Platonic and all the better for it: Peggy Carter and Jarvis, Marvel's Agent Carter

On the one hand I'm sure you're right. On the other hand, people like Lerman and Shia LaBeouf keep getting work…

Logan Lerman is the one that's giving me the shudders. Rami Malek, while he would strike me as a somewhat odd choice, is both charismatic and talented. Logan Lerman is neither, at least going by his turn in The Three Musketeers. How it would cross anyone's mind even for a split second that he could play Han Solo is…

It's getting fucking dystopian around here

I could maybe just 'accidentally' sit on one? An orphan, I mean, not a pie.

Well, that certainly sounds like a perfect combination. At least until I achieve multiple organ failure due to copious overeating.

Ah. My interest in food really does not stretch beyond stuffing it into myself. (I spent an interesting week in the Dijon area once. We were served snails. They looked like bits of bird shit in tomato sauce. Despite then not yet being a vegetarian, I did not eat them.) Maybe I'll pass M.F.K. Fisher on to my mum,…

I'm not clicking on that. I'm daft, but I'm not that daft.

You are a cruel, cruel person. Possibly worse than my mum, who's forever sending me lengthy accounts of all the marvellous baking and cooking she does, thousands of miles away from me and my greedy fingers.

I… can't decide whether to love or hate you right now.

It normally does get better once things calm down. Or at least it used to - there's no telling what 'improvements' they may have unleashed.

*attempting to look utterly uninterested*

This week in Fuq you, Disqus: fuq you, Disqus, for being completely unable to load this page, three hours after the TI went up. Everything below the 'What are you reading' thread is random post salad for me.

What it's mostly led to is me dozing off over my (copious, somewhat urgent) work. At this rate I may actually end up missing a deadline for the first time in years. But hey, at least I haven't taken up cooking - that would be a major life change.

My bout of raging insomnia continues (fuckety fuck), so I am about two thirds of the way through The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber. I'm loving it, but it feels like the sort of book I probably shouldn't attempt to say anything about until I've read it all the way through, as I have no idea where he's…

Undermajordomo Minor, Patrick deWitt: A charming fairytale-esque story that way, way more people should read.

Makes two of us, for what that's worth.

Wolf Hall is good, but personally I preferred A Place of Greater Safety, her novel of the French revolution. It's very long, and amusingly written. Though it gets rather less amusing towards the end.

*adds to wishlist*

100 days! Congratulations!