Thursday, June 21, 2012

Trailers trailers all the trailers

It seems that there are quite a few awesome novel adaptations coming out this Christmas and during the New Year, and my goodness me am I excited. 
In honour of this, trailer posting/synopsis time, as well as adding "must buy these books" to my growing list of books.

I just saw the trailer for this today, and basically any ideas I had about being productive (putting on a load of washing, sewing another curtain, etc) have just gone out the window. I am now watching the trailer again, going through the cast list, and all that.
I wrote about this last year, and now the trailer's come out I'm doubly excited. The cast has changed somewhat from what I read on The Guardian, from memory, but who cares. Teddy Lupin/Luke Newbery is in this! The Potter fans got what they asked for. Maybe. I don't know. WHO CARES TEDDY LUPIN GETS SCREEN TIME.
Right, okay, definitely not the only reason I'm watching this. I'm watching this because the book was magnificent (which I already own, thanks to the challenge last year), and because Tom Stoppard wrote the screenplay. I don't know about you, but that is just instant joy to me. Joe Wright also makes me extremely happy, and I'm looking forward to another game of 'count how many symbolic hand shots he uses'. 
The general plot is, as follows, stolen from my previous post because I am a lazy sod.
The sensual, rebellious Anna renounces a respectable yet stifling marriage for an affair that offers passion even as it ensnares her for destruction. Her story contrasts with that of Levin, a young, self- doubting agnostic who takes a different path to fulfillment. 
For more about the plot summary, Sparknotes has it down. Or, you know, read the book. Even though it's daunting, it is well worth it.
The film is apparently out next January for the Australian folk (17th, to be precise).

I have not seen the musical, I have not read the book. Everything I know about this comes from the recently released trailer. 
But... wow. Wow does it look good.
I've sneakily read what it's about (I love me some spoilers) and I am currently buying the book.
The cast looks awesome (okay, Russell Crowe perhaps not but he could always surprise me) and I am just so excited.
Plot premise, as stolen from Wikipedia. (I could have put the entire plot summary, but that thing spans for miles).
Jean Valjean, a Frenchman imprisoned for stealing bread, has broken his parole and must flee from police Inspector Javert. The pursuit consumes both men's lives, and after two decades on the run, Valjean finds himself in the midst of the 1832 June Rebellion in Paris.
For a longer summary, Sparknotes again. Want to buy the book, as I am doing?
This copy also lives at Booktopia.
The film is set to be released on the 26th of December this year, for Australian audiences.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (adapted by Baz Lurhmann and Craig Pearce, directed by Baz Luhrmann)
I am a huge, huge fan of Baz Luhrmann. Even after the epically long 'epic' that was Australia, he does no wrong in my eyes. Why? He made Moulin Rouge. He made Romeo and Juliet. And he made Strictly Ballroom. For those three, I can forgive him Australia. I'm hoping for this film, he's going back to the more red curtain style that he did for his good films - they were the reason I became besotted with anything made by him, and partly why I'm so excited for this.
As I said a couple of days ago, I haven't read Gatsby, because I have a small fear I won't enjoy the movie. But you know what? I don't care any more. I'm buying the book and I'm reading it before the movie comes out, because I have at least a 6 month wait and that is too darn long.
Everyone probably is aware of the cast already, but for those who are unaware, Leonardo DiCaprio is Gatsby, and Carey Mulligan is Daisy, and Tobey Maguire is Nick, our illustrious narrator.
Plot summary, stolen from
The Great Gatsby follows Fitzgerald-like, would-be writer Nick Carraway as he leaves the Midwest and comes to New York City in the spring of 1922, an era of loosening morals, glittering jazz and bootleg kings. Chasing his own American Dream, Nick lands next door to a mysterious, party-giving millionaire, Jay Gatsby and across the bay from his cousin, Daisy and her philandering, blue-blooded husband, Tom Buchanan. It is thus that Nick is drawn into the captivating world of the super rich, their illusions, loves and deceits. As Nick bears witness, within and without the world he inhabits, he pens a tale of impossible love, incorruptible dreams and high-octane tragedy, and holds a mirror to our own modern times and struggles.
As before, a detailed summary lives at Sparknotes.
I adore this copy of the book, from Book Depository.
However, if you want a similar one from a local retailer, Booktopia's is here.
Australian audiences, you'll be able to see the film around the 10th of January next year.

