DVD commentary: fortuna fugit

Emma asked, Ji encouraged.

Warning: contains less science than usual, but bonus discussions of French verbs and genrebending.

PLEASE don't read this unless you've already read the story itself. It will ruin all sorts of things for you.

( Here we go )

newsflash

Er, just to clarify for anyone who was confused by the recent 'I'm off to Sydney!' post -- I was just in Sydney for the weekend! I bought cheap fabric at Cabramatta and swanked my way through an evening at an Oxford Street restaurant, fell in love with _leareth's neighbourhood in Chatswood, dressed up for a picnic and drove through the upper-upper crust eastern coast suburbs to get there, and watched all five hours of the BBC Pride & Prejudice miniseries. IT WAS FUN. But now I'm back in Canberra for the rest of the month, and I expect to spend most of my time either sewing or packing, because I have to produce this (no, not the goat. hilarious as that would be.) and convince myself that applying a fake tan will not signal the end of the world (MY BRITISH SENSIBILITIES. THEY HURT.) etc. etc.

My paid account runs out in three days; to distract myself from the loss of all those things I never use, like phoneposts, I have been tidying up my LJ tags! The 'writing' tag is now handily subdivided into 'fanfic', 'origific', 'drabbles', and so on, so that if I'm looking for an actual fic I don't have to trawl through all those entries in which I am merely moaning about how stuck I am. Now all I need is a tags page that doesn't look like it's been put through a garbage compressor, or a layout that actually lets me display all tags instead of a handful. Sigh.

I am also acquiring TV at the speed of light, so that I have things saved up to watch in Sydney. I watched the pilot of How I Met Your Mother today to see if I should download the rest, which was a mistake, because now I want to download it all and watch it IMMEDIATELY. I'd forgotten how much I have an enormous crush on admire Alyson Hannigan.