whatho: (OT3)
Evening, all. Happy July. My eyeballs are itching most furiously.

Mostly to prove that turning pages of calenders don't make any essential difference, I'll have a quick yet nonetheless slightly hysterical burble about Nightingales. )

In other news, I'm getting a second-hand laptop next week and I'm very excited. Probably I shan't give it a name, 'cause it'll only implode in September like Bertie did. I'm hoping it'll stop me doing so much of this sort of thing and force me into writing more plays. Or not more plays, because there are too many already, but more of the 573,895 plays currently in progress. Because I'm not going to let the internet onto it. And hopefully it'll be quite heavy and I'll get trapped under it and won't have anything to do other than writing plays. If I go quiet, that's probably what's happened. If not, my resolve has mostly failed.

Other stuff's fairly grand. My brother's been pretending to shoot me with Megatron and we watched the Picard song earlier on YouTube and spoke for about half an hour in nothing but in-jokes and all that sort of thing. Huzzah. I could use some cake though.
whatho: (OT3)
Evening, all. Happy July. My eyeballs are itching most furiously.

Mostly to prove that turning pages of calenders don't make any essential difference, I'll have a quick yet nonetheless slightly hysterical burble about Nightingales. )

In other news, I'm getting a second-hand laptop next week and I'm very excited. Probably I shan't give it a name, 'cause it'll only implode in September like Bertie did. I'm hoping it'll stop me doing so much of this sort of thing and force me into writing more plays. Or not more plays, because there are too many already, but more of the 573,895 plays currently in progress. Because I'm not going to let the internet onto it. And hopefully it'll be quite heavy and I'll get trapped under it and won't have anything to do other than writing plays. If I go quiet, that's probably what's happened. If not, my resolve has mostly failed.

Other stuff's fairly grand. My brother's been pretending to shoot me with Megatron and we watched the Picard song earlier on YouTube and spoke for about half an hour in nothing but in-jokes and all that sort of thing. Huzzah. I could use some cake though.
whatho: (Dance)
I'm enjoying this whole having different icons business, though I'm still finding it distinctly weird and sort of like a thing I personally am not supposed to be doing, like going into Topshop. Not that I want to do that. But mostly I'm finding it quite difficult matching my icons to my post topics, because I've quite inadvertantly - only partly due to having drawn most of them from a very peculiar sitcom - travelled a certain way along the obscure... avenue. An avenue of obscurity. Weirdsville. I know what I'm saying.

So what I'm thinking of doing is limiting my subjects to things I can neatly sum up via my icons. This means that, in the future, I shall be mostly posting about the following:

- Tea.
- Dancing.
- Bestiality, preferably involving horses.
- Croquet.
- Anthropoids.
- Harold Pinter.
- Piracy.
- Camels.
- Fratricide.
- Lost.
- Heathrow.
- Incapacitated werewolfs.
- Gypsy Creams.
- Singing to people who are ignoring you.
- Harmonising.
- Camping.
- An abundance of rabbits.
- Pretty naval officers.
- Reading poetry to gorillas.
- Sunflowers.
- Mathematics and balloons.
- Fainting.
- Rubbing egg in Tarrant's hair.

Good.

In other news, I'm a bit massively frustrated to hear that Patrick Stewart was apparently approached to take part in the next series of Strictly Come Dancing and had to turn it down due to a previous commitment. Shakespeare, probably. Must Shakespeare ruin everything?

Dancing. Good. That works.
whatho: (Dance)
I'm enjoying this whole having different icons business, though I'm still finding it distinctly weird and sort of like a thing I personally am not supposed to be doing, like going into Topshop. Not that I want to do that. But mostly I'm finding it quite difficult matching my icons to my post topics, because I've quite inadvertantly - only partly due to having drawn most of them from a very peculiar sitcom - travelled a certain way along the obscure... avenue. An avenue of obscurity. Weirdsville. I know what I'm saying.

So what I'm thinking of doing is limiting my subjects to things I can neatly sum up via my icons. This means that, in the future, I shall be mostly posting about the following:

- Tea.
- Dancing.
- Bestiality, preferably involving horses.
- Croquet.
- Anthropoids.
- Harold Pinter.
- Piracy.
- Camels.
- Fratricide.
- Lost.
- Heathrow.
- Incapacitated werewolfs.
- Gypsy Creams.
- Singing to people who are ignoring you.
- Harmonising.
- Camping.
- An abundance of rabbits.
- Pretty naval officers.
- Reading poetry to gorillas.
- Sunflowers.
- Mathematics and balloons.
- Fainting.
- Rubbing egg in Tarrant's hair.

Good.

In other news, I'm a bit massively frustrated to hear that Patrick Stewart was apparently approached to take part in the next series of Strictly Come Dancing and had to turn it down due to a previous commitment. Shakespeare, probably. Must Shakespeare ruin everything?

Dancing. Good. That works.
whatho: (OT3)
I might as well talk about Nightingales. When I say talk, I mean make a list of pimpish points about those elements of Nightingales that fill me with a certain amount of glee. I'll do it fairly quickly and all in one breath. It's not pimping. It's just... listing. I've so not got the hang of pimping and mostly what it feels like is walking into the middle of a group of people and saying several things to them in a language of your own invention. That's why I waited till you went away.

Fairly endless and spoilery wittering. Too many uses of 'oh'. )

Okay. Yes. Good.
whatho: (OT3)
I might as well talk about Nightingales. When I say talk, I mean make a list of pimpish points about those elements of Nightingales that fill me with a certain amount of glee. I'll do it fairly quickly and all in one breath. It's not pimping. It's just... listing. I've so not got the hang of pimping and mostly what it feels like is walking into the middle of a group of people and saying several things to them in a language of your own invention. That's why I waited till you went away.

Fairly endless and spoilery wittering. Too many uses of 'oh'. )

Okay. Yes. Good.

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