Whatnots and etecteras

Had my copy-edit exam on Thursday. Do not even want to think about it. A pass is all I’m looking for any more. The good news though is that with the exam over and done with, I can turn my attention to other things, like job hunting and writing. And by job hunting and writing, I mean sitting on the couch eating chocolate and watching all five seasons of Press Gang.

If you’re following me on Twitter, you might have a vague idea what I’m talking about. This was my absolute favourite TV show when I was a kid. It made me want to be a journalist for a very long time, it taught me about important moral issues like drugs, guns and child abuse and it taught me about life in England. Most importantly though, it introduced me to the relationship that I now judge all relationships by – Spike and Lynda. Their relationship never really got off the ground, but I keep watching in the hope that one of these days Lynda won’t torpedo it with her insane control-freak ways. Spike Thomson is one of my biggest fictional crushes (and every time I hear Dexter Fletcher speak with his English accent it freaks me out. For the longest time I thought he was American).

Incidentally: 

Dear creators of Press Gang,

WORST SERIES FINALE EVER. HOW DARE YOU END A TV SHOW LIKE THAT? I HATE YOU.

(Not really. I can’t hate you. Not after the immortal line “Your wardrobe was open so I just popped in.”)

Love, Briony

In other news, I finally finished Carpentaria. You can read my review of it here, but suffice to say, it is now one of my favourite books. I only have two more weeks left of uni (which means only one  more semester and then I have to go back to the real world), and I have blocked out my November for NaNo, although I haven’t  fully committed to the idea yet. I need something to get me back on track though… we’ll see.  Ooh, and yesterday I won $40 dollars on one of my friend’s horses at a race at Caulfield. I love this time of year.

In the meantime, I leave you this. How great is Kate Miller-Heidke?

Not much I can say about this…

Just because.

Happy Wednesday.

Le procrastination

You know why I love the 22nd of June? Basically its the Wednesday of 2009. It’s a  long slide down to summer from here my friends, and I for one am excited.

Thanks to everyone for the cheering up. This shady character I’ve dreamt up and I sat down and had a frank discussion, and I think we’re on the same page now. (Page 50, to be precise). Have decided to take the attitude that this writing caper is like doing one of those ridiculous jigsaw puzzles – start with the corner pieces and the outside pieces and worry about the five hundred pieces that look like sky later.

Have also discovered The Wire this week. How have I not seen this show before? I bet it was like Six Feet Under and the Sopranos and it was on every third Wednesday at 2am but only if you sit in a red armchair with a green cushion. Stupid Australian television.

I also started reading the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman as part of the Filling the Gaps project. I am really really enjoying them actually.  They’re kind of wordy in parts, but the religious side of it  is interesting, and all the mythology surrounding it (like the myth of Oedipus). I hadn’t ever heard of these books until The Golden Compass movie, which I didn’t watch due to the whole Nicole-Kidman-being-in-it-thing, and never  got round to reading the books. I have it on reliable authority that the movie is pretty good though, so I shall have to investigate. I will have  an awful lot of time on my hands this time next week. (Incidentally, I absolutely love the name Lyra. I’ve never gotten so worked up over a character’s name before!)

Finally, I present to you a video of one of my new favourite people. There is no greater joy in life than watching this man eat:

His predeliction for cravats is just an added delight really.

Le oink.

Greetings and salutations from the newly crowned Swine Flu capital of the universe – if that doesn’t go on the Victorian license plates there is something wrong. Tonight at the supermarket I watched a man buy a crate of tissues, and last weekend at Doncaster there were people wandering around the shopping centre with masks on. In this humble hobbit’s opinion, the world has gone a bit mad. Although, am very amused at the suggestion that the best way to see if you have the swine flu is to set yourself on fire and see if you can smell bacon.

The interwebs have been tres amusing this week:

Thanks to my co-president in all important things Courtney for finding my new catchphrase for the week. Am going to take that to work tomorrow and see how many people I can annoy with it.

Thanks also to the Divine Miss Em, (who first alerted me to this), emailed me another fabulous distraction yesterday.  Just when I thought Monty Python couldn’t get any funnier…

And finally, because I am very proud of it, here is the first line of whatever it is that I’m writing now.

Lily stood alone in the lift, clutching her coffee with both hands as if it was the only thing keeping her alive (which, in her hungover state it probably was) and wondered if murder was still illegal if the victim was a complete bitch.

I’m really very pleased with that. So pleased in fact that I spent today watching the third season of The Mighty Boosh and the second season of Doctor Who and am now feeling very happy with the world.