rants and ramblings of utter randomness

I wrote this list in a comment to peacey, and I figured I'd post it here, too, to rec them and also to remind everyone that yes, I am the dorkiest dork in Dorkdom.

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One side effect of mainlining mass quantities of Dr. Who eps close together is that my normal thinking voice has suddenly developed a London accent (at least I think it's London, what do I know?). This would generally be a very cool thing except for my tendency to talk to myself think out loud. Which means that people who are used to me sounding like a New Englander will think I'm even weirder more eccentric than usual.

So I'm in the middle of watching the season premiere of Little Mosque, and guess what's playing in the background of one of its scenes?

"Two Houses".

No, really, I played it back to be sure.

My week, she is made. ♥

Dorkiest. Dream. Ever.

Okay, so I was Somewhere in Ontario(tm), in a store that apparently was a competitor of Canadian Tire. It was a field trip of some kind, and I was with a whole group of people;catwalksalone, unhurt and meresy were also in the group.

For some reason we were camping out in said store, and I remember suggesting we also visit an actual Canadian Tire, since I'd never been in one (a true fact, btw, but um. Not one that bothers me, honest). Everyone was all, yeah, that's a great idea. They were all WAY too enthusiastic about this plan (including [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who, well. Just wouldn't get all het up like that in RL over a trip to Canadian Tire, fergodssake).

Someone else suggested we make a side trip to Ottawa (and okay, a trip to Ottawa as an afterthought to a planned visit to the local Canadian Tire? Um.). Anyway, we didn't do either of those things in my dream, but I did get to go on this giant swing that looked like a ski lift, and we all got to look around the store and then camp out on the floor in sleeping bags. There was a nerdy computer guy doing something Very Important there, too; I don't remember what it was, just that it was pretty much essential to life as we know it or something. And there was a little kid who may or may not have been my Amelia. There was more, which I would have been able to remember if I'd written this down right after I woke up.

So if someone writes Roslin/Palin, is it RPF or FPF?<sup>*









*</sup>I am not writing this, nor do I know of anyone who is. The question is completely hypothetical, honest. But still. Which would it be?

Clearly I'm losing what's left of my sanity.

Tecchie flist people:

Is there any way I can save this beautiful thing to my computer (shut UP!)? The site has disabled right-click, and all the tricks I've tried are to no avail.

I've been having really weird dreams lately, wtf? I just woke up from a dream where I was trying to play my old LP of Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs, and it wouldn't play because something that looked like old varnish was bubbled and peeling from it, and it was warped. This was probably the worst dream of all recently, because I love that album!

Before that I dreamed I was (erm, how do I put this?) in a situation that would have made an interesting slashfic, only I'm not a guy and therefore am not, erm equipped? Also, the other person in question is someone with whom I'd never even consider being in such a situation (Yeah, yeah, the only thing I dream about ever that resembles sex and it's direct from Bizarro!World and isn't sexy in the least). I fail at dream!sex.

Somewhere in the mix last night I dreamt that Oldest Daughter was pregnant. I was mostly concerned with buying her a Hotsling and making sure she never entered the Baby Factory.

A couple of days ago I dreamt that Stephen Harper was one of my patients (which if true, would have explained a few things), which would have been weird enough if he actually looked like himself. But I wasn't even afforded that tiny bit of realism; no, he had to go and look like the Well-Manicured Man from the X-Files. At least I can console myself that he wasn't the person in Dream #2.

The conclusions might be:

1. Nostalgia is so thirty years ago, so get over it.

2. Fried ice cream might not have been such a good dessert. Also reading lots of con reports in a row.

3. I like Hotslings?

4. I am a giant giant dork even in my dreams.

My mother has DirectTV and it has seventy million grillion music channels and one is this very cool thing called The Village which has all sorts of wonderful folkie stuff and just when I think they can't top themselves OMG THEY'RE PLAYING STAN ROGERS.

Life is good ATM.