firefox go boom

or rather it crashed, and I lost allllllll my tabs when it restarted, without even the usual option of 'it closed unexpectedly, restart session?'. Like, a good few weeks' worth of ones that I'd left open, thinking I'd get round to them eventually. Sadly, no. Because I got past the 6 day bit in history and couldn't see/distinguish from the ones I actually *wanted* to read. Bollocks. Suspect the ones I wanted may be older. :mutter:

:pokes empty foil wrapper: Whaddya mean the Tardis egg is all gone? I'm sure it was here a minute ago.

Watched No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency with parentals (who're addicts of the books) and yes, pretty, the supporting characters are brilliant and it's fun, but my god Caitlin Moran was right in the Times Metro TV review column. Vicar of Dibley does Botswana. Need to d/l He Kills Coppers.

Just so you know, we hate psmorrison. Pubmeet, which was for once held in the o'Neills on Cannon St (rather than its usual Holborn location) due to that being nearer the Stone which Sloopy was renting out for his birthday in the evening - costume encouraged, but due to the fact that all my costumes that fit are *skimpy*, I failed and went as Jenny Sparks. Which is essentially a union jack vest top. Though later, me and Giles did a swanky pilots' double-bill escort for ksbpooks on our hunt for Domino's as he was dressed as Original Capt. Jack Harkness and I had my flying jacket and white scarf on. Flying gear goooooood when weather is fucking freezing.

Anyway : the reason we hate Paul. The pubmeet lot find it extremely amusing that yours truly, when tickled in the correct place, squeaks and emits very high-pitched noises, and have been known to attack for the hell of it. Jackie, Shaun, Claire, Sonya and Chris did this. Then Paul got out the camera and started encouraging them to do it more so that he could video it. I ended up on the floor. And accused him of low-grade encouragement of happy-slapping. WE HATES THEM ALL.

Have fabric for the swiss Miss outfit. Need to cut and sew, and then tweak hood of Jedi Chef robe and make headgear. :eyes play.com: I don't need a lightsaber, I don't need a lightsaber...

hrrrm

It would be a bad, bad thing to set up a comm/challenge called something like 'tw_history', right? devoted to that thing I was blathering about a few weeks back, where you'd have stories set at the different torchwoods over its history - 1960s avengers! Torchwood London, 1970s torchwood, run by Gene Hunt or similar. Cold War Torchwood. WW2 Torchwood. ( cut for 2x12 spoilers )

Crossovers encouraged.

Also. Arse. due to the firefox tabs crash, I lost a WW2 SGA story I'd been meaning to read. Does anyone have any ideas about one posted in the past month or so?

...dammit

Don't you just hate it when people know your guilty pleasures?

Dad walks into the kitchen when I've just got all the stuff together for cutting and pinning a costume (cloth, patterns, tools, etc) - no way am I going to get the sewing done today - reads a bit of a review out of the tv mag, we giggle, and then says casually 'oh, and The Princess Diaries is on in fifteen minutes, so you'll be moving all that into the study, right?'

Me : '...I hate you so much.'

So yes, I did de-camp to the study and did all of the cutting on the bay window ledge whilst watching the film while mum watched it on the sofa after some deliberation and constantly turning around from her idle surfing on the computer. And then put on The Princess Diaries 2 after about fifteen minutes of godawful Tim Westwood on the radio (seriously, does that man not know how much people take the piss out of his put-on voice?) as something more cute, funny and non-taxing.

Just the waist-bodice thing to go. :sigh: