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rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-28 04:47 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-28 04:47 pm
Speaking Of Books, And We Weren't...
Thank you so much for all your kind comments on the past couple of entries! I ran off to my cousin's wedding for the weekend (and very pleasant it was too), so I wasn't able to respond to all of them, but I really appreciate them all. ♥!
(On the way to the wedding, the term 'spit-roast' as sexual slang came up. My mother didn't know what 'spit-roast' meant in a sexual context and spent some time on the car journey trying unsuccessfully to work it out.
Riona's Mum: Spit-roast. Spit-roast. ...you baste it?)
Unrelatedly: you may recall that I received a thank-you note from a Mr Derren Brown a few months ago, in response to a ukulele that I sent him in a fit of flist-encouraged madness. It was a weird thing to do, and I was terribly embarrassed afterwards, but he was rather lovely about it. As we have recently acquired a scanner, have some scans!
This man has ridiculously pretty stationery.
Also ridiculously pretty: his handwriting. Look at it! It's gorgeous!
I'm not as massively fannish about Derren Brown as I was a year ago, but I think I'm always going to be rather fond of him, because he would have been easily within his rights to ignore the weirdo who sent him a ukulele and instead he wrote her a letter of thanks by hand. Awww.
Last night, my dad and I were discussing the formula for a successful young adult novel. I commented on the fact that paranormal romances never seem to involve unicorns.
THEREFORE.
Our idea for a bestselling young adult novel: a paranormal romance, set in an American high school, in which the love interest is a were-unicorn. He is extremely pissed off about this; he's always thought of himself as a bit of a bad boy, and he hates that every month he turns into a beautiful, pure creature and canters around, healing the souls of virgins with his tears. COMPLICATED SITUATIONS ARISE WITH REGARD TO SLEEPING WITH THE HEROINE, BECAUSE THEN SHE WILL NO LONGER BE A VIRGIN AND HIS INNER UNICORN WILL BE REPELLED.
We are going to be millionaires.
(On the way to the wedding, the term 'spit-roast' as sexual slang came up. My mother didn't know what 'spit-roast' meant in a sexual context and spent some time on the car journey trying unsuccessfully to work it out.
Riona's Mum: Spit-roast. Spit-roast. ...you baste it?)
Unrelatedly: you may recall that I received a thank-you note from a Mr Derren Brown a few months ago, in response to a ukulele that I sent him in a fit of flist-encouraged madness. It was a weird thing to do, and I was terribly embarrassed afterwards, but he was rather lovely about it. As we have recently acquired a scanner, have some scans!
This man has ridiculously pretty stationery.
Also ridiculously pretty: his handwriting. Look at it! It's gorgeous!
I'm not as massively fannish about Derren Brown as I was a year ago, but I think I'm always going to be rather fond of him, because he would have been easily within his rights to ignore the weirdo who sent him a ukulele and instead he wrote her a letter of thanks by hand. Awww.
Last night, my dad and I were discussing the formula for a successful young adult novel. I commented on the fact that paranormal romances never seem to involve unicorns.
THEREFORE.
Our idea for a bestselling young adult novel: a paranormal romance, set in an American high school, in which the love interest is a were-unicorn. He is extremely pissed off about this; he's always thought of himself as a bit of a bad boy, and he hates that every month he turns into a beautiful, pure creature and canters around, healing the souls of virgins with his tears. COMPLICATED SITUATIONS ARISE WITH REGARD TO SLEEPING WITH THE HEROINE, BECAUSE THEN SHE WILL NO LONGER BE A VIRGIN AND HIS INNER UNICORN WILL BE REPELLED.
We are going to be millionaires.
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Ooh, I went to see Enigma as well. THAT ENDING. THE SONG. He is a ridiculous man and I adore him.
I did see the new Top Gear episode! I didn't think it was one of the best, but the volcano segment was hugely impressive (and terrifying), and watching Jeremy Clarkson topple a Reliant Robin fifty-seven times is a delight.
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A certain tacky track by a certain 3-strong poptastic boy band has worked its way on to my iTunes with an embarrassingly high playcount after seeing Enigma. He is ridiculous, and I love him for it. That was the first time I'd seen him live...front row baybee! What an experience....don't think my heart rate dropped below 'dangerous' for the whole show. Phew *g*
I didn't think it was classic Top Gear by a long stretch :( Quite disappointed, I was watching some of the oldies on Dave this week and I miss the natural banter and the honesty in the show. I know it's always been daft but there didn't seem to be much heart in this week's. Although it delivered me Peter Jones, which I can NEVER, EVER complain about *haz crush*
See you around XD