broadcast me a joyful noise

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.