Thoughts of an Anarchist

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George Carlin is dead.



Well, shit.
His soul has been flung to the rooftops ala Frisbeetarianism, and now he's with Joe Pesci.

What a most excellent dude that Rufus was. I'm going to have a wee cry now.

Abs x

Tis David Tennant's birthday! For a whole one more minute! The wee skinny lad is 37.

Bless, hooray and hurrah! Brilliant, fantastic, and super!

I feel this calls for a celebration with my favourite picture:



Yeah, so maybe he's sat in a wardrobe sipping tea.

But that's why he's lovely and suited to being the Doctor. Because he's a complete dork.

May he live long and prosper. *


Yours fangirlishly,
Abs x


*I switched shows. So sue me.

This requires, I feel, a national period of mourning.

Those of us who are avid readers of his blog have been missing him, but he frankly deserves the break.

Not the break in his arm, I mean the break from writing.

Oh, sssh, Abbi. Stop fangirling.



Which reminds me, I must review 'Moab is my Washpot' at some point, which the excellent Fish bought me for Christmas, and I adored.

I don't have to justify being an atheist.

But here's me doing it anyway.

In my mind, drama = me. It has done since I was four years old, it's what I've always wanted to do, and it's what I will do. If I didn't do drama I would simply cease to exist as the person I am now.

So when on Thursday we recieved the kick up the bum that we might fail drama AS, despite putting everything into it - that we might get a D - I was slightly shellshocked.

Since then I've pretty much been working whenever I can, because I cannot fail.

Because if I don't equal drama, than what's left for me to equal?

beinggirl.co.uk's tip for a Happy Period:

For the past hour and a half I have been fighting for my life. My opponent? Oh, a mighty foe, strong enough to make grown men shrink away in terror, one that oppressed women for centuries; a tyrant the world over, whom everyone fears. Some, they live their lives by it, afraid of making it worse; some try to fight it, to ignore it, but its shadow only looms
darker and larger. And I have been grappling with this foe in the hopes of vanquishing it, but found it to be even harder than I expected, and I have finally escaped breathing heavily, sweating, but safe in the knowledge that I will not need to tackle it again for a while.

I am talking, of course, of housework. Or, as I like to call it, That Which Will Get You Beaten With The Hoover If You Name It. I have been dancing a merry dance with the vacuum cleaner, as it pulls me whichever way it wants to go, sucking up important objects in its quest to make me unhappy. I have been scrabbling in the dust, coughing and spluttering, trying to wipe away every dirty little smear. I have been TIDYING.

Some people like this sort of thing.

Bloody masochists.

So, I just got this sent to me:

So, looks like the time has come for me to start using this account. I can
resist it no longer! I wandered into your profile and well, I liked what I
saw.. ;p
So, my name is Samantha Cook. I think me and you should be friends, because
you seem pretty nice, and maybe even cute! (it's so tough to tell in this
digital world :)
anyway, i'd go on and on, but I want to get a response from you.. You should
check out my other profile on this other site, I'm usually on over there:  (my
username is saucy_kitten). Then maybe we could chat sometime! you know what
they say.. appearance captures the eyes, but personality catches the heart..
haha..
talk to you soon,
Samantha Cook

Well, I'm sold.
Abs x

HAY GUESS WHAT? THERE ARE TORCHWOOD SPOILERS BEHIND THIS CUT.