And while I'm on the subject of Michael.

The two-faced-ness of people.

Polly Hudson was in the paper the day after Michael died, talking about the "elephant in the room" and how she'd never liked him and wasn't about to start now, thankyouverymuch. And then comes the memorial, and suddenly Polly Hudson thinks he's a fabulous father who did nothing but love his kids. It's funny how your opinion's done a complete fucking U-turn in a week and a half. Crass cow.

Ugh. This, I guess, is why I hate the newspapers and, I think, mass media as a whole. In 2005, there wasn't a newspaper ANYWHERE with a good word to say about him. There wasn't so much an elephant in the room as a room in an elephant. Four years later, everyone always loved him, he was a legend and he gave us everything he had. I love how the opinion of (our at least) media changes depending on what will make people shell out for it.

Bitches.

That's a link to Darren Hayes' note about Michael's memorial, which I thought was beautiful. I'm going to copy the part that made me tear up the other day. And mention that I was reading family tributes in the paper before I came to work this morning and they ALSO made me tear up. La Toya's especially. I read the transcript of Marlon's farewell as well. Dear GOD, I'm a girl but even reading it made me feel like an emotional wreck.

Anyway.

As I cried my heart out today I realized that it was for the greatness we lost and perhaps some shame for what a cruel world did to someone so unique. It was the irony that in spite of what little the world gave him at times, this man gave every atom in his being to the dance of life. And for a handful of years we were lucky enough to bask in the glory of that magnificent light. As someone said to me recently, each of us has a flame inside us that needs igniting. Michael did that for me as a 13 year old boy. And though he is no longer among us, I like to think that my flame burns a little bit brighter because of him and his gift of music, dance and wonderment. I carry it with me and I hope that I can be selfless enough to pass it on to anyone who should need to find their unique spark.

I hope we all find someone who does that for us.

We Had Him
Maya Angelou

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.....

The instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.....

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.....

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.....

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England.

We are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

I know, I know. It's been a while, and then, when I do come back, it's to post poetry. But I watchd the memorial for MJ yesterday, and was genuinely moved. The whole thing left me feeling empty and sad. It was a sad day for the world, and for his family. I can't help feeling like we've all lost something special, whether we knew it or not.

And Paris was a brave beautiful girl. Suddenly it seems a good thing that that family is so huge...

RIP, Michael. You deserve it.

I've become quite positively tragic. I was just watching Ghost Whisperer and it's made me feel utterly emo. Dear fucking GOD, what is going on with me? I'm hiding under the covers at old episodes of Supernatural, and now! Now the bloody GHOST WHISPERER is making me want to curl up in a foetal ball and wail.

And my Twitter app has decided not to work. Maybe I'll try PowerTwitter instead. Take THAT TwitterFox. See if I care.

I think I've got hayfever as well. My throat is sore, my eyes are burning. I'd like to say "swine flu" but my brother doesn't think that's particularly funny... Bah humbug.

So. I'm going to watch MORE Spn and think about the possibility of writing Spn fic again, because it's been a while and my spidey-senses are tingling.

OH! The Maltese dress I bought from eBay for the baby arrived today. ZOMG IT'S SO CUTE. I want to own a doll to dress with it because now I don't want to give it away. This baby is making me feel progressively more defective as a girl for not understanding or getting any single part of it, but eh. Y'know. I guess I'm learning to live with my defectiveness. At least my folks have got their grandchild. One thing's fordamnsure. I don't want to be "Auntie" Kim. Kim will do nicely, thank you. Sod the formalities.

Um... Bed?

They've decided on a name. They've decided they like Leilani Grace. Leilani means "heavenly child" or "flower of heaven" depending on how you couch it, but anyway. In my book, Leilani has far too many syllables and I am going to call it "Leigh" just to confuse matters. To which end, I think Leigh is a far better name. Then again, I'd totally call a boy Tracey or Stacey or something like that, just because they're boys' names and no one seems to remember that.