I don't think I've ever been so excited for December and January.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

30 Days of Writing, Day 4 (or I'm posting again, except I'm not being contemplative and whatnot).

It's nearly midnight, which basically means I am going to hit the tired mark in about 15 minutes and start writing complete and utter nonsense.
So, because my story is sitting there glaring at me, I'm going to do another one of those quiz questions I started ages ago before assignments hit. You know, when I naively thought I could write daily without issue.

Describe your inspiration and message you want to bring across
For anyone who says their family is not inspiration enough, I challenge you to live a week with my family. They are fantastic, and are just absolute gems for inspiration. They also don't seem to care when I blatantly steal their qualities and smoosh them around with other qualities.
As an example of what you'd experience in my family, the following happened the other night.

SCENE: The living room.
I am on my laptop, and Mum is watching TV.
MUM: Tash, can you please type this recipe up and email it to me?
ME: Yeah, sure. To your school email or your home one?
MUM: The home one.
The recipe is typed and emailed. Mum wanders into the study where Dad is sitting.
MUM: Sweetie, did you hear anything print?
DAD: ... no.
MUM: Tashi, I don't think the recipe printed.
ME: You told me to email it to you.
MUM: Oh, yeah! That's right!
She comes back and logs into her school email.
MUM: No, honey, it's not there.
ME: It's at your home email address.
MUM: What? Why? I told you school!
Dad especially came in from the study to give her a withering stare and a "And you say we've got memory problems".

My mother is gold in general. She was on the SBS website the other night and had multiple tabs open. One of the tabs had a video that automatically played. "Tashi!" she shouted at me, panicking. "Someone is haunting my computer!"
I fell off the lounge laughing.

As for the message I want to get across, I wouldn't say there's any message I'm actively trying to convey. I don't like overly didactic texts. Seven Little Australians springs to mind here, and that text was just

I'm sure something will end up coming through and I'll end up being all horrified with myself yet won't be able to find a way to remove it.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


So here's a bit of a strange post, which I should apologise in advance. It's ramblings that I really should get out of my head so I can get back to being a functioning human being.

I have never been one to pursue things that can run.
Melbourne, I pursue as a dream. Melbourne cannot exactly run (unless, of course, the city is made out of nomadic robots who are currently in a two-hundred-year-old hibernation), and I like the concept of it. It's something I don't want to let go of any time soon.
London, I pursue as a dream, because I want to escape overseas and experience life from a different hemisphere.
But other things, I'm not really the best at pursuit. I second-guess myself, others, my skills, my attributes, others' opinions, and I let that form my actions. There is a small part of me, whenever someone tells me my story needs to be changed, that sets fire to the writer idea. A small part of me that, when deadlines stack up and I feel about ready to explode, that I'll never be able to cope, never be able to juggle. Something inside me, whenever I am interested in someone, makes me say that they wouldn't ever be interested and I find myself not giving things over, not allowing myself to be happy or to risk anything, because the chances I could get hurt are high and I don't want that hurt.
I don't like to let others hurt me, intentionally or not. I can deal with inflicting pain on myself quite easily - if Melbourne and London and writing and love was taken away by my own choosing, I would get over that easily. I would say, fair enough, you've got this other thing in store instead. But if the hibernating nomadic robots decided to wake up from their excessively long slumber, and if I put my words on the line to have them rejected, and if I put my heart on the line for it to be squashed, I couldn't cope with that. I find a way to bring it back on myself and never really experience the anger or disappointment I should, because it's my fault again.
Which is stupid, really.
I don't take risks often, and I probably never will. I am emotional, but I don't let emotion make my decisions for me now. It used to, and it didn't work out for me - it led to a whole lot of disappointment and a whole lot of regrets. Reason judges things for me, except I wonder - is it too harsh, too rational?
I don't know.
When I was in my first year of uni, I applied to go to London to study for a year. I got my hopes up for that far too early, and due to lack of money that failed miserably. Reason, rather than emotion, sent me home for a year. I had no home, no friends nearby, and no money - it was the only choice. Reason sent me to Brisbane this year rather than Melbourne, and I so wish at times I was in Melbourne now, if only to get it out of my system. But Brisbane would let me finish my degree in a shorter time than Melbourne would, so it was only normal to go there. But I could go, eventually.
I want to say that right now I was looking at life rationally and taking stock of good and bad. Right now, I am taking stock of bad only, and I believe my rational self is trying to dissuade me from doing something or other that could hurt me. I can't write the novel, I can't take a risk. And this will probably be better in the long run. It usually is.
So the risks in my life at the moment? Until I know for sure, I'm staying firmly on the ground. 
I was not born to be a hunter; I always seem to come back to that. 

