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I have so much to write about right now, it's silly. I am trying to write something sensible about India in a Word doc, and mostly failing, so I'm being quiet because nothing too interesting has happened since I got back. Unless you count my suffering a sequence of killer headaches and being a total klutz with a knife - today, I have cut into two of my fingers, my palm, and bizarrely, one of my toes - which I don't.
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hathy_col and I are the World's Coolest Humans and thus spent our afternoon doing this: ( Read more... )
The one on the right is supposed to be a TARDIS. It's sort of, er, wibbly. The one on the left was supposed to be far more detailed and outlined in orange gel (honestly, the kit came with orange gel), but our Daleks are, appropriately, mutant. They tasted good, especially as we used the leftover dough to make Tribbles and ate them too.
Of course, the occasion for all this baking was me seeing the last two episodes of Doctor Who, finally, and I can't do proper in-depth reviews of them now, but will just say a few things about each:
( The Sound of Drums )( Last of the Time Lords, or, why I have never loved a character as much as Martha Jones )
Speaking of which, the cookie kit above had a set of stickers, and while most of them aren't much good, there is one of the Face of Boe. It would be beyond-redemption geeky to stick it to my laptop, Y/Y?
Sigh. In other news, I have my old job back, I am unbelievably jet-lagged, I really will write something about India, and I have restarted watching Slings And Arrows and am again amazed at just how brilliant the writing is. And how delightfully twisted the humour - it's a very special kind of show that gives you the dialogue, "I take antidepressants by the fistful - all different kinds, and NOTHING WORKS!" and has it be the funniest thing you've ever seen.
And, finally, before I stop babbling, I hate David Cameron. I hate him. I hate him and his smug face and his slicked-back hair and his stupid, condescending, social-throwback "Marriage First" policy. But when he was oozing all over the BBC news earlier, I found myself distinctly thinking, at least John Simm is almost pretty...
Clearly there is no hope for me.
No,
hathy_col and I are the World's Coolest Humans and thus spent our afternoon doing this: ( Read more... )The one on the right is supposed to be a TARDIS. It's sort of, er, wibbly. The one on the left was supposed to be far more detailed and outlined in orange gel (honestly, the kit came with orange gel), but our Daleks are, appropriately, mutant. They tasted good, especially as we used the leftover dough to make Tribbles and ate them too.
Of course, the occasion for all this baking was me seeing the last two episodes of Doctor Who, finally, and I can't do proper in-depth reviews of them now, but will just say a few things about each:
( The Sound of Drums )( Last of the Time Lords, or, why I have never loved a character as much as Martha Jones )
Speaking of which, the cookie kit above had a set of stickers, and while most of them aren't much good, there is one of the Face of Boe. It would be beyond-redemption geeky to stick it to my laptop, Y/Y?
Sigh. In other news, I have my old job back, I am unbelievably jet-lagged, I really will write something about India, and I have restarted watching Slings And Arrows and am again amazed at just how brilliant the writing is. And how delightfully twisted the humour - it's a very special kind of show that gives you the dialogue, "I take antidepressants by the fistful - all different kinds, and NOTHING WORKS!" and has it be the funniest thing you've ever seen.
And, finally, before I stop babbling, I hate David Cameron. I hate him. I hate him and his smug face and his slicked-back hair and his stupid, condescending, social-throwback "Marriage First" policy. But when he was oozing all over the BBC news earlier, I found myself distinctly thinking, at least John Simm is almost pretty...
Clearly there is no hope for me.