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I appear to be under siege by gay terrorists. Every few minutes there's a profusion of pink and orange explosions just outside the window. I suppose they're quite pretty in their own way, but I'd much prefer blue.
Just in case you were wondering (I don't imagine that you were), I have absolutely nothing to say, but as usual I don't seem to have posted in forever, so I thought I should, in case I forget how. Life is much the same as always (if greyer and more wet). I am being stared at by a cat, which presumably means I'm supposed to be doing something that I'm not. I have Dean Martin playing in the background, which means I'm apt to get distracted and forget what I actually am doing. And the roof may be about to be blown off by over-enthusiastic neighbours. If they're going to explodify me, they could at least do it actually on Fireworks Night. Being blown up two days early seems like cheating.
Elsewhere, I appear to be stuck in the 1980s. I don't know why, but I don't seem to have left since I had that Remington Steele rewatch earlier in the year. Currently I'm rewatching Simon & Simon, a show so gloriously 1980s that it practically has a parade of eights tattooed across it. Sorry, that was a very weird metaphor. It's a fab series, though. It really is. I love it to bits. It ran from 1981-1989, (just to prove that occasionally I do manage to fall in love with successful things), which is effectively an entire decade. I know - I'm impressed too. Usually things that I like last for thirteen episodes, then crash and burn and are never seen again. Mind you, that was thirty years ago. Despite great popularity at the time, I now inevitably find myself in a fandom of one, yet again, and grumbling about the lack of extant fans. Come on, world! Discover Simon & Simon! It's utterly wonderful in every way. And look look look! Theme music. Just try to listen to this and not fall in love:
( Cutty thing )
Just in case you were wondering (I don't imagine that you were), I have absolutely nothing to say, but as usual I don't seem to have posted in forever, so I thought I should, in case I forget how. Life is much the same as always (if greyer and more wet). I am being stared at by a cat, which presumably means I'm supposed to be doing something that I'm not. I have Dean Martin playing in the background, which means I'm apt to get distracted and forget what I actually am doing. And the roof may be about to be blown off by over-enthusiastic neighbours. If they're going to explodify me, they could at least do it actually on Fireworks Night. Being blown up two days early seems like cheating.
Elsewhere, I appear to be stuck in the 1980s. I don't know why, but I don't seem to have left since I had that Remington Steele rewatch earlier in the year. Currently I'm rewatching Simon & Simon, a show so gloriously 1980s that it practically has a parade of eights tattooed across it. Sorry, that was a very weird metaphor. It's a fab series, though. It really is. I love it to bits. It ran from 1981-1989, (just to prove that occasionally I do manage to fall in love with successful things), which is effectively an entire decade. I know - I'm impressed too. Usually things that I like last for thirteen episodes, then crash and burn and are never seen again. Mind you, that was thirty years ago. Despite great popularity at the time, I now inevitably find myself in a fandom of one, yet again, and grumbling about the lack of extant fans. Come on, world! Discover Simon & Simon! It's utterly wonderful in every way. And look look look! Theme music. Just try to listen to this and not fall in love:
( Cutty thing )
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So, a mixed weekend in vintage tellyland. Remington Steele gave me an episode written by Brian Clemens, which was nice, and also an episode guest-starring Judy from Lost In Space, and that was nice too. It also had Murray from Riptide in it, and he was a million miles away from being a highly punchable irritant. That was especially nice. Then Dempsey & Makepeace let the side down by flashing Eamonn Walker at me, and then killing him off before the opening credits. I had to glare at them all most fiercely.
Anyway, just to prove once again that I can do it occasionally, I shall now proceed to talk about something that isn't television, in the form of a meme that I ganked off![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alec_towser:
1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
And it strikes me now that it won't work properly here at DreamWidth, because the page-naming works differently than at LiveJournal. But whatever.
