason to want it to be over: Torchwood starts January 26th. I have just seen this trailer, (thank you drewshi!) and I'm gibbering with anticipatory excitement now. Loooooook!!

Edited to add: thank you so much, moviegrrl! I have a disc here for you I haven't posted yet, because I'm an arse. But I love you!