Mar. 1st, 2011

skylarking: (buller...buller)
How come I can't remember what I've done with the thing I had in my hand 3 seconds ago but I can remember the words to a dodgy one hit wonder from the 90s? (OMC - How Bizarre. How bizarre, how bizarre...)

The inside of my head baffles me sometimes.

Another example of baffling head stuff: I had a fandom heavy dream on Saturday night, Gonzo from The Muppets was there, as was Giles from Buffy and Sam and Dean from Supernatural (Sam told me to not bother watching the most recent season of Supernatural, he said that the story isn't going anywhere). I can't remember exactly what was happening but there was lots of running around going on. There seems to be a lot of running around in my dreams recently.

I had a busy day on Saturday. I tried anchovies (salty but good) ate cake (always a good time) learnt blanket stitch (thank you [ profile] beebarf) and worked out that it takes about nine episodes of Buffy to make a hippo.

The hippo, who I have given the lordly name of Vincent Van FrankenHippo, came from a kit that I bought in John Lewis before Christmas. He is a thing of beauty. I haven't taken a picture yet but I will do at some point.

Words my mobile doesn't have: Pithy

Wise Words

Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~ De Casseres