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nigeltdeIt's been weirdly, horribly busy for me lately. Until I got on this afternoon I hadn't even checked my email or lj since Friday. FRIDAY. The withdrawl was looking pretty ugly there for a bit.
This weekend just gone Amnesty International Australia had a Youth Conference that ran for three really packed days. Mostly for high-school kids but I sneaked in under the radar. Some great workshops, especially one regarding activism via various forms of art, and some great speakers, especially Penny Wong, senator for South Australia, who gives me hope for the Labor Party. Plus I had two twenty-firsts to go to, one on Friday and one on Saturday. At the latter![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lainy122 and I got TOTALLY wasted (my most vivid memory is the startlingly pretty colour that a diet of cheap red wine and bad pizza makes your vomit. TMI?) and then I had to drive us home at some ridiculously early hour because I was helping out in one of the workshops at the conference. I felt nauseous all day until I had some brilliant, hot, salty, greasy chips from Nando's. Yay for chips!
Veronica Mars is sweeping the TWoP Awards. Fine, I give up, I'll watch the damn show. I think my favourite award was the "No Wonder There's No Cure For Cancer" Award, given to James Wilson for not actually doing any work. Not, as CB says, that we can blame him. Battlestar Galactica did quite well, for which I am happy. (I suggested we watch the BSG 2003 miniseries for our sci-fi/fantasy module in Politics, Power and Popular Culture and was shouted down. I think it would have been perfect. Instead we're watching Gattaca, which, I mean, good movie, but aren't people sick of studying it by now?)
Back to House, I have been on a total Hugh Laurie kick recently. I downloaded seasons 1 & 3 of A Bit of Fry and Laurie and it's brilliant (especially when they wear tights). Not Flying Circus brilliant, but better than most of the shit we see nowdays. In a happy coincidence, I bought the Sense and Sensibility scriptbook (now with added diaries by Emma Thompson--for whom, hilariously, there is no such concept as TMI--and gorgeous, gorgeous photos) a few months ago and now that I've read it I plan to watch it again, even thoughlainy122 and poor frostmourne and I watched it only recently. It's so damn funny and aw-inducing, though. Also next up is all of Laurie's Blackadder stuff and, damn it, Jeeves and Wooster again. Stephen Fry is just so perfect as Jeeves and no-one plays stupid like Hugh.
Yesterday I got home and found a package fromveronamay, containing an episode of Young Indiana Jones and, more importantly, The Amazing Dancing (Mirrored) Codpiece. I absolutely cacked myself watching this. It was one of the funniest, silliest, most bizarrely erotic things I've seen in a long time. I just--I was absolutely flabbergasted at times; I was certainly not expecting it to be so happily, enjoyably ridiculous and over-the-top (is this something that Terry Jones brought for this episode or is it in all of them?). The French, English and Italian agents cracked me up so much. I could barely recognise Sean Patrick Flannery, only having seen him in Boondock Saints before, but BOY can that kid dance gyrate thrust his hips about lewdly signal in Morse code with his mirrored crotch. Lainy--and everyone else--you HAVE to see this. THANKS SO MUCH!!!
This weekend just gone Amnesty International Australia had a Youth Conference that ran for three really packed days. Mostly for high-school kids but I sneaked in under the radar. Some great workshops, especially one regarding activism via various forms of art, and some great speakers, especially Penny Wong, senator for South Australia, who gives me hope for the Labor Party. Plus I had two twenty-firsts to go to, one on Friday and one on Saturday. At the latter
lainy122 and I got TOTALLY wasted (my most vivid memory is the startlingly pretty colour that a diet of cheap red wine and bad pizza makes your vomit. TMI?) and then I had to drive us home at some ridiculously early hour because I was helping out in one of the workshops at the conference. I felt nauseous all day until I had some brilliant, hot, salty, greasy chips from Nando's. Yay for chips!Veronica Mars is sweeping the TWoP Awards. Fine, I give up, I'll watch the damn show. I think my favourite award was the "No Wonder There's No Cure For Cancer" Award, given to James Wilson for not actually doing any work. Not, as CB says, that we can blame him. Battlestar Galactica did quite well, for which I am happy. (I suggested we watch the BSG 2003 miniseries for our sci-fi/fantasy module in Politics, Power and Popular Culture and was shouted down. I think it would have been perfect. Instead we're watching Gattaca, which, I mean, good movie, but aren't people sick of studying it by now?)
Back to House, I have been on a total Hugh Laurie kick recently. I downloaded seasons 1 & 3 of A Bit of Fry and Laurie and it's brilliant (especially when they wear tights). Not Flying Circus brilliant, but better than most of the shit we see nowdays. In a happy coincidence, I bought the Sense and Sensibility scriptbook (now with added diaries by Emma Thompson--for whom, hilariously, there is no such concept as TMI--and gorgeous, gorgeous photos) a few months ago and now that I've read it I plan to watch it again, even though
lainy122 and poor frostmourne and I watched it only recently. It's so damn funny and aw-inducing, though. Also next up is all of Laurie's Blackadder stuff and, damn it, Jeeves and Wooster again. Stephen Fry is just so perfect as Jeeves and no-one plays stupid like Hugh.Yesterday I got home and found a package from
veronamay, containing an episode of Young Indiana Jones and, more importantly, The Amazing Dancing (Mirrored) Codpiece. I absolutely cacked myself watching this. It was one of the funniest, silliest, most bizarrely erotic things I've seen in a long time. I just--I was absolutely flabbergasted at times; I was certainly not expecting it to be so happily, enjoyably ridiculous and over-the-top (is this something that Terry Jones brought for this episode or is it in all of them?). The French, English and Italian agents cracked me up so much. I could barely recognise Sean Patrick Flannery, only having seen him in Boondock Saints before, but BOY can that kid 
