ah...ah...CHOO!
May. 8th, 2008 03:11 pmI'm languishing in bed, PC on my knees, ancient Morse on the tv (the other week I wondered who that schoolboy lurking by Morses' shoulder was then I realised OMGitsLewis) and surrounded by mountains of soggy tissues. It's awful. I look like an Ood with snot tentacles. For I am Mucous Lass - where other folks are mostly made of water, I appear to be primarily goo.
Sniffle. Snuffle. Still, I dragged myself off to see Iron Man yesterday, because it was my only window of opportunity. And I loved it. I loved it to bitty bits. What's not to love?
Needy slash buddy: check
Sassy Girl Friday: Check (and Gwennie should only ever play these roles)
OTT villain: check
And Robert, well, talk about the role he was born to play. I've carried a bit of a torch for Mr A. Stark since I was a wee bub and trust me, this is perfect casting (which makes it pretty damn special for a comic book film, since the casting is usually insane).
Anyway, loved to bitty bits (and I so wasn't expecting it to be laugh out loud funny or oh so old school slashtastic).
Today I was wrapping up the probate so it was sols, bank, post office, repeat. The bank was fun, because although I've been banking with them electronically for decades this was the first time I've fronted a teller in ages and they only had my teenaged sig on file. What a palava, but I eventually proved I was me.
Now I shall try and catch up on the ol' flist while I drip on the keyboard.
Oh, Lewis, were you ever that young???
Sniffle. Snuffle. Still, I dragged myself off to see Iron Man yesterday, because it was my only window of opportunity. And I loved it. I loved it to bitty bits. What's not to love?
Needy slash buddy: check
Sassy Girl Friday: Check (and Gwennie should only ever play these roles)
OTT villain: check
And Robert, well, talk about the role he was born to play. I've carried a bit of a torch for Mr A. Stark since I was a wee bub and trust me, this is perfect casting (which makes it pretty damn special for a comic book film, since the casting is usually insane).
Anyway, loved to bitty bits (and I so wasn't expecting it to be laugh out loud funny or oh so old school slashtastic).
Today I was wrapping up the probate so it was sols, bank, post office, repeat. The bank was fun, because although I've been banking with them electronically for decades this was the first time I've fronted a teller in ages and they only had my teenaged sig on file. What a palava, but I eventually proved I was me.
Now I shall try and catch up on the ol' flist while I drip on the keyboard.
Oh, Lewis, were you ever that young???