*fangasm*

Jan. 23rd, 2006 07:26 am
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ITV3 are showing old-school, first season, Original Ray Due South! Every day! They seem to be randomly leaving out episodes; according to the RT we seem to skip both parts of Chicago Holiday... but by my rusty reckoning that means we should have Hawk and a Handsaw on Monday, which is one of my favourites, and has been oft-quoted in this house since it's original transmission. In 1996. Yeah, we're geeks, all three of us.

"It's alright, Ray. I sharpened my hat buckle."

"You sharpened your buckle? What, you anticipated cutting your way out of a rubber room?!"

Forgive the geekpost, but I am incredibly attached to this programme. It was the first show I saw with actual, real, in-it-for-the-fans-yes-we-know-you-slash-the-characters subtext (although that was more in the Ray 2 years...) even if it did take me a while to figure out about the rubber ducks :D And all this on Saturdays at teatime!

*goes off to have breakfast and catch what she missed at 6 on the repeat*
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I just saw an MG Midget... and the guy behind the wheel looked a bit like Billy Boyd.

All I could think was - 'a hobbit in a midget!'

No, still not had any sleep.

But it'll still be funny after the full 8 hours!
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I. Can't. Fucking. Sleep. Again.

Someone, somewhere, is having a good old laugh right about now.

Incoherent insomiac-type brain-clearing post )
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Why is it I seem to gravitate toward fundimentalist 'christian' sites when I can't sleep? The inherent comedy, sure, but is there something else? Anyway, here's today's postcard from the edge: A Virtuous Woman.Org. The Virtuous Woman is, you guessed it, a stay-at-home mum, housekeeper, cook, gardener, entertainer - doormat. Just feast your eyes on this little gem:

"Do you have a servent's heart when it comes to your marriage? My mother has always been a good example of what a serving wife should be. She dotes over my father daily. She fixes him hot meals every night after she comes home from work and seems to tirelessly find ways to make his life easier. I think of her when I think of the kind of wife I want to be. I enjoy serving my husband. He is loving, works hard and appreciates a clean home and good food. In the time that we have been married I have found a deep source of contentment from serving him in the smallest ways."

It also seems that the Virtuous Woman can't spell. Servent? Or maybe that's federalist english... Akhmed? Princess? Bueller?

When we serve our husbands we begin to grow softer spirits, more loving hearts. When we serve our husbands our marriage is renewed and nurtured. When we serve our husbands what we are really doing is serving Jesus. We will be blessed in ways we can hardly imagine!

I feel sorry for people brainwashed like that. Sure, looking after our loved ones makes us better people, and being a caring person is another step on the road to being a good person, but it's give and take. The worst part is these women are conditioned into these roles based on the assumption that a book put together out of a millienium-long worldwide game of chinese whispers is all factually correct. It's always been my personal assumption that the contradictions and inconsistencies in the bible stem from... well, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, the wickedness of mankind. Lesser lights in the evolution of that book may have 'tweaked' a few things to suit themselves. It's pretty anti-women, all told (even though Jesus seemed to be a pretty equal-rights kind of guy.. hmm..). Which is interesting, cause aren't we told right back in Genesis that we were created in God's image... you know, like, all of us?

Ok... I have no idea where this rant came from... But hey, at least I now know the right way to wash dishes!
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It's twenty to three in the morning. That sentence should be illegal. But it is, it is you know!

So, today:
I got Lilo and Stitch out again ^_^ Watch this film, people!!

Via the medium of scanning in an ancient (9 years old fact fans) disintigrating, fucking huge poster that is now hanging on the back of my door, I managed to convince Alex that at the age of 18 a certain Dec was a flesh and blood bishonen! *giggles* He's off to Turkey for a week (Alex, not Dec, do I look like his publicist?) what am I going to do for randomness while he's off catching sun?! I hope he'll be ok...

I crashed a bit. The hyperness side effects have worn off now. My blood pressure's still low though... I get dizzy every time I stand up, which is nice.

Mum was in a bad way. Her back's worse than ever, but she won't go to see the doctor.

Dad installed a new, quiet, extractor fan in the kitchen. This may not sound much of anything, but the kitchen is directly below my bedroom, and the old fan sounded like it had delousions of being a 747...

I decided to stand down as Cadet leader for our Malta Unit... I may find myself talked out of it by a desperate Ronan, who won't want to get landed with the job on top of being shit on from a great height in his role as duty officer, poor sausage. What's the point in trying to change things to benefit people when those people deliberately put every obstical they can in your way? Plus, I'm just a kid, and my ideas don't carry any weight. Or are worth listening to at all. I'm not playing their assault course anymore. I feel so sorry for Ronan, he really does get it from all sides. DC carrys on the way he's going and he could find himself with a unit of one. Two if you count his ego.

I was looking through jotters in a desperate attempt to find a poem I wanted to work on (finished it ^_^) and I got a real dunt when a letter from my Great Uncle Dave fell out of one. He died when I was 16, but from I was 9 or 10 he wrote to me once a month, or once every other month when things were busy on the farm. And I always replied straight away. Dad said when he was helping to clean out his flat after he died, they found a folder with all my letters in it, carefully spread out and put away. It's not even like they were much, just silly stories and jokes, the odd picture I drew for him. But knowing he kept them all... I've kept most of his letters too, in an old shoebox. I put that one with the rest. I wish I had them all. Funny little aside... the scissors I use, were ones dad brought from Dave's flat, and in all that time, they've never gone dull. Hmm :-)

I'm talking crap now... it's probably time to try sleeping again.

ARRRRGHLE!

Mar. 26th, 2003 05:14 am
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I.
Can't.
SLEEP.

I may have a psychotic episode shortly. If you see me on crimewatch, come bail me out?
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (Default)
lalala I can't sleep!
lalala halleluja!
lalala I can't sleep!


Yeah! Testify!
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I've had no sleep... wheee, see me go!

Mum laughed at me last night, channel surfing to avoid romance films and lovesong programmes... turned into a good girly vegging session. Me mammy can tell a quare yarn, as they say in B'mena ;)
Today dad's taking me into Coleraine, just to walk about and mingle with the real people... and get new slipper socks, coz there's a dirty great hole in my 'hello kitty' ones :P He's sticking with me, rather than leaving me there and letting me go off on my own... I'm glad, I'm a bit shaky atm... *sigh* It's always one step forward, 37 1/2 steps back innit...

But dadtime is goodtime... so making the most of it.
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I have been having one of those down days where you're too low to care about anything...

Rant ahoy... )

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