1. My username is swordznsorcery, because it has been for years. Back in 1997, when I first had a webpage, I did it through Geocities, and for that you needed a username. I had always been Xenon online, but I think there was an eight letter minimum. Even if I'm remembering that wrong, somebody else was sure to have already used Xenon. It was a huge, huge community, and I spent ages desperately trying to think of something that hadn't already been used by somebody else! And then eventually came up with this.
2. My journal is titled Xenon's Seventh Circle because, around about the time I joined LJ, there was a meme going around where you answered a bunch of questions to find out which of Dante's circles of hell you belonged in. I belong in the seventh circle, apparently. That's nearly all the way in! Yay me!
3. My subtitle is Light Years Away From The Morning because why not really, I suppose. It's a line from a song I wrote about nine million years ago, and it just kind of goes with... stuff. I don't know, it was probably five o'clock in the morning.
4. My friends page is called Whispers Of An Elsewhere, because I was being highly melodramatic when I named it. It's a line from a song I wrote years ago, and again, it seemed reasonably appropriate. Ish. I was probably in a mood at the time.
5. My default userpic is an icon that, again, stems from my website. It's an alien surrounded by various stars, and I guess represents Xenon. There's also a red ribbon on there of course. It's my logo, of sorts, and has been since, if not quite the nineties, then not far off.
There you go. Several paragraphs, television free! Be impressed. :)
Anyway, just to prove once again that I can do it occasionally, I shall now proceed to talk about something that isn't television, in the form of a meme that I ganked off
alec_towser:1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
And it strikes me now that it won't work properly here at DreamWidth, because the page-naming works differently than at LiveJournal. But whatever.
1. My username is swordznsorcery, because it has been for years. Back in 1997, when I first had a webpage, I did it through Geocities, and for that you needed a username. I had always been Xenon online, but I think there was an eight letter minimum. Even if I'm remembering that wrong, somebody else was sure to have already used Xenon. It was a huge, huge community, and I spent ages desperately trying to think of something that hadn't already been used by somebody else! And then eventually came up with this.
2. My journal is titled Xenon's Seventh Circle because, around about the time I joined LJ, there was a meme going around where you answered a bunch of questions to find out which of Dante's circles of hell you belonged in. I belong in the seventh circle, apparently. That's nearly all the way in! Yay me!
3. My subtitle is Light Years Away From The Morning because why not really, I suppose. It's a line from a song I wrote about nine million years ago, and it just kind of goes with... stuff. I don't know, it was probably five o'clock in the morning.
4. My friends page is called Whispers Of An Elsewhere, because I was being highly melodramatic when I named it. It's a line from a song I wrote years ago, and again, it seemed reasonably appropriate. Ish. I was probably in a mood at the time.
5. My default userpic is an icon that, again, stems from my website. It's an alien surrounded by various stars, and I guess represents Xenon. There's also a red ribbon on there of course. It's my logo, of sorts, and has been since, if not quite the nineties, then not far off.
There you go. Several paragraphs, television free! Be impressed. :)
Roaming through the old VHS collection again, and I has Riptide now! Not as much as I should do, sadly. Another tape had gone mouldy (perils of living in a damp house). The mouldy one had a label saying "Riptide - holiday one, casino one, pirates" (basically I suck at Riptide episode titles). I did Research, and I think that means "Fuzzy Vision", "Oil Bets Are Off" and "The Pirate and the Princess" have now gone to the big VHS player in the sky. But! I still have an episode with Cody handcuffed to a boat, and one with Richard Hatch being a rock star. I appreciate that the former isn't too specific, but the latter should be obvious. I think Richard Hatch being a rock star only happened once.
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I think I've just watched the stupidest film ever. Which is quite an achievement, both on the watching front, and on the part of the movie itself. It's not easy to be the stupidest film ever, given how many contenders there are. This one takes a pretty good shot at the title, though. Actually it takes several.
( And no, it's not 'Plan 9 From Outer Space'... )
( And no, it's not 'Plan 9 From Outer Space'... )
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