He’s got a PhD in horribleness
Probably mid-through an operatic solo
Dr. Horrible!
To steal from someone else’s tweet, today was absolutely glorky: gloriously dorky! Had a great bunch of people over to watch – and sing-along to – Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog, which we followed up by watching it with the very special musical DVD commentary. Whilst eating mini-doughnuts. Is this not, y’know, the perfect life? Thanks to everyone who came 
Nobody wants to be moooissst! *jazz hands*
Also! Lovely Camden night on Friday eve with Emma from my Special Subject class at uni. I do wonder how many jugs of sangria I’ve ordered from that bar now, but it’s always delicious…
Cleggy
Last week we (Oliver, Abi, Sarah and I, you understand, not Cleggy) finally finished the gory Season 2 of True Blood. I also watched Burn After Reading with Joshua, engaged in a profitable Sherlock-swap with Tash K which enabled me to get with the times and start watching the brilliant Sherlock, bought even more books with Katie and discovered that, dash it, P.G. Wodehouse can be laugh-out-loud hilarious. (Here ceases my media announcements.) I’ve also basically finished my planning for America – yay! – although I still need to get myself a backpack suitably bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
Oh, and as you can read all about in this week’s Geek Corner News (naturally), Saoirse and I proved ourselves rather less than persistent in our quest to explore Willesden High Road’s numerous drinking dens. It’s just not where I’ve ever tended to go out, but it would seem sad to overlook any outstanding pubs that were so close, so we decided to take a look. In one. That seemed nice, but didn’t have any seats. Almost unthinkingly, the next step was to walk to Kilburn and go somewhere nice there, which was all very pleasant but hardly in the spirit of the initial adventure. We’re bad locals. #willesdenfail
A nicely fulfilling day yesterday! Went to lunch with Andrew and cousin Jamie, who’s spending her last couple of days with us. It’s been really great having her around, not least because of her enthusiasm for Firefly and generosity in helping me plan my California travels next month. (Less than a month to go before I’m off to the States now… exciting!) Then came back to more research and draft-reading for Melissa, whose book is now taking shape. Quite apart from the content, it’s actually just really interesting to watch the process of writing a book up close, rather than just encounter a finished product all printed and bound and on sale. And then in the evening I went out to a lovely little gathering of Cambridge-peeps organised by Maryam: unsurprisingly, both education and Psychic TV came up. (Since my last post on here I’ve been followed by another ‘psychic’ on Twitter, whose website boasts a number of extraordinary predictions for 2011, delivered in creepy-trance-dialogue fashion with more than a twinge of Glenn Beck in the air. Needs to be seen to be believed.)
“What kind of money, Denny?!”
YOU’RE TEARING ME APART, LISA!
The passing of time, and school, and work, and history essays aside, at the end of every year I stand having had it proven to me once again that the thing that gets you through the doldrums and the dire depths of perseverance are people. People you love, people who care about you, people who are kind of jerks but hey, people who are cute customers who keep coming in looking for Terry Eagleton, people who aren’t, people who are impressive or inspiring or hilarious or something else.
(Saoirse)
Happy new year!
So I don’t really make resolutions, because I don’t really see why February or March Dominic should be beholden to the mad whims of January Dominic, but if I did one would probably be to blog better. And since part of blogging better is not to let a couple of weeks go by without mentioning something, allow me to enthuse now about SexFest On Tour: Sleepover Edition. (And yes, another not-resolution-resolution is to write an FAQ page for the SexFest name so that people don’t think it’s an orgy. I mean, if you were going to host an orgy, surely you’d call it something inconspicuous?) Joshua’s flat was unavailable this year, so we innovated and took the party up to Barnet so that they could experience the joys of midnight pillow fighting to welcome in 2011 and so on. And it was wonderful. Massive thanks to Oliver for hosting us at his house, and to everyone who came! (More photos to follow on Facebook. Obv.)
Our tour bus
Drink-along-a-Jenga
Some were more prepared than others for the midnight pillow fight
Fight fight fight (happy new year!) fight
All warm and cosy by the morning
The delegation from Enfield
(By the way, have you ever tried to get some fast food on Barnet high street at half 3 in the morning on new year’s day? I’d advise you travel in packs.)
The next morning, on the bus home and after a grand total of about half an hour’s sleep, I spent the whole time repeating to myself that I was going to get home and then go to bed. Imagine my surprise a little later when I find myself stomping around Hampstead Heath instead with Katie and our cousin Jamie. Madness, but actually left me feeling much better than going straight to sleep would have done. Later, after I did sleep for a bit, I had my first cup of tea of 2011 and we settled down to watch the opening episode of Firefly together. If the first day of the year is setting any sort of precedent, this year is going to be awesome
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