prince caspian

Went to see Prince Caspian with Lissy and Emma (was meant to see Wanted with Megs, Jane and Jen, but certain people had to pull out so we postponed - I was poking the odeon website and told Lissy I was buggering off out of work 15 mins early to go see Prince Caspian and she went 'ooo? where?'). We may have over-squeed a bit. It was just so... so perfect. Edmund! Lucy! Peter! Susan! all the Telmarines! (Lissy, being a horse person, kept squeeing over the Andalusians, so we said 'fine, you can have the horses, we'll have the Pevensies and Caspian') I also may have scarred their brains a bit by mentioning :cough: the most frequent fic pairings for the Pevensies. Though they are in *total* agreement that Edmund is completely gay and that he so ran the intel and spy section.

Now watching LWW. They so wee! So innocent! and so..so... sorry, brain breaking after watching Peter try to handle a sword with no idea what he's doing when faced with Maugrim. This is after I've watched him fight battles and do some really fucking dirty one-on-one combat against Miraz a couple of hours ago. (there's headbutting in Caspian. Disney movie. Headbutting. For reals.) Post Prince Caspian, it's really really clear that Peter spent half his sodding time as a soldier. as did the others. Pevensies when faced with battle know *exactly* what they're doing. And hee, just got to the bit where they're about to go into battle and Edmund's starting to show signs of the completely supportive no-nonsense 'gets stuff done' person he's become by the time of Prince Caspian. ♥ Oooo, and just noticed : Peter at the first battle is wearing the same design of armour as he does in Prince Caspian, just... smaller. And shinier.

oh lord, now I desperately need post- Caspian fic back in the real world. And, er, au fic of them grown up and Peter as a soldier and leader of men who the army officers keep blinking over because this public school boy from Finchley who gives off this impression of perfect battle-hardened soldier and officer who has this ridiculous talent for tactics and didn't need lessons in dirty fighting. The fencing club learned long ago that he doesn't understand rules and sportsmanlike behaviour if you put a sword in his hand.

And dammit. Prince Caspian didn't have James McAvoy.

this day in history meme

gacked from bethbethbeth

2002. Really bad gay pirate sea shanty writing.

2003 Review of Nicholas Nickleby (Charlie Hunnam and Jamie Bell).

2004 Sloopy and Claire's bbq, and the revelation that when drunk I sound like a drunk Elizabeth Swann.

2005 lazing in Sarlat.

2006 football, UKFCC, and journeys up and down from Newcastle.

2007 wooziness and tastebuds going haywire

d/ling Caspian because i neeeeeed it. Also need to watch the 8 BSG eps I haven't yet, and the Canadian HDYSAPLM, and continue applying for jobs this evening

body

:pokes thighs: I hate you. Just so you know.

Jogging has resulted in me having muscled legs and apparently no cellulite. Sadly, this does not seem to translate to the bulges of fat I have on the top outside of thighs, even with the so-called 'sculpting for bikini' exercises I filched out of Zest magazine. dammit.

Decided to add a bit of punching on parts of the route after experimenting in doable-ness today. All in the name of having *some* back muscle in time for Discworld '08. (remember, other people get in shape for holidays and so on. I attempt it for conventions) Because, well, Conina.

also want a bit of flexibility, so hello some of the old boxing stretching exercises...