Death From Above

Lots and lots of pink. Yesterday I got to make RED and also some yellow goo, and today I got to mix them together and make pink. Unfortunately the pink currently looks purple, but I've left them in the dark overnight like the paperwork says and hopefully tomorrow they will be purest pink.

Yay pink!

Oooh, I remembered I had more to say!

Not content with making pink, I also raced home in time to put Festus in for his service. Poor Festus, I hope he's ok in the shop. There were lots of other bikes there for him to talk to, but they were all much posher than him. I hope he doesn't get a complex. Or start any fights.

The other side of this is that I'm bikeless for the rest of the week. But that's ok, as my week ends tomorrow. I'm off to UK-LAND. It's a wedding and it's going to be AWESOME. Ginger J finally decided that it was time to marry his lady of lurrrrrrve (who managed to get together one new years a long time ago despite me wandering through ever 30 mins to loudly throw up. Rawk was completely it). There will be dancing and inappropriate speeches and for some reason they want me to read Shakespeare in the church. Ooops.

I'm also taking time-out to go and see a wounded friend who deserves some cheering up but is going to get me instead. Poor lass.

It's going to be so much fun!

(Have discovered what double beds are for at last. Great planning surfaces, it's even bigger than the layout table in CSI)

I'm not sure it's all going to fit into the bag but I don't care! Just a short shop for matches and bin-liners (rain is forecast) and then the packing will commence.

THIS WEEKEND IS GONNA BE AWESOME.

That was a good birthday.

Cake at work. Plus additional cake made especially for me. With candles! And then an early home time, Dr Who (at last! And OMG WHAT?!!!!), folks round to the flat for a small feeding, then off to the cinema to see Hanna (my third Olivia Williams of the week) which was odd, but awesome. And then a trip to the pub to finish it off.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

Hic.

Today we went to the field again (see how I steal hotel wifi for the purposes of telling you all this?)

It's Cork this time. Wow. Let me tell you. If you're in Ireland, go touristing in Cork. West Cork for preference. There's inlets and rocky outcrops and inlets and teeny little villages tumbling down hills like in Devon/Cornwall and inlets and sun sparkling on ruffled seas and everything.

So far we have found a dog that turned into a cat and back into a dog again^*. And a dead thing. Probably a rabbit. Oh, and the Atlantic. Which is AWESOME.

*yawn* Getting up at 6am to sit in a car while someone else drove all this way. Can't complain, but am still tired.

I love the sea. I would marry it if I could. Despite the fact someone has already thought of that


^* Oooh, the star thing. Yus. Well. The small animal was in the distance and looked very like a cat (country road, farms, small animals in the middle of the road, must be Ireland). So bets were laid on whether it was a dog or a cat. When we got there it had metamorphosed into a dog.

But it was a cat when we drove back through.

I have touristed! You have touristed, he/she/it has touristed. They have touristed.

WE HAVE TOURISTED!!!

There was a World Heritage Site and a Mill (trouble at t'mill?) and a Castle (with a 400 year old yew tree and much phutt phutt-ing at arrow slits) and a very old main street and beer.

And then curry as a reward.

As I fell into bed an exhausted murmur could be heard before the duvet was hauled over one sleepy head.

"I call this day SEIZED!"

Lunch in Dublin: 10 Euro
Espresso and icecream in Dublin: 5 Euro

Squeeing with friends you haven't seen for over two years: PRICELESS.

Even with running for the bus (twice) it was worth it. Even hearing that my friend had been to a SciFi convention where she had MET THE GENIUS THAT IS KEELEY was worth it. And I didn't stab her in the middle of the burrito bar. Not just because they didn't have knives. I'm a well bred lady (not that the evidence backs me up all the time) and I didn't want to cause a messy murder scene in the eatery of a friend of a friend.


It's so nice to be able to talk constantly for 3 hours about everything and nothing and everyone and no-one with a friend so old and so close that you can STILL finish each others sentences, even after 2 years.

That would have been enough but then to top it off we had this. So many beautiful fireworks.

This weekend has been AMAZING and I would marry it if possible.

IST HEIR !!!

Woo. This is pleasing.

I now have a flat FULL of boxes and very tired legs. There are 35 steps up to my flat. Did you know that? I didn't. I DO NOW. I only had the energy last night to open my "crockery" boxes (COFFEE MACHINE! BONUS CLOTHES PREVIOUSLY USED AS PACKING MATERIAL!) I did, however, tear open the top of EVERY SINGLE box looking for my cycling shoes. So I've LOOKED at everything.

Moar unpacking shall occur tonight.

Today at work I used the hysterically fun compressed air machine to encourage the soil out of the tubes. To be fair, if you'd drunk as much alcohol as they drank on Friday you'd be a bit sluggish in the morning as well.

Cycling in was lovely and quiet, and cycling home speedy and downhill. Half an hour each way, I think it's gonna work as a commuting method.

Thursday Morning in Treehugger Ville:

Get up.
Communte in a bored, half asleep, generally grumpy about it being too early fashion.
Find a metro on the train, flick through it to pass the time.
See that picture of the latest Glee episode.

Basically, I'm sat on the train, grinning from ear to ear and all I can think is "MY SHIP IS AFLOAT AND THERE IS NO-ONE HERE I CAN SQUEE WITH!!!!"

Note to self: Be decorous.

Step one - Get off train as it is pulling into you stop. (Achieved but with shit eating grin scaring all the boarding communters)
Step two - find phone.
Step three - think of someone to text...

I'm sorry syren. I realise it was a weeeee bit early to get that much capslocky in your inbox. But seriously. Like I said. What if you'd ( Glee Spoiler Within ). For real. In An Episode!!!

So yeah. So much for "I'm not watching! I don't want to know what happened - I don't wanna be spoiled! I'm waiting for it to get to us."

SPOIL ME BABY. SPOIL ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

(spoilers in comments)

It's more likely than you think!

How cute did he look by the Thames in the early morning light all fluffy haired and teddy-bear like with his delicious scarf? Cute as a button and good enough to eat.

"Fantastic!"
"Meretricious."
"And a Happy New Year."
ROFLMAO.

It's the smallest things that amuse me - not the spoilerific ones. Love that Sherlock stood on the coffee table - right at the beginning. "I shall get up and go to the kitchen but because the coffee table is in the way I shall walk over it." I want to be able to do that.

In other news work is waterboarding me with filing. DROWNING IN FILLLLLLLLESSSSS!!! Bleaugh.

(LJ has new icon of awesome)

I ate a baby octopus. It was pink and it bobbed up out of the ramen soup like Jaws out of the ocean. I didn't scream but I have to admit I looked it a wee bit oddly as it perched on my chopsticks. Mind you, what can you expect from the place that gave Didactylos such a culinary experience that he had to go home and google it.

Then we went to the play (Hay Fever) which was funny and very Noel Coward.

Didn't get home till 11:30 (I know, terribly early but the latest I've been out in nearly a year - PhDs and living with your parents can sneak up on you like that!).

So yeah. I has a social life. And I likes it.