Monday, June 18, 2012

Random quiz post

For once I'm not doing a quiz to trick y'all into thinking I regularly post. This one interested me.
Behold! A fully completed quiz.
If there are American typos that I've not picked up on, I apologise profusely.

1. Favorite childhood book?
Agent Angel, by Annie Dalton, and Harry Potter, by JK Rowling. Both of these series followed me well into my teens.
2. What are you reading right now?
From Notting Hill With Love… Actually, by Ali McNamara.
3. What books do you have on request at the library?
I don’t have any at the moment, due to awfully high overdue fees. I liked re-reading my books.
4. Bad book habit?
Starting one, flicking to the middle, and flicking to the end to decide whether or not I’ll read the whole thing. It was a smart move with Fitzwilliam Darcy: Rock Star, though I can’t imagine what possessed me to read it to begin with.
5. What do you currently have checked out at the library?
Again, none, due to the aforementioned overdues.
6. Do you have an e-reader?
I’ve downloaded the iBooks, Kindle and Bluefire apps on my phone – it makes for easy reading on the train trips to uni.
7. Do you prefer to read one book at a time, or several at once?
Several if I’m going to draw them out; if it’s a good enough book, I usually have it finished in a few hours so there’s no chance to have multiples.
8. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?
Not really, except I’ve tried branching out a bit more. There’s a lot more that I’ve found through trawling review sites. My blog isn’t 100% devoted to books, obviously, so there you have it.
9. Least favorite book you read this year (so far?)
Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star by Heather Lynn Regaud, or Unsticky, by Sara Manning. Can’t figure out why I read them. They were vapid reads, and Fitzwilliam Darcy: Rock Star just ruined Pride and Prejudice. Ruined it. Unsticky seems to be the book version of Pretty Woman, and Pretty Woman didn’t appeal to me either.
10. Favorite book you’ve read this year?
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
11. How often do you read out of your comfort zone?
Not very often, though a notable exception was The Godfather – and that was awesome. Awesome in all the ways.
12. What is your reading comfort zone?
YA, adult fic, classics, historical fic and chick-lit.
13. Can you read on the bus?
Oddly enough, I can’t read books, but I can read on my phone just fine. Trains are easier to read on.
14. Favorite place to read?
My bed, or my parents’ lovely corner couch. The hammock used to be great for reading in too, before the dog claimed it as her own and broke it.
15. What is your policy on book lending?
I share, occasionally. If I like you I share.
16. Do you ever dog-ear books?
Not intentionally, ever.
17. Do you ever write in the margins of your books?
*gasp* Get thee out of here. Get out. No. You do not do that to books.
18. Not even with text books?
Okay, yes. I do this to my textbooks (well, more highlight). I also do it to my Bible.
19. What is your favorite language to read in?
English. I’m working on Spanish, I can understand bits but not enough to make my reading experience smooth.
20. What makes you love a book?
The characters have to draw me in. For instance, I just read The Jane Austen Marriage Manual (Kim Izzo) and The Wedding Season (Su Dharmapala). Both very generic chick lit formulas – I needed something very simple for post-op, and I was sick of slogging my way through big texts courtesy of uni. JAMM had nothing to offer in the way of characters – why anyone would go for Kate is beyond me, and every character was two-dimensional and boring. The Wedding Season, however, was brilliant – because of the characters. Heck, even the four-year-old was realistic.
21. What will inspire you to recommend a book?
Friends, covers, and my old school librarian, Gloria.
22. Favorite genre?
YA, primarily. Chick lit is just not as good as it used to be, whereas YA just goes from strength to strength.
23. Genre you rarely read (but wish you did?)
Fantasy. When I find the right fantasy, I get into it to near Potter levels, but I don’t know enough authors to keep my reading up.
24. Favorite biography?
David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames. Okay, it’s memoir, but it’s amazing and brilliant and why can’t I be David Sedaris unghhhhhh
25. Have you ever read a self-help book?
I don’t think so. Self-help books are hilarity.
26. Favorite cookbook?
Marie Claire Kitchen, and anything Donna Hay. Donna Hay is a complete genius and I want to become the monster that lives in her kitchen devouring all her baked goods. Sort of like Cookie Monster, except baked goods are an always food.
