Feb. 6th, 2008

rionaleonhart: final fantasy x-2: the sun is rising, yuna looks to the future. (not sure i like your tone)
I very nearly made a Post of Loneliness and Woe today, but fortunately you have all been spared that because I just caught sight of something on my friendspage and now this entry is going to be about WHOA, WHOA, ASHES TO ASHES IS STARTING TOMORROW? WHAT?

(...ahahaha, from 'woe' to 'whoa'! I'm sorry; I'll let myself out. This is what happens when you've just spent two hours reading a book on linguistics. IT'S NOT EVEN A PROPER PUN.)

But seriously: Ashes to Ashes? Tomorrow? I had no idea it was so close! Possibly this is partly because I had no idea they'd even cast Drake until about two weeks ago, but I think Ashes to Ashes has always seemed a bit unreal to me. At no point before now has my mind gone 'hey, Riona, you know that that Life on Mars spinoff is actually being made, right? It's not just some sort of hypothetical thing. It's not a fanfic. It's not a joke. It is an actual television series.'

And suddenly a real programme called Ashes to Ashes has barged out of nowhere and gone HEY, RIONA, I AM GENE HUNT FROM THE EIGHTIES AND SOME WOMAN CALLED SEXY ALEX DRAKE.

I still don't even know whether I'm going to watch it.

...you're not fooled, are you? Of course I'm going to watch it. But I have to admit that I'm not optimistic. I'm going to try to give Sexy Alex Drake a chance, I really am, but I have a horrible feeling that Ashes to Ashes is just going to be constantly blaring 'LOOK! IT'S SAM/GENE ALL OVER AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME IT IS VALID BECAUSE ONE OF THEM IS A GIRL.' I really, really don't want that.

Bring it on, Ashes to Ashes. I hope you prove me wrong.
rionaleonhart: final fantasy x-2: the sun is rising, yuna looks to the future. (you are all useless and i am so hot)
Earlier today, I was feeling fairly miserable; I was thinking about the fact that I don't really have anyone I can consider a friend at university, and that I'm so terrified of everyone that it took me four hours of hiding in my room, absolutely starving, before I could work up the courage to go into the kitchen and cook my supper when there were strangers in there.

And then the quiet girl to whom I had barely spoken came into the stranger-filled kitchen and put her food into the fridge, looking as unnerved as I had felt, and I took heart from this and told her about my four hours of pathetic nervousness and asked her whether she watched Torchwood, and she invited me into her room and let me watch it with her and we mocked the Torchwood team together.

Guys. Guys. I interacted with a real person.

I am so happy right now.

Also RHYS RHYS HEARTS FOR RHYS, and 'this is quite homoerotic' was brilliant. Jack/Rhys, anyone?