I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair Hoping for a frigid air To come passing by The latest news: Apparantly I sweat cat mint. This morning I threw some dirty clothes on the bed while looking for a skirt, and then Missy (who's a cat, for those uninvited) climbed up as she usually does in the morning and then just went wild. Not an "oh warm bed with familiar smells in it yay" reaction, but that...

Hey, I didn't know a tiny little clip of the BBC's 1953 live production of Robin Hood existed. A production, truth be told, I find completely uninteresting save for the fact that one Patrick Troughton played the lead role. Doesn't that blow your mind ? Stocky little Pat Troughton running around in tights being Robin Hood? I've been on a Troughton quest for a while now, watching anything and everything...

Can't sleep because clowns will eat me the dial in my mind seems to be permanently stuck on "angsting about future". Which I know is idiotic, because I KNOW I'm just fretting because I'm tired and everything seems much worse and depressing late at night. Since every time I close my eyes the tiny little bastard Jiminy Cricket voice in my mind starts shouting "JESUS CHRIST WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH...

So I'm watching the fourth season of the Granada Sherlock Holmes series (it was a present from dad when we were in Sweden last Sunday) and listen to this: I'm two episodes in and I have no desire to cause grievious bodily harm to Watson! Again: I'm watching Granada's Sherlock Holmes series and I have no inclinations to smack him or flatten his face with a brick or have Holmes distract him with...

D'er meg det samme hvor jeg havner når jeg dør For jeg har venner begge steder Som vil motta meg med heder Hey, I've begun drawing again! The thing is I'm cat sitter for my mum (who's on a much-deserved holiday in Copenhagen) and the peace and solitude is making me creative. I haven't used charcoal for years now, and when I finally did I only had one particular density, which meant I didn't...

I've been putting off writing this entry for more than a year, but then I think about how I first heard about this wonderful product here on lj and now I only wish I can do someone the same favour. We're talking about the menstrual cup. It has made a certain part of my life so much easier I can't comprehend how I did without it for almost eight years. When I first heard about it a year and a...

(a.k.a that crime thing with the guy offa Buffy ) Character dynamic: Man and woman (INSTANT SEXUAL TENSION AMIRITE?). Quirky academic versus immature copper. Snark quality: Low. Consists of rolling of eyes and incredulous questions. (a.k.a that Inspector Morse spinoff with Billie Piper's husband) Character dynamic: Actual clashing personalities, classes and standpoints. Experienced...

I realized I wanted to do some sort of weekly feature. Just to spread some general weekly love. So I present the cheesily named Sunday treat : Each Sunday, hopefully, I'll post a video, a picture, a poem - something that I've found interesting during the past week. And then I might even keep a tab on my small obsessions by looking through the entries. Today I want to share another Brel song - possibly...

Rewatched Angels With Dirty Faces care of TCM (as it has proved nigh on impossible getting hold of the DVD). And I still adore it. It's history's greatest gangster movie. "You'll slap me? You slap me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize." Sure it has its flaws - the Dead End kids get too much screen time and that subplot with Rocky's girlfriend is completely unnecessary as the story of...

They need to stop putting Rupert Everett in movies. Or at least stop putting him in the sort of movies I find interesting for other reasons. The man has one default expression. No wait, two: Confusion-or-worry-with-mouth-slightly-open and SMUG McSMUGSOME. This post may or may not have something to do with me watching The Madness of King George yesterday. It might have even more to do with the fact...