27. Most inspirational book you’ve read this year (fiction or non-fiction)?
The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. It made me realise that my gosh, my life is good.
28. Favorite reading snack?
Tomato soup. Odd, I know. Also enjoy two-minute noodles.
29. Name a case in which hype ruined your reading experience.
Could not understand the appeal of Eragon, nor the Sookie Stackhouse series. Both of them were boring as anything and, in the case of SS, was filled with way too much sex for me to consider it normal. Why does vampirism equal higher-than-average sexytimes, as opposed to the far more rational fleeing?
30. How often do you agree with critics about a book?
Very rarely read critical reviews.
31. How do you feel about giving bad/negative reviews?
If the book is horrifyingly bad, I am vocal. Actually, no matter what, I’m vocal. Thankfully I’ve not read a lot of books that  I openly despise.
32. If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you choose?
Spanish, because I want to read Neruda in Spanish. And The Shadow of the Wind (which I actually own in Spanish but is taking forever to get through). And Marquez. Spanish-language authors really are magnificent, and that’s reading a translation. Imagine how they must be in Spanish, which is an infinitely more beautiful language than English I do believe.
33. Most intimidating book you’ve ever read? 
Anna Karenina, because it was huge. Worth every page.
34. Most intimidating book you’re too nervous to begin?
The Count of Monte Cristo, because I’ve heard so many things about it that are magnificent and I don’t want to be disappointed.
35. Favorite Poet?
Neruda. I don’t think I’ve mentioned that before, ever, because – I can’t keep up the sarcasm.
36. How many books do you usually have checked out of the library at any given time?
As many as they allow (so for the Richmond-Tweed libraries, that’s 20).
37. How often have you returned book to the library unread?
Never. They all are read, repeatedly.
38. Favorite fictional character? 
I’ve covered this here.
39. Favorite fictional villain?
Voldemort. Oooh. I also like Wickham.
40. Books you’re most likely to bring on vacation?
Whatever’s on my phone, and whatever I can afford while I’m away.
41. The longest you’ve gone without reading.
Never more than a week or two.
42. Name a book that you could/would not finish.
Beastly. I liked the movie and the book was just blerghhhhh.
43. What distracts you easily when you’re reading?
My thoughts, and occasionally story ideas.
44. Favorite film adaptation of a novel?
Atonement, The Notebook, Pride and Prejudice 2005 (I await the rocks and spears)… and Beastly, because it was awesome and way better than the book.
45. Most disappointing film adaptation?
Goblet of Fire and A Walk to Remember. GoF was way too rushed (so much awesome they missed). And, A Walk to Remember? Come on, whoever directed that. The book was amazing to begin with. Why did you have to make it so… painful?
46. The most money I’ve ever spent in the bookstore at one time?
Probably a hundred or so. Would have been on a box set or just going all out and buying happiness.
47. How often do you skim a book before reading it?
Quite a bit. Voice is important for me.
48. What would cause you to stop reading a book half-way through?
Boredom. If the characters are just irritating, or the plot is ridiculous, or the writing is just atrocious, I’m ready to put them away.
49. Do you like to keep your books organized?
I group by category (fiction/non), then by genre, then by author within genre.
50. Do you prefer to keep books or give them away once you’ve read them?
Keep. They be my books.
51. Are there any books you’ve been avoiding?
Right now, just The Great Gatsby. The film’s coming out soon and I want to enjoy it as a film, before falling happily into the book.
52. Name a book that made you angry.
Atonement, Ian McEwan. But it was a perfect and brilliant anger, and I love that it made me angry.
53. A book you didn’t expect to like but did?
Technically, not a book, but The Crucible by Arthur Miller. Also Nineteen Eighty-Four by the brilliant Orwell – dystopian fiction was not my thing at the time.
54. A book that you expected to like but didn’t?
Asking for Trouble, by Elizabeth Young. I read it because it was meant to be the inspiration for The Wedding Date (Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney I think?), which I adore and have adored for years. It just wasn’t as punchy.
55. Favourite guilt-free, pleasure reading?
Chick-lit all the way. Apparently, being a media and communications student/vaguely literature student/writing student, I’m meant to be all high-brow and whatnot. Genre fic is brilliant though, and shouldn’t be discounted.

