one of our heads is destined for tinfoil

( Cinematic Titanic news )

See isn't that nice? Vali and I would sell our souls to get them to come to Chicago to perform, oh please, oh please!

Vali and I are making pad thai for Doctor Who Fail Day tomorrow. Or mole skillet pie, we're not sure. We've decided to treat series 4 like a MSTing experiment, roasted fresh from the kitchens of Rusty "Issues? Oh, a TAD" Davies. Well, it was roasted fresh, then it was covered in mayonnaise and left in the trunk of the car for two weeks. Anyway, not expecting it to be good at all comes with a sense of relief. Vali and I have tough MSTy hides. *And* we've watched The Starfighters multiple times and lived to tell the tale, so bring it on, fat boy.

I am obsessed with this James Bond fanvid, won't you join me? When did I realize I was a secret agent junkie? Was it Secret Agent Super Dragon or Danger! Death Ray MSTings played on endless loops when I needed cheering up? Was it the way I was completely, unironically charmed the first time I watched Goldfinger? Or was it Vali's really sexy secret agent story for LADIES, called The Ladies Secret Agent Story? It could be all those things, but I say it's high time I admitted my addiction to myself.

(Okay, is not actually called The Ladies Secret Agent Story, but I can't remember the title and Amazon doesn't want to spit it out.)

I just got in a nice man who watched The Mist and was sorted of messed up by the ending, and I got to smile cryptically and say, I can't tell you the ending, but I think you'll like the story a lot better. I love when I get to do stuff like that. And we actually had the short story collection on the shelf, a miracle! And yesterday I got to select books to beef up our labor studies collection, and I think I chose very well for the money we were allowed to spend. When I actually get to do library stuff I am really very happy with my job.