Here’s an odd sensation. I’m staying at my parents’ house in the very room, indeed the spot where I was conceived.
I consider “licking Benedict Cumberbatch” a thoroughly viable and worthy life goal.
I love that, even though I’ve been gone for 12 years, my friends have never skipped a beat. I can meet them at the pub and there’s a pint waiting and they’ll buy me my favourite flavour crisps and put our favourite songs on the jukebox and it’s like I’ve never been away.
I know that I will know them for the rest of my life and that makes me feel all glowy inside. I really hope you all have friends like that; everyone should.
It has been technological Armageddon here today. My laptop died again and decided that this time, it wasn’t going alone so it took my iPhone, which was innocently backing up, with it. The laptop is dead, the iPhone is stuck in a reboot loop that could be fixed if my husband’s computer had more than 500mb of memory left on the primary drive, which is where Apple insists on installing iTunes and the restore software and not on the secondary drive that has acres of fresh, green, dew-fresh RAM.
I has a frustrate and a sad and a need for a bucket of gin and tonic. :(
The first official image from Sherlock Series 3!
All of the above were things I was asked/told in the past week.
You forgot the “Is that anime?” one.
oh, and “is that you?”
And the old faithful “did you draw that??” to the person sitting in front of said drawing with a pencil in hand moving it around with the tip on the paper and no, I didn’t draw this, I have no idea where you got that impression.