burntcopper | humdiddly

Got up at 12:30 today - went to bed at 5am - way too much Due South porn. Plus getting back at midnight from London, where the day was spent partly in the queue for the Neil Gaiman signing at Forbidden Planet with

megolas for his kiddy horror story Coraline which I read whilst in the queue. Being right at the front meant we spent the getting there early period reading the book and watching the Toni & Guy students having fag breaks, stick figures in unshowy yet highly fashionable black with the kind of haircuts you only see on those whose life is their hair and can thus achieve them. Have decided from what I've heard of Nsync's earlbum am not impressed. Coraline's not as good as some of his previous kids stuff - The Day I Swapped My Dad For Two Goldfish and Violent Cases are in my opinion far better. Still, good, and has some classic Gaiman touches - black button eyes and strange cats and passageways; of all his work it's most reminiscent of Neverwhere which I love and adore, with a little touch of The Doll's House arc in Sandman.

After that, came the sitting in Starbucks with one of the girls in the queue talking fanfiction. Had one of those very, very strange moments of fandom when somebody recognises you. When I was recognised from Buffy and Warren Ellis, I wasn't knocked too much sideways as I have several websites and was a regular poster on the messageboard in the Ellis category. This one... I got recognised as an author after we discussed fanfiction and gaves out our pennames. It turns out she reads the Dark is Rising slash on ff.net. According to Meg I did a very good imitation of a cartoon character whose jaw drops to the table in shock and then rolls up again. Had interesting discussion on HP, a bit of Buffy, LOTR, Lotrps and those stories that everyone's either heard of or has read.

After that, came the trip to Wagamama. We used to be addicts to Mr Wu's and Mr Au's. These days we worship at the Japanese restaurant with so many outlets in London it's untrue. Zasai Gohan, c'mere. And then Borders where the coffee shop was invaded and mentally scarred by the Jack, the Katie, the Tanya, the Meg and the Heather talking loudly about slash, sex, and Victorian prostitution terms from 5-10pm. While over in one part of that floor they had a serious, deadly dull talk on Lesbian Literary Culture. Bland-faced drones all v. serious and upright listening to someone reading out deathly dull prose. 'I met her on the train. It was Tuesday...' :yawn:. This was overheard as we sashayed to the loo occasonally. We were having far more fun scarring anyone in earshot talking incest in The Lost Boys and plot points of Oz, where you can get cute boys and violence.

I WAS A HAPPY CHILD
lucky you. you were what every child should be.
carefree. optimistic. and happy.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)