The only problem (if you can even really call it that) with my friends list, is that I tend to get sucked, by them, into fandoms I have only the barest knowledge of. So it was today, while out and about that I found myself musing on Due South. 'But Moose!' I hear you cry, 'You're a big fan of Due South! You already know a shitload about it!' And you would be right in crying this. The point is I was musing on How Benton Fraser Would Cope In Silent Hill. Complete with a whole subsection in my head on how it would most likely involve Victoria, and was Benton's main guilt about sacrificing her for Duty the first time round, or being prepared to sacrifice Duty for her the second?

To those who are responsible for this: you know who you are, and so does Zombie Piers. Be very wary :P

Anyway, dad and I were in town today and dad made this crack about needing either therapy or coffee...

Me: Go for the coffee, it's cheaper. The therapy's not worth it, you just get all frustrated and end up wanting to smack a bitch.
Dad: Your sexual preferences are your own business.
Me: *Creases with laughter*
Dad: And I'll want the frogman suit back when you're done!

Dad and I were in our favourite cafe today. Unfortunately, somebody there had stuck Westlife's Love Album on the cd player and was letting it run through. By the time they started murdering Easy I was in despair:

Me: Oh, god, next stop, the seventh circle - I swear, this is hell's elevator music!
Dad: *giggles, covers face with hands*
Me: What?
Dad: No, just I had this thought about 'going down with Westlife' but no-one needs that.
Me: For the love of god, mental floss! Or the number of Richard Hammond's brain surgeon!
Dad: Why, have you developed a sudden liking for celery?

This then put me in mind that I hadn't told dad about the bloody hilarious Four Horsemen Drivers of the Apocalypse comment fic that turned up on rionaleonhart's journal. Dad was impressed, but he had his own take on it...

Dad: Actually, I can see James May in a little hippie Beetle - you know, with big flowers painted on it - smiling and waving at people as he goes past and Clarkson on the phone going, 'You haven't quite got the hang of this Grim Reaper thing, have you, May?'

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Like you couldn't tell, I've not had much more than an hour's sleep since Wednesday, and I'm now at the seeing through time stage...

In just over two hours I will be in Belfast, preparing to scream myself stupid as four men in their late thirties try to prove they can still party like it's 1994.

To say I am excited, is akin to saying that Ant and Dec can be a tiny bit camp sometimes!

I would, however, like to take this opportunity to publicly acknowledge the awsomeness of my dad. Given my propensity to wig out in these kind of situations, even now, dad is coming with me - this despite the fact that he is still suffering Take That fatigue from the first time, and that he's actually claustrophobic, and crowds are not good for his wellbeing. I need him, so he'll be there. Now that is awsome, and I love him :)

(I still had to pay for his bloody ticket though. ;))

See you all on the flipside!

dad (the original marvel fanboy) and I were discussing comics:

Me: I hate when they reset the canon every few years - like superman, where Lex is
Dad: President, yeah... or Batman
Me: oh, god, yeah, Dick buggers off to be nightwing leaving Bruce to go through Robins like they're going out of fashion!
Dad: He can't find a Reliant Robin!

Context: While out and about, to protect my ipod screen from scratches in my handbag, I have been carrying it in an old odd sock (just as an interim until my next paycheck and I can get a hardshell case). It looks cool actually, it's one of those black socks with different coloured heel and toe parts... Anyway, this has led dad to randomly appearing with new (and increasingly daft) cover ideas. (I think my favourite so far was actually knitting a sock with the binary for 'ipod' in the pattern...). Thus:

Dad: (appearing suddenly in room) I'm gonna make you a cover for your ipod!
Me: You are?
Dad: Yeah, I'm gonna buy some waterproof material and make you a little windcheater for it. (He draws a coat-shape in the air with his fingers)
Me: A windcheater?
Dad: Yeah, well, then you can show it to people and tell them it's your Apple mac!

...He puts waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much thought into these puns!

Dad and I are off to see Batman Begins tonight - we booked the tickets on Saturday when we thought the weather was on the turn and now look! Nicest day so far and we're off to sit in a hot cinema! Ah well.

Lovely day sitting out on the back step reading and soaking up the sun - covered in suncream of course, because I burn and blister at the first sign of a weatherman in short sleeves!

Mmmm, sun makes me sleepy.

This morning dad and I went up to Portglenone Forest to walk the Bluebell trail.

It's amazing. The bluebells are at their peak, and when you come down the hill into the forest, there are just millions of them (no exageration) rolling down the hills from the Monestary into the forest... so beautiful.

We threw some pennies into the Lady's Well, saw a couple of squirrels (one of them doing the twitchy easily distracted while eating nuts thing, which of course prompted cries of "Did I leave the gas on? No, I'm a fucking squirrel!") and had a lovely morning. I hope to go back soon, before the bluebells die, to get some photographs.

Then we sat at a picnic table right at the edge of the forest, and had croissants and hot chocolate that we brought from home (why does hot choccy always taste better outside?) and just talked a load of crap and had a good time. (Nice to spend time with dad, he's been either out or lying down resting his back lately, and I've not been much better)

A Very Good Day :)

My dad's insane. I just discovered he was off climbing Slemish this morning. With his back! He's going to keep doing stuff like this until it packs in completely, isn't he?

Now he's home he's making a fancy dinner for mum for their anniversary. Lunch was salad and warm chicken and for dinner there is duck.

He is insane.

Dad and I were planning our shopping later:

Me: Oh, I want to get some videos as well.
Dad: You running out?
Me: Yeah, and the new series of Saturday Night Takeaway starts today!
Dad: Not today...
Me: Oh yeah, tomorrow *blush*
Dad: The clue is in the name!
Me: I forgot it was Friday!
Dad: Coz we're doing the shopping.
Me: Yeah, and coz the boys were on GMTV earlier, they were in my head, you know?
Dad: Oh, talking about the new show?
Me: Yeah!
Dad: Indescriminatly plugging... and promoting the show as well...
Me: ...

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*snork*

Dad: *laughs*

What a scorcher of a day - the red in my hair has really come out and I'm more freckle than woman - I look like a low grade Weasley! Dad and I were on the beach at Portstewart Strand, where the first northern ireland kite festival was being held. What a show! Parachuting teddy bears, a man flying three two handed stunt kites at once, huge great baloon-like kites staked into the sand for as far as you could see (and we brought our own kite with us and got it up pretty far!).

Maybe not everyone's idea of fun, but I loved it!