Vetinari For America
Jan. 8th, 2006 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenOh, ye gods. There actually exists Vimes/young!Vetinari slash on teh internet. And what's more, it's good. I still have much love for young!Vetinari, because, well, he is adorable. In a prickly sort of way, granted, but still, I love how you can see he's going to grow up into an amoral tyrant, but he's still sweetly eighteen and thoroughly embarrassed by his elderly relatives. I can't remember who it was who said Christian Coulson, who played Tom Riddle, would be a perfect choice for casting for young!Vetinari, but it's so true. Night Watch is my favourite Discworld novel and in the top ten of my favourite books, and having re-read it twice over the last couple of weeks, I've felt the need to start re-reading all the City Watch books. I have Jingo and Guards! Guards! - I think I'll have to linger round Oxfam for Feet of Clay and The Truth, as once again I am bereft of money.
In other news, I am still stressed, have far too much to do next week, etc, etc, but I have a fridge. It is teeny-tiny and you can pick it up with one hand, but it will hold a pint of milk. This is good. And, and, it is pink. I plan to put stickers on it and call it Lulabelle, because it is that kind of kitchen appliance.
Um, I have nothing else of much import to say. I'm just a little blue about leaving home for nine weeks, excited to see everyone again, almost looking forward to getting back into life in Oxford (which I begin to suspect is different from life anywhere else), not looking forward to collections and the wacky existence of a PPEist, etc, etc, you get it. I'm also surprised that so many of my friends and acquaintances are glad to be leaving. I'm not. Well, it will be nice. But my family, my parents, are here, and I don't know why exactly and touch wood, my relationship with them has improved dramatically. Pedar and I are as on each others' wavelength as we've always been, which is nice to come home to, unchanged, but it seems all my mother and I need for us not to be at each other's throats all the time is to be apart, and think about nice things rather than be driven to spitting fury over lost socks and early hours and how much sugar is acceptable in tea. I'm going to miss my parents.
But that is all. Nothing is actually happening to me, or at least it won't until Monday. So, because this is a plotless sort of entry, I leave you all with a gift: the new Doctor Who theme, also known as the "Middle Eight", for no reason that I am aware. It has Ten shouting "Bullets can't stop it!" somewhere near the beginning, but is otherwise unmarred by the announcer-ish bits. And like I said before, it is lush and lovely and eee, I hope they stick with it.
I think I'm going to bed.
In other news, I am still stressed, have far too much to do next week, etc, etc, but I have a fridge. It is teeny-tiny and you can pick it up with one hand, but it will hold a pint of milk. This is good. And, and, it is pink. I plan to put stickers on it and call it Lulabelle, because it is that kind of kitchen appliance.
Um, I have nothing else of much import to say. I'm just a little blue about leaving home for nine weeks, excited to see everyone again, almost looking forward to getting back into life in Oxford (which I begin to suspect is different from life anywhere else), not looking forward to collections and the wacky existence of a PPEist, etc, etc, you get it. I'm also surprised that so many of my friends and acquaintances are glad to be leaving. I'm not. Well, it will be nice. But my family, my parents, are here, and I don't know why exactly and touch wood, my relationship with them has improved dramatically. Pedar and I are as on each others' wavelength as we've always been, which is nice to come home to, unchanged, but it seems all my mother and I need for us not to be at each other's throats all the time is to be apart, and think about nice things rather than be driven to spitting fury over lost socks and early hours and how much sugar is acceptable in tea. I'm going to miss my parents.
But that is all. Nothing is actually happening to me, or at least it won't until Monday. So, because this is a plotless sort of entry, I leave you all with a gift: the new Doctor Who theme, also known as the "Middle Eight", for no reason that I am aware. It has Ten shouting "Bullets can't stop it!" somewhere near the beginning, but is otherwise unmarred by the announcer-ish bits. And like I said before, it is lush and lovely and eee, I hope they stick with it.
I think I'm going to bed.
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on 2006-01-11 05:25 pm (UTC)It reminded me of Eight, too, and I kind of like that, because the instrumentals really do work.
Rabbits? Tell all.
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on 2006-01-11 08:05 pm (UTC)Also they are a meal source when it all gets too desperate. That day has not come yet, but I have no fear I'll be living here in second year, so...