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otherwise I have to get Dixon to shoot you all as a loving homage to Sherlock 6 ending.
- Mood:
jubilant
Credit to CumberbatchDaily on LJ or something like that sorry.
I overstretched my wrist recovery. Then my laptop died. The fanworld will get by without me for a while longer.
Bad Beard Alert
- Location:borrowed laptop
The Hobbit: standard production promo cropped by myself.
- Location:ComicConLondon
- Mood:
contemplative
Comfortable shoes, are they making some sort of comment here?
And with everything else going on in this pic why am I so caught up about the shoe issue?
We get surveyed, a lot. I mean a great deal and frequently by mail, callers, email and towncentre hopefulls. I gave up being part of a focus group call-list many years ago when \i found it hard to remember why I used to buy stuff at all, it was all so dispiriting.
Today in the playground a fellow mum told me how she was surveyed on the "new" Dr Who and how she was proud to have panned it, citing as her reasons that in the paper it said it was too complicated, and that responding to me saying that it wasn't as childish any more she said that was what she liked about the Dr Ten episodes, they were stupid and silly. She did not mean entertaining I think; she liked RTD because he was gay "and that's funny and a laugh". Demeaning of the non-straight in extreme, the gay person only being tolerated as a certain type of sharply dressed male effete and not remotely real and never an ordinary male or female next door. The nastiest stereotype of all: "not like us but over there".
If funding for DW 11 is pulled it's because of people like her watching "I can dance with a bucket on my head" Live. Even my ten year old sees the point of drama on tv as opposed to staged reality fake tv stuff. If funding for DW is pulled I'll just blame her full stop. She seems so nice and reasonable until you actually listen to the content of what she is actually saying...
Most other pics at this event looked like chicken legs... designer-clad weird pipecleaner legs at best. First year in the part did not DW9 also get nominated at the same event a few back? Plan B has always been to emigrate to Wales and I wish to have that sense of dislocation from a great deal of the people I live near to at this time today.
You can only hold optimism alive for so long then....
- Mood:
angry
.. why do so many guys tie their ties so unsymmetrically, or am I the only person in the world who wore a tie from age five to nineteen thanks to the British formal education system I was shoved into and knows therefore about this from close-up?... Yes I am a girl, it was called a uniform for a reason and I used to use a half-Windsor to avoid exactly this look. I was also a bit of a snob about this style of knot: pulling the extra wide tie at certain points can make this other knot look better than this (it was the seventies, I had no control over that.). Yes I do know the name for this style of tie knot, you can tell other knots from how they look, and I tie a real bow tie from scratch myself. I had meant to post about the beard, but that's kind of hypnotic and not that grim compared to the tie-mageddon there...
- Mood:scrupulous
the new lamps for old word which broadly speaking is how the web tags stuff, rather than a formalised category in a heirarchy being placed and identifying itself in easy to see chunks that don't always have an easy to think feel about them. Allow me to demonstrate: this is a thinkie-post rather than meta or navel-gazing. See how easy that was there, I care about you...
Someone put all of this at length ( here ) and in greatly beautiful prose. I was astounded to note the date on the link, and realised exactly how far LJ has gone silent in the past few months.
As for the Great Project I am pleased to report the purchase of cheap pens which write like silk on the skin of a toddler and paper which is plentiful and not too big was achieved today as I encouraged my 2grills to escape to someone else's trampoline infested garden. The search for a suitable location of a selection of Fry-substitutes of enough calibre is to continue. Cry havoc and let let slip the dogs of Dagenham, I'm of a literary hue with a drama twist headed in the opposite direction to all of that fake tan....
