sarren

There's a huge indoor antiques market up the road. Lost yesterday afternoon there.

Spent $177.( For that I got )

Best day's shopping ever. Of course, now I have to buy a new bag to carry it all home. *headdesk*


I am enjoying my new book so much, I used to lap this stuff up when I was a teenager.

A French police inspector, looking at The Saint -

The sight of the tall broad-shouldered figure sprawled with such impudent grace in his shabby armchair made a mockery of the conventional stiffness of the room, just as the casual elegance of its clothing afronted the hard-worn dilapidation of the furniture; the warm bronze of the preposterously handsome face seemed to bring its own sun into the dingy room, whispering outlandish heresies of open skies and wide places where the wind blew; and because of this man the office seemed more cramped and drab and dustier than ever, and the gloom of it touched the soul of its proper occupent.

Hee!

It took me a couple of pages of handling the book carefully to remember that this was published when books were made to last, instead of being made to fall apart after 3-4 reads. *fondles book lovingly*


( Embarrassing adolescent fantasies about Simon Templar )

I have just re-read my last post and would like to reassure people that I am not a crazy twelve-fingered mutant.

So. I could go to bed.

OR I could keep watching the same episode of Smallville over and over and over again, interspersed with checking out lj. And maybe watch that songvid where Clark looks particularly hot a few hundred more times.

*hugs Clark and Lana tightly*

BEST SHOW IN THE WORLD.

MASSIVE SMALLVILLE CRUSH CONTINUES.

Have finished season 2 - OMG CLIFFHANGER!!

Even rang around to find out if anyone had season 3 on sale *looks embarrassed*

Have resorted to obsessively watching songvids again.

One of my favourite things about this show is its interactiveness - it's necessary to shout at talk back to the characters, offer such important advice as

( in case anyone cares about these things )

I grew up watching Hogan's Heroes. In my teens I had this elaborately constructed fantasy epic in my head where Hogan and his men get called out to line up in the snow to 'meet' Klink's new 2iC, a war hero who's invalided out and recovering from wounds - who turns out to be Hogan's old lover - they lived together in Paris in the '30's. The lover had gone back to Germany to visit family and got called up and Hogan Never Saw Him Again.

I was a slasher before I knew what slash was.

Also, Hogan's war hero lover? Yeah, that was me. *blushes*

Then I grew up and wrote a Hogan/Klink fic that never saw the light of day.

However, if anyone is interested, here is a GOOD Hogan/Klink fic.
http://www.nightroadsassoc.com/klink.htm


( A bit of Hogan's Heroes trivia I saw on Amazon. What? I'm just looking. )

It's five minutes ago, I'm standing in the kitchen in jeans and bra bitching to Dragonfly about Foxtel's digital conspiracy.

Me *sips tea*
Dragonfly *talks*
Me I just spilled my tea on my tummy
Dragonfly *maintains eye contact* I wasn't going to mention that.