So anyway, everyone has been buying stuff for the baby. I am starting to feel like the only way I'll actually be interesting ever again is when I have a baby as well, so I guess I'm going to be uninteresting for a while. Cassie and her mum are going to buy pushchairs and baby gubbins today in Bristol. I also learned yesterday that apparently you get money thrown at you by the government to purchase baby gubbins. I'm sure this is actually common knowledge but what now?! She only gets £195 of a possibly £1000 because both her and Ross work, but still! I'm on a moral soap box again because I get diddlysquat, she gets herself knocked up and gets £200 and a house. Not fucking amused. Welfare state, clearly. "Congratulations on increasing the surplace population, have a greenbelt house and some moneys, plz to be coming again soon!"

Where was I?

Everyone has been buying baby gubbins. So I thought, "huh, guess I'll have to join to party sooner or later" so I was looking at anti-BNP t-shirts on eBay, and the shop that was selling them also had baby tees. So I got a Stewie Family Guy one that says something like "While you're standing there, do something useful and wipe my butt" and a "My daddy rocks" one. Mum liked the "Mummy rocks" but I'm working on the theory here that Cassie has a HUGE family that will buy her stuff for "mummy" but "daddy" only has one sister, two parents and one grandparent so daddy needs some love too. Yes, I am, in fact, and AWESOME older sister. I want to buy it political slogan t-shirts, but I think my brother might kill me. He's 6'3 which is five whole inches taller than I am, so he scares me slightly. Enough to not put political slogans on his kid's chest, anyway.

Kinda dreading dragging a heavily pregnant teenager around London now, though. She's super-stoked, though, and I've already booked the coach. And, I guess, she can't be any grouchier than I am.

(Also, for news completely unrelated, I have a horrible spot on my nose and I need a new job. The two are totally unrelated, but I need a job that pays me better and my nose hurts. And I want a mugshot (of the pasta variety, not a picture of my head. Although I need one of those too, for my passport.).)

Sooooo. I watched Lucifer Rising this morning, because I finally managed to get a hold of a copy that my computer saw fit to play. Stupid computer.

( SPOILER WARNINGS for anyone who cares. Herein I whine about Lucifer Rising, Supernatural 4x22 )

In other news, I've still not had all the deals from the weekend, but the ones I have got I can't be bothered to deal with. Because I've already fallen out with a salesman first thing this morning so right now, at 9.22, I've had enough and I want to go home. This is what 6 months and NO FUCKING HOLIDAYS do to a person. When is it October?!

And while I'm thinking about it and getting the last few episodes of Supernatural, Misha calling Christian's "crazy".

Oh, inner fangirl, I've missed you. Where've you been? You haven't been fawning and giggling solidly for three hours about a throwaway comment for quite some time. You've been far too busy ogling prettypretty on film, when this is what we do best.

Hai, Spn, I think I might have missed you.

(That said, I'm going to watch Angel, because it's in the DVD player and Spn is still going.)

See. I don't have a Castiel icon. See how behind I am? Epic major epic fail. :(

I want to update everyone with how great the weekend was, but frankly it was disorganised dren. 1600 people, queues up the ass for EVERYTHING, little/no disabled access and severely limited catering/facilities. And I've got sunburn which is only getting worse. And I've spent the weekend tweeting anyway. When I've compiled my reminderly tweets into a semblance of order, I might see fit to update but right now I want to say two things.

First thing: I ♥ Misha Collins. I've known for a while that this moment was coming. (I mostly twigged at some point around the time I realised that, whilst I disapproved of The New Ruby, I really quite liked Castiel.) But two Misha panels have confirmed my suspicion that he is really quite awesome.

Secondly, I am sunburnt. That is actually my fault. I took Friday Night Lights and went to sit on the grass to read. Forty-five minutes later, I realised that it actually WAS a nice day in Birmingham and I have NO sunblock. Am now BURNT.

In conclusion, I want the Empire Of The Sun album, I want calamine lotion and I want to go find the last few episodes of this season because CLEARLY they were worth the crap that came before. Jump The Shark, I am, in fact, looking at you. I bet YOU miss Kim, too. (And I might look up older seasons of 24. Ahem.)

SECOND CONCLUSION: Why must there always be ONE FUCKING PERSON who has to bring up the subject of slash? What is wrong with these people? So Misha kept going on about it, with a tone of deep ridicule. I'm not sure the harpies caught the ridicule, too busy cheering the part where he's all "no, it's an interesting phenomenon" I expect, but ffs, srsly, ppl. Why?! WHY?! *facewall* I do, however, feel like, currently, I'd really like to be writing Spn fic again. Oh, Misha. See what you've done to my fangirl heart? I don't want to write slash. I just want to write y'all having long lingering glances! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay I'm going to find food.

