How bad does this look?

How much will I totally be seeing it?

Don't pretend that Conan the Barbarian wasn't an important part of your childhood! ...or maybe that was just mine? You know... looking back on it... Arnold Swarchenegger really was quite involved in my formative years: Terminator(s), Predator(s), Conan(s), Total Recall (which SCARRED ME, If you're reading this, mother!)

But this Conan is different. Because this Conan is Jason Momoa and I want into his pants. Like every sane person should.
Everyone knows my favourite characters are the Bad Girl types, but you know what type I love even more? It's the Damaged Tough Chick (Who's Secretly Actually Incredibly Breakable) With Childhood Trauma And An Inability To Properly Connect To Other People On An Emotional Level.

(See: Aeryn Sun. See: Faith. See: Kara Thrace.)

This post is actually just my reasoning for why I've watched five episodes of the second season of Legend of the Seeker, a show I had previously told everyone I couldn't stand. But it's NOT MY FAULT, you guys. Because Cara Mason? Cara Mason is just Aeryn Sun with blonde hair, I swear to god. Cold, hard killing machines trained since childhood and starved of love. ♥ ♥ ♥

And my love for Aeryn and all her screwed up emotional problems and epic hotness and serious ability to reduce all people around her to a bloody pulp knows no limits. NO LIMITS. Thus I cannot be blamed at all for watching Legend of the Seeker.

This will be my excuse and I am sticking to it so hard. (However, this show? Still so incredibly over the top and camp but... blonde!Aeryn, okay? IF YOU DENY ME ANY VERSIONS OF AERYN SUN I WILL SMITE YOU ALL.)

EDIT: Uh, so, seven episodes in and this is the first time I've looked at the main guy and thought 'I would hit that so hard.' You know why? Because now he's EVIL. God, do I ever have a type.
On Friday we (Alison, Ness, Sam, Tim and myself) did the road trip thing from Christchurch across to the West Coast to spend the weekend at Alison's family's bach at Lake Kaniere. (For the non-New Zealanders reading, bach = holiday home. I don't know if a bach has to be on a lake/beach to be a bach. This might be information a local needs to provide here...)

The trip across is about three and a half hours and we all squished ourselves into Tim's car, the three of us in the backseat dozing off and waking when we hit the bumps in the road that sent our heads smashing into the roof.

'Alright, you've proved your journey, in photo format.' )
LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/
Oh fingers, why you so cold?

There is a rat balanced rather precariously upon my head. He's going to fall and he knows it, which is why he keeps burying his claws in my scalp. Ow, Byron! He needs to learn to remain in more comfortable places. Not very bright is he.

Everyone is out now and the house is stupidly quite, which means I require music. And now that that's fixed in a minute I'm about to call someone to ask about an Othello audition. Because, mmmm, Othello. I haven't done any proper acting since high school so it's very possible I suck at it by now but, hey, it's just an audition. No harm in that. I wish I still had the singing voice I used to in my earlyish teens because then I could do muuusicals. I loves me some musicals.

Alison and I got out the first season of Queer As Folk last week and it was awesome, especially in the deja vu kind of way. Man, I used to love that show so much. I am discovering I am still quite fond. Jen got sucked into it as well toward the end of the season and now both she and Ali and flailing over Season Finale Dramah. It's funny ;D And then we watched the first episode of Dexter (with bubbly!) when it was on the telly the other night. Good, although I'm not yet sure what I make of it. I shall withhold judgement until I've seen a few more.

Sena brought around the latest episode of SPN and I now can't get the silly fake theme song out of my head:

Ghost, Ghost Facers! We go the places where the others will not!
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!


Heh heh heh.

And, oh! The Sarah Conner Chronicles are going to start soon! Fuck yeah! I'm really hoping it's going to be good. Please wipe all memory of that terrible third film from my mind.
On Saturday night everything seemed to be working against us, so we never got to the In Goth We Trust thing that was happening in town. A pity, since I was really looking forward to it. But, eh, what can you do, right?

We went in on Sunday and watched Hera playing in the art centre. She's completely adorable and has some incredible pipes on her. (And Alison uses her as the face for evil batshite insane angel in Darker London who I can never quite be as scared of now...)

Last night in my dream there was a very loud party here and I got completely wasted, and this morning when I woke up I felt like I was deathly hungover until I realised I couldn't possibly be. Imaginary hangover? That sucks!

Pony-obsessed Muz has been demanding photos of my rats for ages, and so who am I to deny a gorgeous friend's sexy boyfriend? (Look at me rack up those brownie points, babies!)

The poets... )

I am so twitching to get hold of Queen Adreena's The Butcher and the Butterfly and Ride a Cock Horse. *twitch*

ETA: Oh my god! Deadpool is going to be in the Wolverine movie? Deadpool is fuckin' awesome! As if I wasn't already excited enough that Taylor Kitsh was going to be in it, now I get a Deadpool. Squee! I want this movie to not suck SO MUCH. Please be good, powers that be, please be good! (And while you're at it, since Hugh and Taylor are down in Queenstown, encourage them to come visit Christchurch?)
I'm so the guy in this flat. Even when we have an actual sort of guy here, I'm still the one make comments about breasts.

Tim came over to watch the Victoria's Secret show the other night. He claims he was just following Sam, but we know the truth. This is, after all, the boy who used to just happen to show up at the right time on Friday nights to watch America's Next Top Model with us, so we really can't believe anything he claims about his television habits.

Anyway, none of the VS models were rated higher than a four out of ten, except for Miranda Kerr who apparently got a six. Must be her cuteness. Apparently if Heidi Klum shows up at his house he'll send her to the nursing home.

Jessica White is made of hot but needs to eat something. Really.

My votes for next year's VS show: Caroline YOU FOOLS. Judith (nudity), Bianca, Cintia, Pania (but only if she puts on a bit of weight), Tamiris, Emanuela, and Crystal (but that's never going to happen.)

And notes to VS:

1. I don't care if Ana broke contract to model a catalogue for someone who paid her better: Get her back. Seriously.

2. Rosie can look this. So why do you keep giving her awful outfits in the show?
Why is that the more sex is in a European movie, the more likely it is to end in PAINFUL TRAGEDY. European sex romps are so unrompy when Alison and I get them out.

So we've been sitting on the couch for the last four hours watching movies and spent half of it laughing, crying 'hee! penis!', or crying.

Y Tu Mama Tambien? So good. I've been meaning to see it for years and years but never got around to it. So. Fantastically. Fabulous. All filled with pain for something that had two sex scenes by the time it was three minutes in. Seventeen year old boys are hilarious. And Spanish is sexy.

And now we've just finished the French Ma Mere which was specifically rented because it has Louis Garrel in it, who is one of Raen's main crushes. He's quite a nummy treat. What can I say about it... what can I say... Hmmm, how about OH. MY. GOD. In fact, it was so painful that I've been saying "Oh. My. God." since it finished. Raen has been wandering around in traumatised silence. Because....OH MY GOD. If you're looking for a nice easy sex romp involving mother and son? Yeah, find another one. I mean, it was really good in a very painful way, but... I feel bad for every single person in that movie! :(

Next weekend we're doing the first three Batmans! :D

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