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rionaleonhart) wrote2009-02-08 12:20 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2009-02-08 12:20 pm
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I'm Just Waiting For The Lottery Numbers.
Rewatching the 'Simon Says' episode of Supernatural, I have come to the conclusion that Andy and Ansem are Derren Brown. Both of them. Andy represents the adorkable, getting-along-with-people, taking-delight-in-everything side; Ansem represents the eeeeeeevil. Of course, this means that Derren's eeeeeeevil side is hopelessly in love with his good side. I am not sure of how that works.
Seriously, where is my twisted and terrifying Ansem/Andy? The Supernatural fandom just lets the most obvious incestuous pairings pass it by. (Derren Brown/himself would also be acceptable.)
On Friday night, a friend of mine invited me to the pub. She told me to meet her at Notting Hill Gate. I, being useless, called her up an hour later to say 'Tottenham Court Road, right?', and she quickly corrected me.
At the pub with us was a man called Adam, whom I had met only a couple of times before. He was going to a party afterwards, he said: a friend had invited him; he didn't really know the person organising it. Alessandra something.
'Not Alessandra Surnameson?' I asked.
As it turned out, yes, this random guy was going to my childhood friend's birthday party.
As it turned out, this party was in Tottenham Court Road.
I HAVE PSYCHIC POWERS. CLEARLY, SENDING A UKULELE TO DERREN BROWN HAS CAUSED ME TO FORM SOME SORT OF WEIRD SOULBOND WITH HIM. I did not mean to form a soulbond with Derren Brown! I mean, not that I object to suddenly having incredible psychic abilities, but this was totally not my intention.
(I expressed my theory that the weird coincidences were Derren Brown's fault to another friend I hadn't seen in about a decade, who also happened to be at Alessandra's party (hey, the fates were clearly demanding that I go), and her boyfriend. It turned out that the boyfriend knew Peter Clifford and had been inside Derren's old flat. SERIOUSLY. CRAZY PSYCHIC UKULELE-OWNER SOULBONDS. WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS COMING? (Apparently, Derren had put bookshelves on the inside of the door to disguise it as a bookcase. I rather like that. And the boyfriend thought a ukulele would have fit in very well, which is reassuring.))
I am becoming a little more uneasy with every day that goes by without any feedback from Operation: Ukulele. Calm down, Riona! You only posted it half a week ago, and that wasn't directly to him. Worst-case scenario: Derren Brown thinks that you are a bit odd. He says in his book that 'gifts have arrived too creepy to mention', so you're certainly not going to be amongst the worst.
Seriously, where is my twisted and terrifying Ansem/Andy? The Supernatural fandom just lets the most obvious incestuous pairings pass it by. (Derren Brown/himself would also be acceptable.)
On Friday night, a friend of mine invited me to the pub. She told me to meet her at Notting Hill Gate. I, being useless, called her up an hour later to say 'Tottenham Court Road, right?', and she quickly corrected me.
At the pub with us was a man called Adam, whom I had met only a couple of times before. He was going to a party afterwards, he said: a friend had invited him; he didn't really know the person organising it. Alessandra something.
'Not Alessandra Surnameson?' I asked.
As it turned out, yes, this random guy was going to my childhood friend's birthday party.
As it turned out, this party was in Tottenham Court Road.
I HAVE PSYCHIC POWERS. CLEARLY, SENDING A UKULELE TO DERREN BROWN HAS CAUSED ME TO FORM SOME SORT OF WEIRD SOULBOND WITH HIM. I did not mean to form a soulbond with Derren Brown! I mean, not that I object to suddenly having incredible psychic abilities, but this was totally not my intention.
(I expressed my theory that the weird coincidences were Derren Brown's fault to another friend I hadn't seen in about a decade, who also happened to be at Alessandra's party (hey, the fates were clearly demanding that I go), and her boyfriend. It turned out that the boyfriend knew Peter Clifford and had been inside Derren's old flat. SERIOUSLY. CRAZY PSYCHIC UKULELE-OWNER SOULBONDS. WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS COMING? (Apparently, Derren had put bookshelves on the inside of the door to disguise it as a bookcase. I rather like that. And the boyfriend thought a ukulele would have fit in very well, which is reassuring.))
I am becoming a little more uneasy with every day that goes by without any feedback from Operation: Ukulele. Calm down, Riona! You only posted it half a week ago, and that wasn't directly to him. Worst-case scenario: Derren Brown thinks that you are a bit odd. He says in his book that 'gifts have arrived too creepy to mention', so you're certainly not going to be amongst the worst.
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He says in his book that 'gifts have arrived too creepy to mention', so you're certainly not going to be amongst the worst.
If he gets gifts like most celebrities, you definitely won't be the worst. If I ever got famous I'd love a surprise ukulele inamongst the undergarments and... whatever else famous people get as gifts.
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I have heard some truly horrific stories of celebrity gifts, which are, I have to admit, quite reassuring. AT LEAST I DID NOT SEND HIM AN ENVELOPE FULL OF PUBIC HAIR.