How bad does this look?
How much will I totally be seeing it?
Don't pretend that Conan the Barbarian wasn't an important part of your childhood! ...or maybe that was just mine? You know... looking back on it... Arnold Swarchenegger really was quite involved in my formative years: Terminator(s), Predator(s), Conan(s), Total Recall (which SCARRED ME, If you're reading this, mother!)
But this Conan is different. Because this Conan is Jason Momoa and I want into his pants. Like every sane person should.
Everyone knows my favourite characters are the Bad Girl types, but you know what type I love even more? It's the Damaged Tough Chick (Who's Secretly Actually Incredibly Breakable) With Childhood Trauma And An Inability To Properly Connect To Other People On An Emotional Level.
(See: Aeryn Sun. See: Faith. See: Kara Thrace.)
This post is actually just my reasoning for why I've watched five episodes of the second season of Legend of the Seeker, a show I had previously told everyone I couldn't stand. But it's NOT MY FAULT, you guys. Because Cara Mason? Cara Mason is just Aeryn Sun with blonde hair, I swear to god. Cold, hard killing machines trained since childhood and starved of love. ♥ ♥ ♥
And my love for Aeryn and all her screwed up emotional problems and epic hotness and serious ability to reduce all people around her to a bloody pulp knows no limits. NO LIMITS. Thus I cannot be blamed at all for watching Legend of the Seeker.
This will be my excuse and I am sticking to it so hard. (However, this show? Still so incredibly over the top and camp but... blonde!Aeryn, okay? IF YOU DENY ME ANY VERSIONS OF AERYN SUN I WILL SMITE YOU ALL.)
EDIT: Uh, so, seven episodes in and this is the first time I've looked at the main guy and thought 'I would hit that so hard.' You know why? Because now he's EVIL. God, do I ever have a type.
I just found the Easter Egg on the season three Mighty Boosh DVD of Bollo auditioning to be the Cadbury's gorilla. Adorable. Oh Bollo, I do so love you.
Tonight Ali and I went over to Cath and Jen's place (Ness there too- THE LFOD REUNITED!) for a desert night which meant, oh lord, so much sweet om noms we all thought we'd explode. Cath also made something wobbling and pink and penis-like once she'd given it mint ice-cream testicles. She is filthy.
Unrelated to Boosh (I promise): I really want another tattoo. So very much. I've been having plans and sketches and the like. (I'm thinking a giant Noel Fielding chestpiece in metallic blue and gold, what do you think? It'd be the mirrorball suit. Very classy and subtle. I'll use my nipples for the eyes.)
Greetings from Australia, my lovelies. How are we all on this most glorious of days? (Well, it's a really gorgeous day here anyway. I can't speak for where any of you are.)
Mum bought us eighty dollars worth of alcohol last night. It's almost like being at dad's. Almost.
I have mango. Do you have mango?
Oh! THERE IS A COMIC STORE HERE NOW! Where was that in my teen years?? And they have an awesome Ash action figure and I WANT IT! No, need it. They also have comics of 'Army of Darkness and Xena' and 'Army of Darkness and Obama' OH YES THERE IS.
I got to see Lewi at the airport and it was awesome! And then on the 30th I get he AND Lara and then Tim will pick me up. Social!
omg, Neil Gaiman just posted Tim Minchin on his journal. THAT MAN KNOWS EVERYONE AWESOME.
One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.
Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*
Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥
*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.
TV, you lied to me again.
Tonight there was an informal sewing group in the living room as we all try and finish garb before Canterbury Faire. (Oh man, so close. How much can I not wait for nine days of medievalness? The answer is A LOT.) I am not even half way around hemming the skirt on my GIANT freaking gown. It's going to take forever but it will be worth it. Everyone loves a huge skirt.
After sewing we didn't do much. Oh, except that we watched Repo!! OH MY GOD, FOR THE FRACKING WIN! :D It made me happy in my pants and in my soul. (The bits with Anthony Stewart Head singing and being evil made me especially happy in the pants region.)
How tempted am I to watch it again later tonight?
SO VERY MUCH Not at all. Nope. None.
Musical and Medieval both start with an M. M is clearly awesome.