The Great Frog Fan Club

Just watching an old ep of Law & Order:

"It's a psychotic disorder called erotomania.

"She may look normal and act normal but talk to her about the affair and you'll probably learn that she's getting coded messages from the pattern of his ties. Things as unrelated as his expense report or a song on the radio."

*cough*domlijah*cough*

In other news, why hasn't Supernatural done a story about a ghost train yet? There's a wonderfully persistent story about a train at Crystal Palace being trapped by a tunnel collapse and all the passengers being left entombed there. Also, ghost trains are just inherently cool. I still remember being totally terrified by a Famous Five story about a ghost train. (Being the Famous Five, the ghost train turned out to be smugglers. And it probably wasn't that scary but I was six years old and something of a wimp.)

Have started watching old episodes of Law & Order. Cannot stop.

Have another three seasons to go.

Plz send help.

I've just watched Ghost Ship and completely miscalculated the order of the deaths.

( Spoilers ) I really kind of love this film. It hits pretty much every horror cliche there is!

Oh, wow. Knitters? This is amazing! Little teeny tiny knitting!

Oh, yuck.

I've been watching the mini-featurette on the design of the Cyberwoman in Torchwood. And it's just... They're glorying in the exploitation of it. It's all 'Cyberbabe' and 'Lots of men'll want posters of it for their bedroom wall' and ick, ick, ick.

Also, no subtitles for the episode commentaries. *sigh* Seriously, it's not difficult to throw in an extra subtitles track.

I HAS A TORCHWOOD!!!!

Te and Jack are awesome people. They're warm and friendly and helpful and whenever I've been in New York, they've done everything they can to make my visit fun. (And they've succeeded.)

At the moment, they're a bit stuck. They want to move into a new apartment that's absolutely perfect for them, apart from one thing. It doesn't have a wheelchair ramp.

The landlord is willing to build one but it's looking to cost around $2,500 and he simply doesn't have the money. Neither do Jack and Te.

David is hosting a fund-raising drive to try to get the money for them. If you don't have a credit card, Betty is taking donations via Paypal and sending them on.

If you've enjoyed any of Te's stories or Jack's stories, give a thought to tossing a dollar or two into the pot.

I've met, hugged and stayed with Jack and Te, and met various people from their meatspace lives. They definitely aren't sockpuppets. I haven't met Betty or David but I know people who have and I've worked with Betty on Girl-Wonder for over a year. This isn't a scam. It's a request to help two wonderful people overcome some of the difficulties of living with disabilities.

Fucking Parcelfarce.

I realised today that I don't have my Torchwood DVDs yet, which is a bit odd as they were in Liverpool on Friday and Liverpool's only a few miles away. So I checked the tracking status, to discover they'd allegedly attempted to deliver them twice.

I can maybe understand missing the Friday one because it was at a weird time and it's possible my action concierge wasn't around. But they also claim to have attempted delivery yesterday at 17.43 when I was most definitely here. And with 17.43 being so close to clocking-off time, I really don't believe a word of it.

So I phoned customer service and, eventually, was able to speak to a human being, who passed me to another human being, who passed me to another human being, who suggested that I go out to the fairly remote post office where the parcel's being held. And, um, no. So then they said they could deliver it tomorrow. And, um, no. I want my damn parcel delivered, to me, and I want it delivered today.

So I was a sucky customer and went right the way up the chain of command until I found somebody who caved. They've said the parcel will be delivered today. Whether it actually will be is, of course, an entirely different matter.

Note to self: You are not allowed to eat more than three satsumas at a time. You come out in a rash, your stomach rebels and it's generally not pretty.

I don't care how delicious they are.

Ah. There appears to be a problem with the LJ feed of this journal, in that it pays no attention to cut tags. So people reading it are very likely to get spoiled.

My mother's computer has broken. I've just offered to lend her my laptop. She's coming to pick it up in thirty minutes.

This gives me thirty minutes to clean my flat and, more importantly, clean the porn off my laptop.

Wish me luck!

brown_betty has awesome stuff to say about that butt-picking weaselfucker teh_no. Go, read, marvel at his stupidity.

283,310.

Now. that's a Bubbels score!

My Torchwood DVDs are, apparently, in Liverpool.

There is therefore a vague possibility that they might reach me tomorrow.

*camps out by letterbox*

ETA: No, they've left Liverpool! They might already be delivered!

In other news, I couldn't find a SPN torrent before I left this morning. This sucks.

I need a name.

A name that suggests a long-distant ancestor came over with the Normans but without being too ostentatiously French. A name similar, in fact, to Darcy while not being Darcy.

And it has to sound right with the first name Sebastian.

Help me, Obi-Wan Flistobi!

I have come to the conclusion that if I had to spend more than five minutes with John Barrowman, I'd sedate him.

Nobody should be that relentlessly cheerful.

I love that so many of the special features on the Who DVDs are subtitled but, man, I wish they'd subtitle the episode commentaries. Especially the ones by non-actors because they mumble. Yes, Russell, I am looking at you. I love you dearly but learn to enunciate.

I also hate the Who DVDs with a passion because it's gone midnight and I can't stop watching. And I was planning an early night tonight.

Dear American TV networks,

Why do you insist on remaking British shows before allowing your viewers to see them? I'm fairly sure that you're under-estimating their intelligence and they are capable of watching TV shows with different accents. Hell, Brits manage it and we aren't exactly the brightest race on the planet.

Shows you did/do not need to remake:

Blackpool
State of Play
Life on Mars
Coupling (especially as the British Coupling was a remake of Friends in the first place)
Doctor Who (what a waste of a regeneration. And excuse me while I run away from the Eight fans.)

I'll give you a pass on remaking The Office because you were smart enough to make it without Ricky Gervais and he needs his big, smug face punching in with a sledgehammer.

Love,
Me.

Polly Derry want a cracker curry.

I had a little tiny one in the fridge but I've devoured it and I'm still hungry.

Cuuuuuuurry.

Last night, my mother tempted me back to her house with the promise of steak. And then we kind of drank a smidgen too much wine so I ended up stopping the night. And I could have got up stupidly early, gone to my flat, changed into work clothes, got the train to work and still arrived late. Or I could have slept in till 8.30, thrown on some completely non-work clothes and got a lift to the office with my mum.

I'm currently wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I feel such a rebel.

I watched Jessica Stevenson's Learners last night and it actually took me a few minutes to realise it was David Tennant playing Chris. They managed to make David Tennant look unattractive. How do you do that? It was an amusingly Who-heavy show - Jessica Stevenson (Joan Redfern), Shaun Dingwall (Pete Tyler), and a few other faces I recognised.

Also, I am Grouchy McGroucherson today. The coworker sat next to me is breathing too loudly and I'm about to punch him in the face.