A Number Of Things

Am currently in Ilkley, and will be until Monday morning. I think that about covers that.

Have just watched Ocean's Twelve. (stsquad's copy, which I bought him for his birthday. What? Mum was going to watch it on pay-per-view, and I thought this made more sense. I am sure he will not mind. Anyway I'll have it back before he knows it's missing so he'll never ohshi

( Ocean's 12: some small spoilers )

Word of the day: Hideous. Try to use it more in casual conversation.

While I am here I have been prompted to note my thoughts on the newest series of Stargate: SG-1, on the basis that they are likely to prompt the visitation of extreme pain upon my person.

( Farscapegate )

And that's what'll get me hurt.

[1] Yes I'm not saying it's likely.

Dreamjournal

Two things I remember from last night's dreams:

1) For some reason LJ had decided to reparse some of this post. I don't reamember much about that part, but I distinctly recall that "I love it when a plan comes together" had been separated out into its own sentence. I did write it very late at night.

2) I was driving in my car and pulling onto a motorway, when the traffic all slowed to a crawl. Investigation revealed that a car transporter had been involved in an accident and shed its load - there were broken cars everywhere. (Despite this when I actually saw the car transporter it was fully loaded with cars, because, you know, that's what a car transporter looks like.) Then I had to keep stopping because there were people in the road, wrapped in blankets and walking slowly away from the crash. I decided that, me being alone in my car and these people having to walk, it was only sensible to offer people lifts; after filling my car I spotted my younger sister out in the road looking quite annoyed. I obviously had to throw somebody out of the car to let her in, but who? That's when I woke up.

Chalk that latter one down to watching most of the pilot to Battlestar Galactica (notably the scene where Boomer and Helo agree to take survivors off-world in their tiny ship), followed by a long drive home to see my Mum and sister.

Fights with Lawnmowers

Today I decided to ask my mum to cut my hair, because it went quite well last time and, I don't know, it's insanity week or something.

I would be lying if I said I was ecstatic with the results. It's still drying, so it may improve, but I reckon it's far too short and the ends are too thinned-out. Apparently she was going for a "layering effect" but got a bit too enthused - she's basically managed to faithfully recreate that horrible awkward stage where it's still growing out and it's too long to wear down but too short to look like anything but a pathetic ponytail wannabe if you tie it back. (Come to think of it, I seem to recall that while I was initially growing it out I had to keep having trims specifically to avoid a layering effect.)

So, yeah, not best pleased. I think next time a professional touch may be in order.

I'll get some pictures at some point, because I crave ridicule.