You had plenty money 1922

Sitting in main draft. which will not change until they've finished the other end of the office. FREEZING.

Playing with last.fm, since though I can access iplayer at new office, it's stuck on 'connecting'. Which will be an utter arse when i want to re-listen to radio 4. Fortunately, in a lull period when it comes to Just a Minute and the News Quiz. ...Though for the other users of last.fm, does it regularly do the thing where you pick an artist, pick _insert artist here_ radio, but it takes a good 10-12 songs for it to get to a track by that artist? Oh, and the bass appears to be missing.

Still no work email - personal, yes, work, no. Customer services rang up to ask what our new one was and I informed them we didn't have it yet. They asked if we could tell them when we do. I think we're not going to tell them that we have it until doomsday...

Not sure I like this chair. shoulders aching a bit.

Watched finale of BSG. which comes under 'uh. wha? um. uh. gah! But I had friends on that basestar!' Good, equal amounts of no fucking idea *what* happened there, tied up everything, nice job on using weird-arse flashbacks from much earlier in series, and oh, coda, nice job on freaking us out. Roll on Caprica.

Random arse survey : tell me your current mobile ringtone. No matter how embarassing. Mine's the Farscape S2 theme.

Well, after one of the IT guys managed to crash my computer remotely (there is a reason our dept bans them from our computers - we see that little messenger box pop up and we fear) I stormed in, grabbed him and said 'you will come and fix what you did *now*', he got the answer to the question he'd originally wanted (he wanted to install version 6 of something and we were replying with 'er, did that last week' - so checking that it was + serial number), and he went through the deepest darkest parts of the registry to find any start-up stuff to see what was getting my computer to a crawl in the past week. And you know what we found? ITUNES. on the start-up. WTF? I distinctly remember opting out of it the last time I attempted to put a quicktime update through. BAD APPLE.

Yesterday I started writing at lunchtime and continued writing on the way home. Bit of random thinking inbetween writing periods, but otherwise complete stream of consciousness prose, no crossings-out fic. Which was 7 pages of A4 Peter/Susan/Bacchus porn. :facepalm: I have no idea why either. Quite decent porn, too, where Bacchus essentially snorts at Peter and Susan's reluctance to get it on at a revel because of the little thing called siblinghood. Never mind that I ship Peter/Susan *anyway*, but I did always wonder how they got together in my head the first time round. And apparently it involves wine and Bacchus going 'don't be fucking stupid'.

Other news. Continuing the Thin Veneer of Civility 'verse (post-war Pevensies) which is essentially their parents freaking out, and need to finish the scene I'm currently on, which is Peter home on leave. And the parents seeing yet another side to them - Lucy's bossiness and insistence on checking out Peter for injuries because she doesn't trust him or the army medics is bloody weird, because yes, she wants to be a nurse, but she hasn't even left school yet, for instance. And no, Susan is not that alienated from the others as CS Lewis had it. She's being practical and making the best of things. And may be getting recruited into government or spy work at some point in the future.

work is at that stage where I'm about to hit someone. And am contemplating presenting HR with my next dental bill due to ongoing teeth-grinding and jaw clenching. Also any related nurofen bills.

and now I've got that 'we were going to go see dark knight tonight only everyone's dropped out and what about this weekend?' I don't bloody *live* in London.

no, really. cannot cope. off to mordor.

Tired. Hot. Brain feels like swiss cheese due to job. (tedious, tiring, annoying, brain-deadening, stressful, brain is not engaged whatsoever, pissed off with the general shite) Looking for new jobs. Problem being that I'm not qualified for very much and tend to run screaming from most office type stuff. Can't afford to take time off for re-training, anything vaguely interesting tends to pay less than my current job - and I'm just about surviving on this wage, have no idea what I actually want and was ready to kill something at the end of the last time I was in education. Add to that the problem of London makes me ill but all my friends and social interests are in London. Yeah. I'm fucked.

Jodie won the Nancy competition (squee and bitching and discussion over at nancy_or_oliver, Cameron and ALW really need to remember that people have opinions about Oliver!, and if you wanted someone really different that you could mould for a role, you should be re-doing the entire production, not leaving it to the public to decide. and the public really resent being told who to vote for when the person you're pushing has shown time and again that she can't act, is really awkward on stage, can't dance and is horribly inconsistent. Especially when one of the other contestants is sweet, warm, funny, can act, has great stage presence, a great voice, and generally conforms to people's idea of the role (plus the two judges who are actually being honest and thinking in terms of who the public would like plus who'd they like to act against really like - and yes, it was gleesome to see JB and Denise's little victory dance). Oh, and then you called her fat in the semis.

Oi, wiccachik, was poking around some theatre sites and it looks like the Bournemeister is doing a new production at Sadlers. Dorian Grey, 2nd -14th Sept (premieres at Edinburgh festival on Aug 22nd for anyone up that way, she says, giving Celia a pointed look). However, the only Bourne production listed at New Wimbledon is Edward Scissorhands for November. And no listing of whether Brick Shithouse is in it. :mutter mutter mutter:

Spent sunday afternoon at Stonor (family known for being around since Norman times - the original house dates from the 12th century, and then being really, really rich until they got fined like crazy for having an addiction to harbouring catholic priests during the Reformation), which is pretty, great for history geeks, has really gorgeous gardens (somewhat amused and calculating how much money they were making from the VW rally going on in a field at the front - £7 entry for rally *and* house, and we're pretty sure we saw some pre-war VW vans as we were driving out). Chatted to the volunteer tour people that lurked in the various rooms, talked to one bloke, turned a corner, then brain did the blinky blinky as the hairstyle was somewhat distinctive and realised that that tour person was Lord Camoys. (family photos on the tables in some of the rooms)

off to buy toothpaste.