The past 24 hours have yielded a whole passel of things to discuss. What any of them are, I would be very hard-pressed to tell you. Apparently my brain has seen fit to take every single instance where I said "Oh! Must write about [insert topic here]!" and erase it.
That being said, I would like to express my appreciation of several things.
"Wire In The Blood," a creepycreepy drama on BBC America, with much more graphic violence and creepiness than could ever be shown on regular American T.V. Last night's episode was about a transgendered serial killer who targeted S/M-centric guys. Medieval torture devices abounded, and bits of it I had to wimp out and squint through a gap in my fingers.
Graham Norton. He's a funny fucker. Also British. Why are there so many very funny British people?
Oh, fine. BBC America in general. I need to watch that more often.
Bread pudding. The bread pudding in my fridge was the one and only thing that got me out of bed on Saturday before 1 pm. Damn it, isn't bread pudding British too?!?
Non-British thing: My down comforter. Apparently my cat also likes it. I have taken to creating a Cat Cave made out of comforter, inside which she can sleep all day. She seems to enjoy peering out of it.
I also appreciate people who have personas. I have found myself wishing I had one. You know what I mean -- like...a signature look. I know several people who have them (Cyber-Victorian Androgyne Supervixen, anyone?). I might, I suppose -- I just have no idea what it might be. If you have any guesses or suggestions as to a fun, kicky name for my particular style, please let me know. (I am terrified that all my friends are going to email me something about "queer fratboy." Heavens forfend.)