late night random

[rm]

Domestic natterings:

Me: Can I kiss you?
Patty: As long as you don't impregnate me with a cow.
Me: No.
Patty: No? Really, really no.
Me: Don't worry, I have many skills, that's not one of them.

Apparently, I just had to be a total mopey fucker about Gallifrey earlier. Now I'm all like bouncy-bouncy-bouncy-I-love-the-Whoniverse-and-all-of-fandom. It will be awesome. I will be awesome. Also, PlaneCon 2010! Seriously, how many of us are on that Virgin America flight? Five or six that I know of off-hand. Sadly, I should be responsible on said flight and spend it doing things like: the sewing I'm sure I won't finish; the pitches I'm working on; novel novel novel. But, you know, I'll probably be harassing my seatmates instead.

So Claudette is my first partially white cat. She needs dusting!

I know how and why this happens, but can I just fucking express my horror once again that it's cheaper to fly from NYC to Hyderabad than it is to fly to London. FUCK EVERYTHING.

Somehow, within one day of Patty telling me that the new hot infomercial product is sweatpants that look like jeans, sparkindarkness links us to Tesco in Cardiff banning its patrons from shopping while wearing pajamas.

I have not even started watching Being Human yet, but I'm now reading spoilers because of how they are feeding into people's TW S4 theories.

Command decision: No Lunacon this year. I've got too much other stuff in the hopper.

Comments

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I look forward to hearing your nefarious plan.

and oh man, watching being human last night, D. and I were thinking Torchwood the whole time. *laughs*

Are we still on for tomorrow night?

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We're good for tomorrow.

I heard about Being Human last night and how it's feeding TW S4 speculation in a way that makes me very happy.

Sadly, my nefarious plan only works for me, since it involves work chipping in for part of the flight since I'd then be heading over to Switzerland after.