Have come to the airport to meet 1TL. Sadly, his flight is delayed, so I'm killing time by using the MOST EXPENSIVE INTERNET IN THE WORLD. £1 for ten minutes. I suppose it's to discourage people from hogging it, but still. I could have used the net on my phone, but my battery is flagging (as always, it feels).
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure if I'm in the correct terminal. For reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, I'm winging it a little. 1TL doesn't actually know I'm going to be here.
I dreamt last night that I was in Jurassic Park. Not the movie, the place. And I kept getting nibbled on by velociraptors. I remember very clearly in my dream complaining that why didn't they take the killer dinos out after the last disaster, but clearly no one cared.
By the way, before I forget AGAIN... thanks so much to all the people who gave me snowflake cookies. They warmed my heart as only a snowflake cookie can.
I feel like I'm wishing my net time away with this countdown thing. Also, the more my minutes go down, the more the flight delay goes up. I hope everyone had a pleasant Christmas. I spent it with my friend E, who is getting married in April in Las Vegas and wants me to go. I'm havering, mostly because of my horrendous fear of flying.
This may be my most boring journal entry ever. Perhaps the spelling errors will make up for it. There are interesting people using the computers beside me. One man is just tapping the keyboard. Not hitting keys, just tapping it. Another is swinging in his chair. I'm not sure I'd pay 10p a minute to spin in a chair. Maybe that's just me.
TV shows I'm enjoying at the moment: Gavin & Stacey - which I'm including even though it just ended, because I'm still rewatching; Merlin - ditto; Better Off Ted; Psych - can't wait for the season to resume; Chuck - can't wait for the season to start. And probably more, but those are what spring to mind now.
I'd like to see a Merlin/Arthur AU of Gavin & Stacey. Could be charming.
Ok, I've resorted to checking out the talent coming through the gates. Of which there is not much. Argh, his flight has been delayed by another three minutes, making 47 in total. I suppose it could be worse.
Outside it is snowing gently, but thickly. As I drove along the A4 flyover with Radio One crackling on my poor car radio, it felt like one of those perfect moments.
I'll stop spamming you now, and start poking the people on my chat list for a little while. Happy New Year!
Summary: Set in Pru's wonderful Drastically Redefining Protocol universe, this is the first official prime-time interview with Arthur and Merlin.
Notes: Unbetaed, so sorry for any obvious mistakes. This is mostly completely self-indulgent fic written to cheer myself and Pru up, so you've been warned.
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"So this is your dirty little secret," Arthur said from the doorway.
Merlin, still dressed in sweaty scrubs from a day at the hospital, groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Ok, ok, you've caught me."
Arthur landed next to Merlin on the sofa with a thump. "Just tell me... what's the appeal?"
"Oh, come on," Merlin gestured violently at the screen. "The baby badgers are seriously cute."
Three days later, Merlin caught Arthur on the Springwatch website checking up on the progress of the sett.
4 bottles of wine
3 bottles of beer
3 gin and tonics
2.2 bottles of champagne
2 pints of cider
1 pint of guinness
been eaten by the hedgerows once
lost one parking ticket
Eaten in 8 restaurants
spent 27 hours in the car
visited 12 towns and cities
visited 3 castles
wandered around 2 cliff-faces
fallen over on rocks a lot
tripped up narrow castle staircases several times
lied to surveyors for the National Trust
secreted 1,300 (approx) insects about our persons after time spent frolicking amongst wildflowers
gotten lost countless times
( have some morally dubious Merlin slave AU )
So, following my recent poll, there will be a fannish meet-up while the delicious rageprufrock is in town.
Saturday 23rd May
for drinks and maybe some food and stuff.
In case you've never been there, it's a bit of a warren inside, so we'll aim to be in the deepest (and oldest) part of the pub, but if we're not there, have a wander round. We'll be in one of the rooms! Most people should know me, I think, but if you've never met us, I'll be wearing a rose in my hair. Hopefully. If I remember! So look out for that!
Can't wait to see you all! xxxx
ETA - ooh, meant to say, please do pass this on if you think someone hasn't seen it - the more the merrier!
How cool it would be to make a comic book in which the hero is SuperEgo! and his arch nemesis is Billy the Id.
In it, Billy the Id runs around town all day with his Supersonic Indulgence and/or Death Ray, getting people to order dessert and tell their in-laws to fuck off. Meanwhile, SuperEgo! trails behind, giving the victims his Buckle Down or you'll Never Make Anything of Yourself speech.
You could even have E.G.O. as some kind of mild-mannered and possibly-robotic sidekick that Billy is always kidnapping and forcing to watch porn and take mid-afternoon naps.
Ohhhhh, my God. I need to sleeeeeep.
( workspace. boredom. )
...So if we analyse this section-by-section I think we can see that my workspace is roughly 16% work. What percentage is yours?
Meanwhile, I'm getting excited about Red Nose Day for the first time in years! Mostly because I'm hoping the Merlin peeps will do something for it.
