Madame G

Okay. I'll admit it. I have been well and truly hooked in by Twitter. But none more so than yesterday. Yesterday, when Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright and Nick Frost wrote Hot Fuzz slash with each other through the medium of Twitter.

I didn't think I would ever stop laughing. Ever. I had a bit of a crappy day work-wise yesterday and this totally made up for it.

( It started with a little comment from Edgar, asking about X Factor slash... )

I had an email this morning from licklepickle to say that the tickets for next June's Glastonbury go on sale on the 4th October. 4TH OCTOBER! That's, like, three weeks away! We can guarantee our places early. I'm so, so, so excited!

I'm also happy about going to see xanium, who I presume is currently wandering around my home town, taking in the sights. It was pleasantly odd chatting with her on MSN last night knowing that she's 20 minutes away in this time zone instead of a 22 hour flight and 9 hours ahead :D

It's also very glee-making that today is my Friday - I'm off tomorrow and Mr G & I are off to Snowdonia to go camping and walking in the mountains. It means that it doesn't matter how late I stay out tonight and my current apparent propensity to sleep best from 6.30am onwards, which is a ballache when I have to get up at 7.30am, can be indulged and I can sleep til I wake. I really need it. Then we can saddle up and head off through the beautiful mid Wales countryside to pitch a tent [*sniggers*] in Bettws Y Coed.

Finally, I just got around to reading the instruction manual for my new work mousethat is supposed to prevent the wrist-ache that I've been suffering with lately. I was struggling with it because it's supposed to rest in the palm of my hand and I was having to form my fingers into some kind of claw shape and found they were pressing buttons even when I didn't want them to. However, I've just discovered that the front portion where the buttons are extends away from the palm rest and now that I've adjusted it to take account of my unfeasibly large manhands and loooooong fingers, my whole right side seems to have gone "aaaaah!" Now all I need is my new ergonomic chair and for my desk to be raised by the recommended 3cm and I'm all set in a workspace that's customised for my ludicrous Amazonian proportions.

I managed to find some quality YouTube time this morning to catch up on my subscriptions and what do I find? They've only started filming the next series of Being Human already! Reports say that after the success of the first run, it has been commissioned for a full series. Which to my mind means 12 episodes rather than the six of the last season. I'm very excited!

The production team have started releasing videos on the pre-production on YouTube, and featured this little gem of outstanding slashiness between Russell Tovey and Aidan Turner. The euphemism and the look on Aidan's face is just priceless.

Having been getting myself properly excited about the Star Trek movie since about January when trailers and stills started trickling out, I was fully expecting to be at least a little bit disappointed when I got to see it. It's very hard for something to live up to the degree of hype that I've built up for that movie. But nope. Not a bit of it. It was every bit as awesome as I hoped it would be. And then some. It's been 48 hours now since I left the cinema after seeing it, and I'm still bubbling with excitement. I'm kinda glad it was just Mr G sat next to me and an empty seat on the other side, because I kept fidgeting and flailing and squeaking with excitement throughout the film. And that was with me trying to restrain myself. I would have gladly turned around and gone right back in to watch it a second time, but now two days have passed I'm gagging to see it again. It's almost like a physical craving.

( Cut for mild spoilers; spoilerific discussion is welcomed in the comments too if you feel the need. Reader beware :) )

The story was pacey, the performances were excellent, and I came out of the cinema feeling better than I had done in weeks and weeks. That's what good movies are supposed to be about. I can't recommend it highly enough. Nor can I wait to see it again.

I never do this. Ever. My posts are normally so organised and, well, pointy. But this is totally pointless and girlie in an "OFMGifIdon'tgetthissqueeoutofmysystemI'mgonnaEXPLODE!" way.

So yes. I have a new fandom. I'm in love. Hard. Please allow you to introduce you to... Being Human.

I haven't felt this way about any show since Torchwood. I haven't obsessed this much since I had that dream about acting alongside David Tennant about three years ago and spent about three weeks constantly on the verge of tears and kicking myself that I was brought up sensible and didn't rebel against my parents, tell Business Studies to get bent and go to drama school like I would do now if I had my time again. My obsession has kicked in hard. Seriously, I'm totally overwhelmed and I can't stop thinking about it. I feel like a teenager. I'm drowning in oxytocin and my synapses are doing backstroke.

And the weirdest thing about this total pre-occupation? It's not principally shippy. Don't get me wrong, the show has aaaall kinds of potential to be shippy. The three people sharing the house have all sorts of slash/het potential. The way actor who plays the vampire, Mitchell, looks and they way he's portraying the character add up to one hell of a sexy package. The way that Mitchell is protective towards the werewolf, George, is adorable and you could totally see something more there. And both the episodes I've seen so far have had flashes of shippable chemistry with both the boys and their female ghostly housemate, Annie. Then there's the external relationships: the fact that George is apparently so socially hapless; the fact that even when he's trying not to be Mitchell is just so, so predatory. And the performances they all put in to portray the human emotions they come across in trying to manage their social exclusion are just exquisite. It doesn't back away from the darkness, the violence and the bleaker aspects of humanity and it's even better for that.

But I'm not just watching it and pairing off the characters. I'm watching it because I'm riveted by incisive, witty dialogue and snappy banter the like of which I haven't heard since the heyday of Buffy and the fact that I'm already invested in the characters and their future even though I've only spent a scant two hours in their company.

Whoever is picking the tunes for the soundtrack is an effin' genius too. Choosing Muse's "Showbiz" as the backdrop to Mitchell staring out of the window broodily, contemplating the darker aspects of his vampiric nature, as just inspired.

So, overall, I love Love LOVE this show. Love it. Hard. Squee over.

For now ;)