Adendum: I have previously used "sunburn" as a tag? RECURRING THEME ALERT!

Neil Gaiman reads The Graveyard Book. So, Neil totally Tweeted this before I went to work this morning. I keep meaning to get around to listening to it, but I decided I needed to do some time on my Wii Fit, and I had to help my mum collect her Avon orders. Somehow I've found myself feeling obliged to spend £20 to help her earn commission. No, I'm not sure how that work EITHER but anyway.

The Avon lady who has taken over our area is a strange looking little creature. The least like an Avon lady EVER, maybe. Her face doesn't look like it remembers what face cream IS, much less her boobs and cute bras. But y'know, who am I to judge? (SNORT!) For the record, my mum doesn't do our area. It's not my mum that looks like a strange little creature.

I still want to see Coraline, but it's only on at our cinema in the early evening. I'd have to go straight from work and I can't be bothered, quite frankly. No Coraline for me, then. Unless I can be naffed to get in the car and travel. I wonder where the closest cinema to the NEC is. I could always sneak off for a couple of hours over the weekend.

Speaking of which, can't get Friday off work. I'm going to have to leave STRAIGHT from work and get up to Brum for 7ish, depending on the traffic. What a ball ache. I should have booked the day off way back when I first knew I needed it, but as is ever the case, I just let everyone book their holiday first and I'm the muppet left going "...but... I haven't even HAD any time yet..." Meh. I might speak to Helen on Friday and see if I can get Monday off, just so I can be petulant and take a long weekend as well. Fuckers. I need a break too.

Anyway. I'm going to go and see if Neil can send me to sleep with The Graveyard Book. I've just done 30 minutes of aerobic and muscle exercises. I think my brain wants to sleep. Or possibly watch David Boreanaz bite things. Either way.

So I found Avatar on Nick Toons (who knew having the kids channels would come in useful?). I was going to buy it, but since (WAIT FOR THIS) someone on Play wants £62 for Book 1 (!!!) I decided not to bother. I caught the last four episodes of Book 3 last week, and this week Book 1, chapter 1 popped up again. So I've series linked it and I'm going to watch it all. I'm actually thoroughly enamoured, and I love it. The reaction I get from my mother is "Is this a kids' show?" and I'm like "...well, it's on Nickleodeon, so yes? But not really?" I have to own up, the only reason I'm watching it is because there's a live action in the making, and I'm trying to work out why everyone is up in arms. I want to join you all in being morally outraged, I really do, but Jackson Rathbone! I don't have a more formulated argument, and every sane part of my brain is most certainly telling me that a show based, quite clearly, on ancient Asia should have racially appropriate casting going on, and yet. Jackson Rathbone. (In my defence, I am morally outraged by Prince of Persia, and the fact that they even CONSIDERED Vanessa Hudgens for Twilight, WHUT, she's Filipino or something, does America HAVE no Native American actresses?! So Jackson clearly isn't Inuit. I have picked my battles. I am so easily swayed by a pretty face.)

I saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine as well. Quite what the need for the "Origins" part is, I have no idea. Just "Wolverine" would have covered it, and it's easier to say/type. Again with the epic shallowness, truly. Hugh Jackman. NAKED Hugh Jackman. I'll even forgive him for being called Hugh because guy is HOT. I actually really enjoyed it. I'm not an X-Men geek, so until I read a blog earlier today, I wasn't aware that Silver Fox and Deadpool were almost completely different from how they should have been (Wade for the lack of his cocky mouth and Silver Fox for her completely altered mutation) but even so. I found it killed two hours and the time passed quickly enough for my butt to have not gone square. I think I sort of missed Logan's gruff ill-grace at times, but I'll forgive it for some magnificent "blowing shit up" effects.

Which leads me smoothly into Fast + Furious, which we saw Tuesday when we were going to see Wolverine again. It's not so much that I had the wrong time as I had the wrong day. It would have been on at 20.45, had the day ACTUALLY been Thursday. Shut up. Fast + Furious was - well, let's be honest, it's a bit rubbish. Shit goes boom, people die in various toe-curling car-related ways, and Vin Diesel's elocution actually gets gradually worse. And yet, I came out of the cinema laughing more than I have in ages. Or, possibly, since I went to see The Hills Have Eyes. Oh, Hollywood, please never change. (Also, the girl in it, Dom's sister? Jordana Brewster, I assume - she looks like Demi Moore, circa Striptease. Guess there are worse ways to look...)

