Birthdays, brr, and umm

Happy Birthday dovil! As it's way into your birthday now you should be drunk and giggly and happy. Or maybe that's just me on my birthdays. Feel free to be sober and giggly and happy. Even the giggles are optional. Just as long as you're happy. :;hugs you::

It is also bear's birthday! I have few bear stories, but I will share. I have never seen a bear except at the safari park. David and I went out in the woods (Algonquin Park) once, very early and were terrified (well, I was, he'd probably deny it totally) when there was this really loud crashing through the brush coming towards us.

It was, we think, a moose - and that's scary enough because those things are big but it might have been a bear!

A family joke is that when David and I were in England, planning our honeymoon in Canada, I, knowing that my darling loves polar bears (platypuses come first and then hedgghogs, then PBs - or are hedgehogs third? Damn.) Anyway, I tapped my finger on the map of Canada and chirped; 'let's schedule in a day trip to the Polar Bear national park!'

I swear, it was, like 4 inches away. How was I supposed to know that translated to 1,000 miles and you have to fly in because there are no roads and it's practically at the North Pole...

Speaking of which, it is bloody, bloody freezing today, after raining yesterday. Seriously cold, minus 27 windchill. My face is still numb from going to the school bus and my eyes watered and the tears froze.

I want spring and snowdrops and crocuses that come before the swallow dares - no, that's daffodils. Whatever.

Hmm

Just noticed a weird spike in my webpage stats and discovered 83 people went to look at my naff acrostic fic. Well, that's 83 people who'll never read me again. ::sobs::

But I remain cheerful :-) I'm hoping to finish up Running Scared tonight/tomorrow although I might not, and wesleysgirl and I suddenly, out of the blue, went from exchanging hypothetical possible ideas for a fic to plotting the whole thing out (with much drooling) to starting tagging and we have 2,000 words done already today. It is going to be brill. I shall say no more. I'm too busy bouncing at the thought of some of the stuff we have planned.

I'm also still recovering from watching Troy at the weekend and discovering that yes, Brad Pitt looks pretty darn spiffy naked and covered in sand and blood. Never was much of a fan but, mm, yes.

Not a bad film; bit slow but David refused to ff through the fighting. We sat there exposing our lamentable lack of memory of Greek mythology, muttering stuff like, 'And Achilles sulked in his tent for lo these many days; yes! I remember the tent!' or 'He rides around the city in his chariot. No I don't know why. Oh. That's why.' or 'Just who kills him anyway? Oh... not him, obviously.'

I did have the odd howl of, 'It's a freaking battle! You don't get timeouts!' and 'Your leg is being sewn up. At least bloody well wince a bit!'

I'm also up to the last five episodes of Tru Calling which, as promised, has been getting steadily better. Losing the sister (more or less) helped I think. Some have been a tad cheesy but the suspense is getting to me now and I've been jumping and squeaking in places.

I want Faith, uh, Tru, to deck that whining reporter though. Nosy bitch. And I seriously wouldn't have recognised the guy from Beverly Hills 90210 who looks so much older. That show must have been years ago... now *I* feel old.

And new Giles icon from the talented literati. :;happy sigh:: And speaking of pictures...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/mpoetess/439940.html?view=4480644#t4480644

Spike/Xander shirtless by mpoetess and guh is all I can think of.