Third time lucky

Dammit, I had most of a post written, and the computer deleted almost all of it. Gaaahh! (Twice!)

I actually have nothing particularly interesting to write, but you'll note that the most recent comment on the last post contains implicit death threats, so I figured that for the sake of my health, I'd best make with the typing.

(Weird, the blogger program is showing this text as bigger than usual. Also weird, I always seem to misspell 'weird' as 'wierd' when I'm not concentrating. I suppose, though, that this is not not evidence of Wierdness so much as of Poor Education.)

Also, have decided to try reinstating the Emphatic Capitalisation, of which I am rather Fond (is the capital F too much?).

Now a Guilty Admission: Oprah is on in the room in which I am now sitting, and I'm still here. This sycophantic crowd is bugging me a bit, but Orlando Bloom is on, and he has the ponytail and little moustache and beard thing, not the girl hair has sometimes has and he's just so.... pretty. hehehe.... *fangirls*

This is alook I'm especially fond of, although not always, but I do think that it works well with the right bone structure. (cf. Tim).

Oh good grief, this show is just like a ritualistic exhange of compliments: “you’re really great [overfamiliar name of guest]” “oh no, you’re really great Oprah!” “No, you!” ad so on. And the crowd goes nuts each time, too. Also,she says “I love that about you” a lot, about various ‘deep’ aspects of the actors, as though she really knows them. Ha.

Catie wants to steal my computer to “edit my post” [read: stop me from blathering, and check her own email, and more importantly to rush ahead of me to Pun’s blogans steal the stars which would otherwise be Rightfullly Mine] But I am Nobly Resisting her Evil Plots.

Today being Saturday, we took Pun to Glebe Markets, which was fun in an uneventful sort of way. (You see I have nothing much to write, but you can’t Defy Catie’s Ploys without typing in these situations, so I shall type on wilfully. Heh.

Also, we went to Pride and Prejudice yesterday evening, which was rather nice. Of course they had to make it rather shorter. A 6 hour miniseries doth not easily a 2 hour movie make. (I should point out that I do realise that it’s originally a book, which I have indeed read a number of times, but really, we know that a book can be made into an ordinary-length movie, and who doesn’t think of the miniseries these days?) Our perceptions of these characters have been shaped by the BBC version. So obviously the New Darcy was under scrutiny (I’d like to capitalise Scrutiny, but I fear that I may get Carried Away as I progress). Whilst he was obviously different from Colin Firth who is, as you might say, the Canon Darcy of this last decade, he was also a bit like a combination of John Cusack and Alan Rickman, which is something of a good thing. (Or a Good Thing, even. V. 1066 and All That)

Anyway, the evening has much improved as I’ve rewritten this whole blasted thing, so now we’re watching Lord of The Rings on TV, having had dinner preceeded by Bruscetta. It really is Very Good Bruscetta. Usually it’s Great Bruscetta, or even Excellent Bruscetta, but we could only get Reasonably Good Tomatoes, which rather let the side down.

Anyway, now we have Mango Sparkling Wine, which I bought from the QVB on Thursday, and is Luvverly.

In other news, I wore my Super Ultra Funky Cool Top Hat to uni last week, which was pretty great. One of the best things about the Sutekhers is that they can be relied upon to think that that sort of thing is really great.

Ooh… Low Battery. I’d best go, but have a nice day/evening/life, Oh Adoring Fans. And Adieu. *blows condescending kisses and Condescending Kisses too*