So, up next - Star Trek (Can't. Fucking. Wait.), Terminator: Salvation (more shit going boom, but in new and interesting ways) and Transformers 2 (apparently the The Last Airbender teaser will come attached to Transformers, flail!)

Also, I need to catch up on my TV. And by "catch up", I think I'm only behind with Supernatural, because I gave up on Heroes. Although apparently that got better. Dunno, maybe I'll rent the boxset or something. I don't want to feel like I gave up on it, but right now I can't bring myself to care. Which is how I got with Lost, just to tie this back into my joy about Star Trek on multiple levels...

I'm... cold shower. Yes.

He makes a very very pretty girl. I mean, let's be honest, he's a very very pretty boy, but that's wonderful. That's also the reason I watched my first ever episode of Criminal Minds, and that is how I now know who Matthew Gray Gubler is. My type, it are rearing it's head again.

I shall be in a corner somewhere dribbling over Jackson Rathbone in a wig. Srsly. Really Pretty Girl.

I'm not impressed. The bloody BBC are at it again.

They've clearly got the rights to play popular music on the TV, but not to release it on DVD. Because my Being Human turned up yesterday, and I'm sat merrily watching it and then I realise. This scene is supposed to be blasting Prodigy at me (CHANGE MY PITCH UP! SMACK MY BITCH UP!) but it's not. It's playing random assimilated house music at me, but it's not Prodigy and it doesn't make me want to dance naked around whichever room I'm standing in. So I skipped back and realised that, yes, Supergrass is also missing, and so is Arctic Monkeys from George's first transformation. I guess this means there'll be no Muse when Mitchell's rummaging in the rubbish for the vampire porn either, and Annie's not singing along to Friendly Ghost. This actually fills me with woe. The incidental music helped, in no small part, to make this show.

Which begs the question. Are they going to have to take all of the music out of the 80s episode as well, because it'll make Gilbert's dancing to Tunnel of Love REALLY bloody odd.

Suddenly I'm glad I haven't deleted this from my harddrive yet. :/

FULL LINE UP ANNOUNCED FOR BLUR AT HYDE PARK

Blur.co.uk has revealed the full line-up for Blur's shows at London's Hyde Park on July 2 and 3.

Special guests will come in the form of New York's afro-beatniks Vampire Weekend, techno-guitar quintet Foals, Malian husband and wife duo Amadou and Mariam, disco-frenzied Friendly Fires, mad art-popstress Florence And The Machine, electro-popsters Deerhoof, She-ra inspired Crystal Castles and 9-piece Chicago jazz group Hypnotic Brass Ensemble.

The July 3rd show is already sold out but there are limited tickets left for the Friday 2nd July, so get in quick and snap some of the last few remaining at livenation.co.uk.

THURSDAY 2ND JULY
HYDE PARK, LONDON
Foals
Crystal Castles
Friendly Fires
Hypnotic Bass Ensemble

FRIDAY 3RD JULY
HYDE PARK, LONDON (SOLD OUT)
Vampire Weekend
Amadou & Mariam
Florence & The Machine
Deerhoof

Gates will open at 2.30pm and the show starts at 4pm.

Suddenly, I'm REALLY fucking glad that I have a ticket for Thursday. Can't say I really get Vampire Weekend, much less the rest of it. But I've seen Foals, and who doesn't like Friendly Fires?

Also, potentially, this way I'm already in London to take my bro's girlfriend out for the day. She wants to go to London, and if I'm already there then she can come up and I'll take her. Because if she waits for Ross, she'll wait for years.

Okay, I was really bored earlier, and catching up on the whole LJ thing for ten minutes. And mumblemutter posted the Marry/Shag/Cliff meme, and since I've yet to meet a meme that I wouldn't participate in...


