cute enough to shoot you down

Home after a hellish day at the surgery. What is it with people who know there's something wrong with them, and then wait until the something wrong grows to the size of a melon before seeking help? Jesus, people.

We've been really busy packing and slowly moving stuff over to the new place. If I managed to forget to give you our new address, let me know. I'm not mass-texting it because I don't know how.


Any friends of S' reading this: he may be a bit sporadic in his net usage. On top of all the moving, something seems to have happened with a friend of his or something. Whatever it is, it's put him in a bit of a mood.


OH. Pub night! I knew I'd forgot something. It was pretty ordinary, as pub nights go. Tony's still a prick and tried to take our table again, but we set him right with the help of a couple of new guys to the quiz. They seemed pretty all right. One of them was former military and served in Iraq. He and his boyfriend joined our team, which was a bit unfair to them, because it means they came pretty close to last on their first night. haha sorry, guys. We told you we suck.

We may be seeing more of them at the quiz. Hopefully we do. They seemed to be just as annoyed at Tony as the rest of us.

Swedish scientists deliberately OD on sleeping pills.


In other news, not_thatbill has lost his dog. It's a big black scruffy male that answers to Junior (pictures on Bill's journal). If anyone in the Regents Park area has seen the dog, please let him know.


In other, other news, I am not on Tumblr. I don't know who has the Jumperfucker name over there, and I'm sure they're a lovely person, but they are not me.

So, the BBC aired SHERLOCK tonight, and... well, wow, really. I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. Holmes and Watson Sherlock and John (I don't think I'll ever get used to that) running across rooftops and using GPS to track criminals. Wow. I'll do a proper write-up later. Or maybe just wait until S does his and link to it, because he's probably better at that sort of thing than I am.

BUT! That wasn't even the best bit. The best bit was all the everyone who came over. Very successful turnout, I thought. Finally got to meet salts_theway in person. She was cool. Pretty much exactly what I was expecting, I think. And just like I promised everyone, S was... well, okay. Not exactly behaved, but civil. He mostly just ignored everyone, and spent most of the time pointing out plotholes in the show. Well, shouting at them. He really didn't like that Holmes didn't work out the thing with the killer (being intentionally vague so I don't have to cut for spoilers).

It went off fairly... ok. We did have another group of people from holmeschat show up. I'm so sick of those people. Seriously. Maybe these ones will get stupid and post to HC as well so I can bring the smackdown on them as well. But Mary and Bill took care of them so I didn't have to deal wit them.

Once again, my flat is completely cover in popcorn. It's all ground into the carpet, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to try to pull out the sofa to get all of it. You guys, seriously. And if it isn't popcorn, it's cake. WTF, I thought we were all adults. Why is there cake ground into my chair? BILL, YOU WERE SITTING THERE. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT CAKE? I swear, you're about this close to having embarrassing pictures show upon on the internet. I'll put them on HC if I have to.



Harry called a bit after the episode was over to have a bit of a shouting match. Sorry to everyone who was still here, again. She was pissed off that I did the pub quiz last night but I just didn't even want to deal with it. My phone's off for the night. If you need me, send S a text or something. He's good at screening calls.

Mike and Bill came over yesterday for Hot Fuzz, and made a total mess out of my front room with pop corn. But it was a lot of fun, and really has me looking forward to tomorrow. S sort of watched it with us, but spent most of it napping. But to be fair, we did wind up doing everything right in the middle of when he normally has his nap on the sofa. And apparently neither hell nor high water is going to keep him from napping. It's kind of adorable, actually (Mike and Bll agreed).

By the way, Mary. The cake was awesome. S wouldn't let me have much of it, but what I was able to eat was quite delicious.

And speaking of cake, someone showed up at my door during the film yesterday with a bunch of Jaffa cakes. Guess what: we do know who you are and I've spoken with let_us_trade about a restraining order against you. This will be happening in a few hours. But just a word of advice, for you and everyone else from holmeschat: stay away from me, and stay away from S. You all know that he's not as nice as I am, and I'm not going to stop him from defending himself.


On a happier note, pub quiz tonight! I've been looking forward to this all week. S has decided not to come with, but he'll leave the house when he's ready.


And for Saturday: How many people should we be expecting? I think S knows most of you by now, but I want to make sure.