(no subject)

Today's BMB kicks arse. I wanna crunchy demon!

"Mufasa!"
"Ooh! Do it again.
"Mufasa!"
"Oooh!"
"MufasaMufasaMufasa!"

I suddenly have a strange desire to see the Lion King again. I think that was Disney's best film.

Dammit, I want to put some more of Liam's strips up, but they've all been compressed to all hell, so really need redoing rather than fixing. And I don't have the energy for that at the moment. *sigh*

Hmm, I know I had a point here, but what do you know, I've forgotten it already.

(no subject)

Is it just me, or could you see Jim Broadbent (known to our generation as Zidler from Moulin Rouge, or Bridget Jones' Dad in...well, Bridget Jones' Diary) playing Professor Marvel/The Wizard of Oz?

Maybe it's just me.

By the way, I want you all to check out my sister's LJ nys & leave her notes. Hell, if Tych's allowed to pimp Sarah's journal, I can pimp Nyssa's. And that may get her off my back in that respect. :)


I've just decided that God must love computer addicts. I mean, our Heavens would be so much more compact than everyone else's; we would be perfectly happy going to the great LAN party in the sky...swapping MP3s, playing games...of course I'd also need a scanner, graphics program etc & wordprocessor. Then I could continue my webcomic & avoid writing.

My internet's being an arse and loading pages really slowly. I wonder if this is my cue to get off the damn computer and do something constructive...like put on another load of washing. I dunno though, why stop just when you're enjoying it, I always say. Pass me the loofah, will you?

(no subject)

Well, I've managed to completely depress myself writing Mark's nightmare scene. I've been listening to depressing music and I've been trying to get into this man's head. Just to let you know, he's just woken up on the beach he originally committed suicide on, in about the same mood. Whee.

I don't want to feel this depressed. I'm going to go write my Egyptian Gods comedic short story. Or maybe I'll finally start that Shelley/Coleridge slash.

Mum: Why do you write such depressing stuff when you're so good at writing comedy?