Edward Cullen I am easy. Give me vampires (even ones that sparkle, srsly, it's tragic) and I will sell you my soul. Also, this boy is HOT. I'm not sure. It may be his eyes. On the other hand, slightly obsessive, totally creepy. Breaks into your room at night and, once he falls in love, he's NEVER going to change. Ever again. To be honest, I'm not sure I could marry into the suffocation, but I could definitely shag my way into the money. And maybe a bed on Isla Esme for a few nights. Or a few beds... SHAG!


Dean Winchester (Apparently, my obsessive saving of screen caps stopped some time around the end of S2. I HAS NO RECENT DEAN PICS! WOE.) I um. I'm not sure on this one, I have to say. I want, desperately, to go with "marry", because it's Dean, and he cuts (well, cut) such a tragic figure. And there's the concept from What Is, And What Should Never Be - in his ideal world, Dean's all about the steady job and the picket fence. He's a product of circumstance. So, while I think I'd be an uncalled number on his cell, or a name scribbled on cheap motel stationery or a cheaper diner napkin, a girl and a room and an empty promise to come back some day, I'm sticking with my gut on this one. MARRY!


Sam Fogarino (I also runneth short of pictures of Sam. My GOD, I'm so shallow even the most tenacious elephant would struggle.) I have to say here, honestly, that Sam is the one member of the band I kind of don't really get. I mean, I understand the concept but the execution does nothing for me. Maybe he's just too nice, and my brain can't handle nice. He seems like an all round decent guy. He knows how to rock a good suit, and the man pulls of the kind of suit that Don Jonson made famous. And while I'd love to share a beer and road stories (sure, I'd have to have some first, whatever) with the guy, I'm not sure I'd want anything more than that. And yet, somehow, cliff seems, well, harsh. IDEK! Sam Fog, you're making this one hard for me. Definitely not marry, although I'm sure it would be long and happy. You'd have someone there for you FOREVER, the trust would be thicker than blood. And I'm not going with shag, because it's too... mercenary, I guess. Maybe what Sam needs is fangs. Until Sam has fangs... CLIFF!

Should you wish for your own 3 marry/shag/cliff candidates, comment and I shall... fail entirely to accommodate on account of my total lack of knowing what you people like anymore!

Maybe I'm slightly naive, yes? I mean, it's possible that I am the one missing something.

I've decided I want a Wii Fit. I know, I know. I'll get over it and never use it after the first week or so, but still. Right now, in my bid to a, be fitter, and b, lose weight without joining the gym (blech!) I have decided I want a Wii Fit. For the time being at least, I can use my brother's Wii to play on it.

So I looked on eBay. There are some Wii Fit board/game combos, without the console, selling for around £35, plus postage, so about £50. That's about £20 saving on buying it brand new, factory sealed, from an authorised retailer. To be fair, for the sake of £20, I'd probably take that risk as well.

HOWEVER, there are some being listed for more than I can buy it for elsewhere online, from a trusted seller. People, just because something started life as an auction doesn't mean you have to go crazy just to win it. When it reaches a level where you can buy it elsewhere for less, JUST STOP BIDDING. I can't find an example right now, but seriously, right? Why would you pay more on eBay than you would at PC World, just because it started life at a penny plus postage?

That said, there's a seller (POWERSELLER!) in Ireland flogging the console, Wii Fit, 96 games, four controller and nunchucks for about £300 a throw. The odd few pounds fluctuate, but the hammer's gone down at around £320 on the last four. Oh to have £300 to blow. Boo. :( :( :(

I just want a Wii Fit, eBay. Find me one cheap, plz thx.

In completely unrelated news, we got Sky installed a few weeks back. I think I'm in love with the Dog Whisperer. And Animal Cops Houston. And Animal Precinct, if it comes right down to it. (Animal Precinct is filmed in New York City. The NYC accent will, I hope, NEVER fail to entertain me. That is all.)

Soooo. I watched the other half of this week's Supernatural.

I'd just like to say, for the record, Misha Collins may actually be the only reason I get to the end of this season because, seriously, who are these boys and what have they done with the Winchesters? Because I don't approve and I'm less impressed than ever with the Heaven/Hell arc. I like the badass warrior angels, but this week? I might as well have gone to church because "preachy" doesn't even cover it.

SADFACE, SHOW, SADFACE.

Over and above, I am posting - below the cut - what exists of the Interpol/Twilight mashup I was writing. It's not what you're expecting, but y'know, whatev. I'm all about the surprises.