I've accomplished things on my to do list!

A momentous occasion for me, isn't it?

First things first- the nose. The nose has been fixed. Facebook already knows about the nose, mainly because it appears that when I am drugged I think it's perfectly okay to mention blood and pain and angst in regards to my face, rather than demurely dealing with it with the appropriate amount of Endone.
Okay, so perhaps I don't need drugs to do that, but whatever.

My experience of septoplasty was surprisingly pleasant, considering my low pain threshold/fear of pain. We arrived at the hospital at 6:30am, and at 8:30, I was escorted to a bed to await the anaesthetist. This is where I began to panic. I wish I could say I did my panic is a refined and quiet way.
I panicked with tears. Lots of tears.
The anaesthetist's assistant peered at me. "Is everything okay?"
"I... don't... want... a... needle," I blubbered. "I don't like needles!"
I can only imagine she was thoroughly appalled at me; twenty years old and still reacting as well as I did when I was three. But she casually put the cannula in my hand and hooked up the drip.
I was still in tears when the surgeon's assistant came to see me. "Oh no," she said. "You're a stresser, aren't you?"
I nodded, to which she grabbed my hand. "You'll be fine. You'll be knocked out, and there's no need to cry."
She reminded me of my mother. I had not requested my mother's presence at the operation, but my soothing father's.
The surgeon then came in, and beamed at me. "We're going to slash up your nose!"
That shocked me out of crying.

When they put me in the operating theatre, I guess they started pumping the anaesthetic in pretty quickly. It's the only explanation for the following conversation:
Surgeon's assistant: "So you're at uni?"
Me: [giggles]
Surgeon's assistant: "The drugs are clearly working. What do you study?"
Me: "Media and Communications!" [giggles]
Surgeon's assistant: "Is it fun?"
Me: "It's pretty hard! Haha!" [giggles some more]
That's all I remember, and then I recall waking up and trying to hide under my blankets because Dad was peering at me. I couldn't exactly hide, however - there was too much going on around my nose. It was packed with gauze and splints, and had a bandage taped underneath it. As far as noses went, I didn't quite like it. The bandage under my nose was used to catch blood, and it took an hour before that bandage was saturated and bright red. Changing the bandage got less frequent during my stay; by 3am, my right nostril had stopped bleeding completely.
There wasn't much pain with it, but that could be because I was still coming out of the anaesthetic. I didn't really feel like taking painkillers, but the nurses ensured I had it. For the first part of the day, when the anaesthetic was still existing, I was given Panadol in drip form; once it had worn off, I was given Endone. This was against my will initially, but Endone is a lovely drug (please don't lock me up. Please); it also led to some amusing text messages which I still can't figure out.
I already gave a disclaimer saying I'd make jack-all sense premed I made it to you
I want all the oainkollets though
Sorry just got Ll woozy and nearly fainted bathroom tulsa are fun.
Oh, another thing - dizziness and fainting are expected, apparently.
The next morning, my surgeon returned to pull out the initial gauze packing. The nurses had given me more Endone ("Honey, you might want it. You're actually coping really well with the pain, much better than most, but you still might want it") and I was told to suck on some gas.
Still did not lessen the really, really uncomfortable feeling of getting something pulled out of my nose, and did not lessen the woozy feeling of blood pouring out of my face. It wasn't much, probably, but it sure felt like heaps. I nearly passed out then and there, much to my mother's disgust. "Tash, I'm not opening the window," she said, when I begged her to open SOMETHING because it was so hot and I felt like I was going to die. "You'll be fine."
I was, after seeing black spots for quite some time, and then falling asleep.
When I got home, I was holding tissues to my nose for quite some time, and I fell asleep in awkward positions everywhere. That night, I slept - blood caked all over my face and I freaked out upon seeing that delightful image at 2am. Gradually, the bleeding stopped and the sneezing/face attacking began. I am uncoordinated, and routinely hit my face. It was not very clever to do at this point.
Today, I went to the surgeon's offices, where he pulled out the splints. The faintness I felt was mainly due to hyperventilating upon seeing his surgical instruments laid out and his going, "So pain is good for you!" as he snapped scissors at me. Getting the stitches cut was painful, mainly because scissors were hitting my septum, and getting the splints out just killed. It was more the initial tugging that hurt, as they too hit my septum.
Right now? I feel fantastic. I can breathe through my nose! It's a seriously awesome feeling, and now I've got to train my body to do it automatically after 20 years of doing otherwise.

