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I’m doing some research for my Dahl site when I came across this list of Twenty Characters You Should Know. There were only a couple that I hadn’t heard of. Who are Hans Brinker, Mafatu, and Mr. Popper? Are they before/after my generation, or did I just somehow miss them?

This could very well be the weirdest hobby I’ve ever heard of. Honestly.

Anybody else use iTunes? I’m really happy with it for the most part, but there’s one thing that pisses me off. Snookums and I have a shared mp3 library that resides on our house server. We’re always adding more songs to it. The problem is that everytime that happens, I have to trash my whole iTunes Library and re-add everything. Why can’t I designate a folder to have it automatically scan when it starts up and add any new songs it finds? Otherwise I never know he’s added stuff until he tells me.

I am becoming SUCH the bored housewife. What have I done now, you ask? Oh, simply tried to get on a gameshow. Who wants to be a millionaire, Chris? You’re damn right, I do.

Last night the Snook and I finally saw Amelie (or as it’s known in France, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain). It was fantastic. Seriously, go see this film. Afterwards we met up with some people from work who were asking if it was a “chick flick” or “pretentious”. No no no. It’s not that kind of French film. Sure, it has subtitles, but if it was in English and starred Julia Roberts it’d be number one at the box office and snag Jules another trophy next year. (It’d suck, though, but I’m just tryin’ to make a point about American cultural elitism.) The theater was packed, which I really didn’t expect. And everybody was laughing! We were having a great time. It’s two hours long, but to be honest I didn’t even realize that until the end. It’s hilarious, it’s sweet, it’s got some awesome effects, and it’ll make you feel happy when you leave the theater. If/when this finally gets to America, make an effort to see it. You won’t regret it.

Everybody who knows me knows I have rotten gaydar. (Heck, just look at my ex-boyfriends! *drum sting* Thank you, you’ve been a lovely audience.) But anyway, now – thanks to technology and capitalism – I will no longer be caught unawares that yet another of my snappy-dressing Englishman buddies is a friend of Dorothy. I can buy gaydar! (Link courtesy of Ernie.)

My Buffy Dream Date is… Giles? I guess I can accept that. I do like when he goes all Ripper and kicks some ass. I was really hoping for Oz though. I think the quiz sucks. Because really, within the realm of the show you’d expect Willow to get Oz, right? But there’s no way she’d have picked any of the answers that correspond to him. She’d have picked all the bookish ones like I did… which get you Giles. (Maybe that’s why there’s all that Willow/Giles fan fiction?) But anyway, I base my claim to Oz on the fact that if Willow gets him, so do I. (Link courtesy of Fresh Hell.)

A question for you English-teacher writer types: is there a word that means to put things in order numerically? Kind of like “alphabetize”, but with numbers? Because that’s what I just did with about a bazillion Harry Potter trading cards. 🙂

“Hey Mum! I’ve got good news! I got an acting job in a historical drama on Channel 4! Well… I’m playing a syphilitic Hackney whore being impassively tupped by a boil-faced plague-pit digger in the desperate belief that my pox will cure his plague.” That is some funny stuff.

Embarrassing realization o’ the day: if you’re going to rant on a friend’s weblog, for the love of God rant about something worthwhile…. as opposed to, say, “the Creek”. I’m pathetic.