Of course, it's all rageprufrock's fault, with her dastardly awesome epic Drastically Redefining Protocol. Which I love. With the fire of a thousand very hot suns. So, with her kind permission, I made a trailer.
Drastically Redefining Protocol Trailer
Summary: Modern!AU. In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose.
Spoilers: Hmm, not really.
File size: 27 MB
With massive thanks to rageprufrock for the love, and lim for all the help. ♥
Download from Sendspace | Watch at Imeem
ETA - I did not get my act together to sign up for 14valentines this year, which is an epic fail on my part. So, technically this isn't part of that worthy endeavour, but it is in spirit. Go check out the community!
I've got two hours and twenty-one minutes left of work (and counting). In that time I'll switch between Shake and Safari.
I'm also going through the Yuletide Merlin entries on my iPhone.
Work!crush is gorgeous as ever. I'm going to French Girl's on Friday for dinner, to see her new place. She's trying to get me to move in, but I'm not sure yet. Had raspberry Martinis in the Oxo Tower Bar on Saturday night. A round of three drinks cost £30. I love London by the river, best of all.
When I leave work I'll catch the bus to the station, and then sit on the floor of the train home (there are never any seats), fighting my OCD all the way. I'm winning so far today.
Started the year SG:A obsessed, ended it with a very DC Xmas. Hope you're all happy. Remind me to tell you about the guy who opened two bottles of champagne over me at the party I'm currently attending.
I hope the new year brings the best for you all.
Crush: Hey, Z, can you come over to the main table? We're going to have a quick meeting.
Me: I love you.
Crush: I think you just need to saturate the colours a bit-- and put a couple of greenscreen--
Me: I love you.
Crush: I think those prawns were off. I feel really sick.
Me: I love you.
It's been a close thing, though.
Yesterday, my Grandmother and I went to visit my 90 year old Great Aunt.
"I've got something for you," she said, handing me an old photograph. "It was taken by my friend Muriel."
"Oh, yes," my Grandmother said. "I met her once!"
My Auntie Cecily looked delighted. "Muriel Dearlove?" she beamed. "She looked like a boy?"
"That's right," my Grandmother nodded. "She came down to visit us in Surrey once, and her car broke down."
"Motorbike," Aunt Cecily corrected, still beaming.
This would have been in about 1950, I think. I'm completely infatuated by the idea of this woman. Muriel Dearlove, boyish photographer, riding around the country on her motorbike. A hot, female James Dean.
Later, in the car:
"What was that about her friend Muriel... what was it? Dearlove?"
"Yes, that's right," Gran said. "She never married."
"What a surprise," I laughed. "She looked like a boy and rode a motorbike. You don't think she might have been... you know... a lesbian?!"
"Well, yes, I did wonder."
1. Why aren't there more stories in which John and Rodney break the bed?
2. Why, after I woke up in the night to go to the toilet, knocked over a shelf on the way there and broke the phone that was resting on it, when turning on the light to try and assess the damage, did the lights have to fuse?
3. Why, when I heard an obscure song playing in the taxi last night, did I assume that the driver had exactly the same taste as me, rather than realising I'd left my iPod on in my bag?
4. Why aren't there more Regency AUs?
5. Why does it turn me on when workCrush says anything even vaguely geeky? i.e. 'We're using a terrabyte of space on the server'?
Woke up in Camden this morning with my liquid eyeliner halfway down my face. Went out with French Girl last night, started out in Soho, in Trash Palace and the Candy Bar, then on to World's End in Camden (which of these things is not the same?)
This is all because after work on Friday my colleagues invited me to the pub (shock! horror!) and I sat there as they all discussed the amazing and wonderful things they were doing this weekend with their husbands, wives and lovers. I realised what a total saddo loner I am, and panicked for a while.
So I was proactive: I phoned French Girl.
"I am watching Battlestar Galactica!" she exclaimed down the phone: "I am so in love with Starbuck! She is so butch!" (don't forget to imagine the French accent. It makes it all that little bit more interesting.)
"Let's go out drinking!" I pleaded.
"I will take you to gay bars in Soho," she said: pleased, I think, that I was finally coming out from under my duvet. Her text message the next day read: We re gonna have some fun :)x
And it was fun, though it all went a little crazy around the time we got to Camden. We walked into this old-man-style pub and it was like one of those anarchic scenes in a St. Trinian's movie - hundreds of people just... rioting, basically. I immediately felt about 100 years old and grouchy. French Girl got straight up on one of the rickety tables and started dancing. I hoped the table wouldn't collapse.
Luckily, because I'd slept all day at home, I didn't fall asleep on the bar. We left at about two and made it back to her place, which continued the tradition of the evening: there being NO toilet roll in the whole of Camden.
French Girl has woken up now. She started talking about BSG immediately:
"Shit name, Starbuck, though. It makes me think of the coffee and I prefer Caffe Nero."