Secondly, crafting things for the new place has begun! I've made three pillowcases for our new place, and tomorrow am making curtains. The curtains are plain red ones with some heavy blockout underneath (I WILL DEFEAT YOU SUNROOM). I'm also making some blue pillowcases for Trina's couch, which will involve patchworking a fair bit.

Anyway, now all the bad stuff's over, let's get to posting regularly!
I'm also going to get more of the story done, very very soon.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

I'm sort of lost now I'm not writing essays...

As of yesterday, I did my last essay for this semester.
Begone, five units of absolute torture and wenchness! (Actually, the fifth unit - my Creative Writing one - wasn't so bad. I seem to recall a post where I lamented writing a story, but that's me being dramatic.) Hello, holidays and relaxation!

I'm back down in NSW, which basically means that it's freezing. Freezing cold everywhere. It's a bit of a change from Brisbane. Brisbane, I'd be wearing shorts and a tee and be huddled under a blanket, complaining that I was about to get frostbite. NSW, I'm rugged up with jackets aplenty and socks that basically look like I've stolen an entire sheep to make them, while huddled under a blanket with the heater on.
and she thinks she's going to cope in London and Melbourne, I hear you all saying. 
I also hear your raucous laughter. 

So, plans for the holidays?

  1. Getting a new nose for starters. No, I'm not attempting to look like Michael Jackson/Crazy Cat Lady. I can't quite breathe through the nose, which I've probably mentioned at some point or another. Anyway, I'm getting that sorted on Tuesday apparently. Going to be slightly strange actually being able to breathe through my nose and smell things...
  2. I'm going to beg my Nana (and possibly bribe her) to finally pass her recipe for empanadas and sopapillas onto me. I don't get such delicious things in Brisbane, and no one, and I mean no one, has ever been able to make empanadas that rival my Nana's. However, she's always been extremely secretive about her recipes, and basically all I've ever been permitted to do is put the filling (which she's made before I've come over) in the empanadas, and fold them appropriately. Oh, and eat them. Eating them is always good.
    Brisbane buddies, expect this at some point or another, because I am not going back up to Brisbane until I have me some recipes.
  3. Because I've been asked to do it, I'm continuing on with chapter 2 of the aforementioned story. This can only happen once I get a laptop again. Stanley has officially kicked the bucket and I'm looking forward to welcoming Minerva to the group once Dad finds me a decent laptop. Currently, I'm writing on my Tata's laptop, borrowed for the purposes of writing my final essay. 
  4. Sew some things for the new house. Oh, yeah. Trina, Nick and I have moved! We're now living in a lovely house with gloriously large rooms, a gloriously large garden, and a gloriously large kitchen. My room was once a sunroom, making the room delicious in winter... but, oh man, does that sun shine brightly! At 6am for the two nights I was there, I ended up having to flee to the living room (compared to my room, it's coffin-like darkness) to keep sleeping. I'm also going to do up a few cushions, and maybe find a pretty new seat for my sewing room. Yes. I get a sewing room. I'm going to put my desk and stuff in there too.
  5. Figure out a decent recipe for Dulce de Leche cupcakes. I have a jar of the stuff that isn't really getting used... so why not?
The Spanish fest is also coming to Brisbane, so I'm going to embrace the quarter-heritage (or is it eighth? It's not a huge amount anyway, but I'll claim it) and have a fun weekend of shenanigans and win when I'm back up in Brisbane. Trina is coming with me and I'm fairly certain we'll end up dragging some more awesome folk along.

Time for me to pass out, I think. I'm dead tired (unusual, really, but it seems down here I end up with my grandma's sleeping habits) and should probably curl up for the night.

finally finally holidays