I always say I grew up on Star Trek - didn't every one born pre-1975? So I was surprised to see that the last original air date was 1969, the year before I was born. I had no idea at the time that I was watching it on its 2nd time around.
I really, really wanted to marry Kirk. I'm surprised I didn't instruct my dad to get right on it for me, as I did after hearing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I told him that when Sgt Pepper came on tour, he was to take me to see them. He just said okay, sweetie, never pointed out the error of my ways :)
I've decided to start cross-posting between LJ and DW. Seems like I spend half my time on LJ; it's a little silly to jump ship just yet.
Been quiet lately, getting my head around working on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. But I've had some nice times too. Last night, I met
mirabile_dictu who was over in London on holiday. You know how you can just tell how nice some people will be in real life from their journal? She was lovely. So many fun, fannish and interesting chats. And it was a real plus to meet one of my favourite writers.
Also just got back from the Waterhouse exhibit at the Royal Academy of Arts. Three rooms, crammed with jewel-like gorgeousness, and melancholy beauties whose clothes were all in the process of slipping off.
I really, really wanted to marry Kirk. I'm surprised I didn't instruct my dad to get right on it for me, as I did after hearing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I told him that when Sgt Pepper came on tour, he was to take me to see them. He just said okay, sweetie, never pointed out the error of my ways :)
I've decided to start cross-posting between LJ and DW. Seems like I spend half my time on LJ; it's a little silly to jump ship just yet.
Been quiet lately, getting my head around working on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. But I've had some nice times too. Last night, I met
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Also just got back from the Waterhouse exhibit at the Royal Academy of Arts. Three rooms, crammed with jewel-like gorgeousness, and melancholy beauties whose clothes were all in the process of slipping off.