( if you’re scared of dying you better not be scared to live )

Supernatural.

I... um, what?

There are no words. I'm not going to get to the end before I have to go to work, but I'd like to express my complete befuddlement by the utter left-field CRACK NONSENSE that is sixteen minutes into this week's episode.

WHAT. THE. HOLY. HELL. HAS. HAPPENED. TO. MY. SHOW?!

And why do I keep loving it, when I've totally given up on Heroes for rewriting its characters to suit its needs.

Oh, show. What?

In related news, I was watching Buffy this morning also (I am totally putting Going To Work off, yes). I, Robot... You, Jane - that's totally Chad Lindberg as Dave. It entertained me, probably more than Wentworth Miller's appearance on the show EVER did. Oh, Ash.

So, like. I finally decided enough's enough, catch up with BSG because you've been enjoying it and you haven't watched ANY of them since it came back.

So I watched them all and I probably should have waited that extra week and watched them all. Or maybe dug out what happened UP TO THIS POINT because, well. Fuck it, I'm confused. I don't know which way is up.

 

• Do we have a Seven running around, or is Seven boxed?! If Seven is boxed and there's still 12 of them, WHAT THE FUCK IS ELLEN?! (I'm not spoiler cutting - if you care, you know, if you don't then tough.)


• WHAT IS KARA?! Okay, I get it. Body, Earth, pyre, dead. But - not... dead...? (I'd like to posit the "hybrid" theory, but since I'm unlikely to GET an answer to this one. I posit this theory because of her dad. No, really. The guy on the piano is totally Kara's dad, right, and he wrote the song she's playing. That Sam was playing but that's a whole OTHER murky issue.)


• OH SAM! SAM SAM SAM. Wiring Sam up to Galactica just as she falls apart - probably not THE best move ever.
• Caprica Six has a heart? Colour me amazed.


• Boomer stealing Hera? Everyone feeling Here holds the key to the continuation of life, period? MY HEAD, IT HAS EXPLODED. No, really. But I do love Helo, so more Helo, plz.


• Felix made me sad. So, SO sad.


• Dean Stockwell is endlessly awesome, yes?

So, like, one more episode. I'm not sure my heart can hold out that long. I shall enter a period of mourning and bereavement.

Glad to see Supernatural back, though. Or, if I'm brutally honest, the two minutes in which Micha totally owned the screen. More Castiel for all. I'm not buying into the angels shit, because I just don't swing that way. I disapprove of my stupid show implying that we're all going to hell because we're not Christian, thank YOU Middle-America, but Castiel does make me want to pick up my pen again and write Supernatural fic one more time. Oh, stupid STUPID show, I love you.

In other news, I'm not sure if i'm ever going to finish the 'Pol/Twilight mash-up thing. :/ I might just post it as-is. I'm kinda stumped on where I was going with it. I think because, well, Supernatural happened, and Being Human, and True Blood (I desperately want to write Eric/Bill - or really just Eric, because what's NOT to love with a 1000 year old Viking?!). SO MANY IDEAS SO LITTLE ROOM IN MY HEAD OMG.

One more episode. Might even catch up on Heroes. I miss oggling Mohinder, and since, apparently, his skin's not peeling off anymore it might be worth my effort. Maybe.

I... haven't updated in a while. Mostly, this is because I have nothing to say but whatever.

I was watching ER the other day. It's a guilty pleasure, one which I shall not apologise for! I can't work out which episode it was, but the suspected peado was brought in and Brenner got all punchy about his presence in the er. Obviously, we suspect, but we're not sure, that there's a good reason.

I'd just like to express how grateful I am that ER makes the victim of childhood sexual abuse a man. A man who has gone on to be successful, and not a victim of his childhood. Obviously, there are scars, but there will always be scars. I'm just grateful that they decided not to make it a girl. Because it's always a little girl with the tragic tale of abuse. Thank you, ER, for making the sexy Aussie a man with tragic, graphic issues.

I'm going to miss ER. I think I'm going to start collecting boxsets. I say this, knowing full well I actually WON'T start collecting boxsets, because I wouldn't know where to start. At the beginning, I guess, but then I don't really remember the begining. I remember the middle. Or, no, that's a lie, too, because I remember Luka arriving and he was there for 9 years.

Oh, ER. Fifteen years is just not long enough.