Henceforth be Earls, the first that Scotland in such an honour named!

The Archbishops and Bishops are called Lord Spiritual, while the other lords are known as Lords Temporal.
That just sounds so nifty. What a lovely turn of phrase!

I'm trying to work out one of my character's rank in the British Peerage system, and though I always thought I knew very little, I am coming to discover the fact that I know even less than what I thought. Damn you, Oscar Wilde, and your casual dropping of "Lord" and "Lady" onto every other character's name! I mean, what title does Lord Henry Wotton hold?


Saw Kill Bill today, and while it was violent, it was in a rather comic way. Overall a brilliant and very funny movie. I don't think the others in the cinema found it as funny as our group did, though.


I am amused by the fact that in NaNo, suddenly adverbs are your friend.


Also, on a quest to find an answer for NaNo, I found this: 10 Ways To Kill Malfoy Good And Dead. It's damn funny.

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I feel unloved. Not depressed, just unloved. Meh. It'll pass.

This whole audio blog thing is really nifty. Not because I like the sound of my own voice (which I don't--not on a recording, anyway. *shudders*), but because I find it really cool to be able to hear people's voices, and specifically, their accents. I'd be prepared to humiliate myself into posting an audblog purely so my American friends can be amused at my "odd" accent. However, the phone number is in the US, and probably isn't compatible with the Australian phone system anyway, because the American system SUCKS. Yes, yes it does. My parents can take their mobiles (note: not "cell phones", mobiles, short for mobile phones) practically anywhere in the world and use them; my dad's taken his to the Netherlands and Sweden and had it work, and he reckons it'd probably work in the UK ("they have the same system we do"), but not the US. Nooo. They have to be special. Stupid American bureaucracy and so forth. And besides, if I was going to purchase shit in American dollars, I'd be buying some fucking LJ icons, or possibly boots.

Which brings me to my next point:

OMG FUCKIN 50 ICONS!!!1!K

I officially hate all you bastards who have the icons already. Hate in an affectionate way, of course, but it doesn't stop me wanting to hunt down the person in charge of implementing permanent journals and holding their kids for ransom until they give me a permanent account with all that entails. Then I'd take them all out for icecreams, because I'm not a bad person.

OMG. Permanent accounts. Icons. Want. Want so bad. *has psychological breakdown*

Also, my mother has told me that she's going to do NaNoWriMo next year. Ahahaha! I drag another down into the abyss. Satan would be proud. So would the Mormons.

Wow.

My mother just came in to kiss me on the forehead multiple times and to thank me for staying home, and to say that it was nice to have me around.

This is the most affectionate she's been, like, ever.