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Posted 12/22/2008 2:08:45 AM
In response to serrasuka's post regarding childhood cartoons - I figured I'd jump on the bandwagon and add a few of my own that I feel deserve mention.Kitty's Childhood, summarised by kids TV of the late 80's and early 90's.The Carebears Ah. Nostalgia for an addiction so great that my mother still cannot bear to hear this themesong. My first childhood crush was on Braveheart Lion, (Shut up. I was five...)and I used to collect the posable figures. I had about sixty of them, plus the Cloudcar. "Carebear STARE!" became less of a cartoon catchphrase and more of a religious mantra for me....Possibly the only thing I loved as much as the Carebears was My Little Pony. Again with the collecting of the ponies and the torture inflicted upon my poor mother...(And for those of you that watch this clip without getting the theme stuck in your head on a loop - you are a stronger person than I..)If you never watched The Magic Roundabout you have truly lived a half life. I remember watching this with my Grandma. Ridiculously cute. Damn mind! Sit! Stay!. . I hear it's been remade into a feature length movie with flashy effects and whatnot. Major Testing (first times suck). . This is nothing short of blasphemy, and those responsible for such sacrilege must be stopped..Watch the episode. WAAATCH IIIT....I have the The Raggydolls to thank for my firm belief that beauty is on the inside (if you will pardon the cliche.) My sisters and I pretty much wore out our Raggy Dolls video. Quite adorable - plus it had a really cute theme tune. ^_^Fireman Sam. My sister was hooked on this, so it's burned into my memory forever. 9. . (Plus Welsh accents are lovely....) Why was I the coolest kid in year one? Because I had a Count Duckula lunchbox. wow.... . Seriously - Vampire. Ducks. This is also possibly the best cartoon intro ever.- Igor! Igor! Look! Nanny's Engaged!- She's always seemed vacant to me sir...I am yet to meet anyone my age that did not - at some point watch Captain Planet. A cartoon that combines the importance of looking after the environment and fantastic mullets....It's a grand shame they do not make cartoons like this anymore.See my previous statement for The Magic Schoolbus. I loved that the teacher's outfit would always correspond with that episode's lesson. Yes. It's not a cartoon - but I think that Mighty Morphin Power Rangers deserves a mention, given that I was a miniature crackhead for that show - along with the rest of my primary school compadres. I still have a scar on my knuckle from where my cousin scratched me after an argument over who stole my green ranger....The Pink Ranger was my favorite. (Notice how the Black Ranger was actually black, and the Yellow ranger was Asian? Suss...)The Power Rangers have somehow survived the fourteen years since the original series I remember - albeit in a bastardised, sorry state.And I have saved the best, and possibly the most elusive and esoteric for last. The Pirates of Dark Water. Unfortunately, it was only on for about six months, but that's all it took to get me hooked. I absolutely adored this program - I still think it's awesome, one of the most imaginative kids cartoons I've ever seen. I honestly think that it could have been something huge if the funding hadn't been cut.After it went off air I didn't see it for years, and no-one else had ever heard of it. Then I saw it in Planet Video - it hadn't been rented in years, so the girl said I could keep it. ^_________^ Nanna says that they will never make movies quite like they did in the Golden Age of Hollywood. I'd say the same thing of these cartoons - I pity the poor kids that grew up after these programs disappeared into the ether. The tripe that they show on Saturday morning kids TV is atrocious.Oh gods. I have too much free time...and the My Little Pony theme is stuck in my head. AAAGH.(Oh yes. feed back.... . I have a whole tonne of Blackbooks icons thanks to letsburn00. And there was much rejoicing...).
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Posted 12/22/2008 2:07:27 AM
In response to serrasuka's post regarding childhood cartoons - I figured I'd jump on the bandwagon and add a few of my own that I feel deserve mention.Kitty's Childhood, summarised by kids TV of the late 80's and early 90's.The Carebears Ah. Nostalgia for an addiction so great that my mother still cannot bear to hear this themesong. My first childhood crush was on Braveheart Lion, (Shut up. I was five...)and I used to collect the posable figures. I had about sixty of them, plus the Cloudcar. "Carebear STARE!" became less of a cartoon catchphrase and more of a religious mantra for me....Possibly the only thing I loved as much as the Carebears was My Little Pony. Again with the collecting of the ponies and the torture inflicted upon my poor mother...(And for those of you that watch this clip without getting the theme stuck in your head on a loop - you are a stronger person than I..)If you never watched The Magic Roundabout you have truly lived a half life. I remember watching this with my Grandma. Ridiculously cute. Damn mind! Sit! Stay!. . I hear it's been remade into a feature length movie with flashy effects and whatnot. Major Testing (first times suck). . This is nothing short of blasphemy, and those responsible for such sacrilege must be stopped..Watch the episode. WAAATCH IIIT....I have the The Raggydolls to thank for my firm belief that beauty is on the inside (if you will pardon the cliche.) My sisters and I pretty much wore out our Raggy Dolls video. Quite adorable - plus it had a really cute theme tune. ^_^Fireman Sam. My sister was hooked on this, so it's burned into my memory forever. 9. . (Plus Welsh accents are lovely....) Why was I the coolest kid in year one? Because I had a Count Duckula lunchbox. wow.... . Seriously - Vampire. Ducks. This is also possibly the best cartoon intro ever.- Igor! Igor! Look! Nanny's Engaged!- She's always seemed vacant to me sir...I am yet to meet anyone my age that did not - at some point watch Captain Planet. A cartoon that combines the importance of looking after the environment and fantastic mullets....It's a grand shame they do not make cartoons like this anymore.See my previous statement for The Magic Schoolbus. I loved that the teacher's outfit would always correspond with that episode's lesson. Yes. It's not a cartoon - but I think that Mighty Morphin Power Rangers deserves a mention, given that I was a miniature crackhead for that show - along with the rest of my primary school compadres. I still have a scar on my knuckle from where my cousin scratched me after an argument over who stole my green ranger....The Pink Ranger was my favorite. (Notice how the Black Ranger was actually black, and the Yellow ranger was Asian? Suss...)The Power Rangers have somehow survived the fourteen years since the original series I remember - albeit in a bastardised, sorry state.And I have saved the best, and possibly the most elusive and esoteric for last. The Pirates of Dark Water. Unfortunately, it was only on for about six months, but that's all it took to get me hooked. I absolutely adored this program - I still think it's awesome, one of the most imaginative kids cartoons I've ever seen. I honestly think that it could have been something huge if the funding hadn't been cut.After it went off air I didn't see it for years, and no-one else had ever heard of it. Then I saw it in Planet Video - it hadn't been rented in years, so the girl said I could keep it. ^_________^ Nanna says that they will never make movies quite like they did in the Golden Age of Hollywood. I'd say the same thing of these cartoons - I pity the poor kids that grew up after these programs disappeared into the ether. The tripe that they show on Saturday morning kids TV is atrocious.Oh gods. I have too much free time...and the My Little Pony theme is stuck in my head. AAAGH.(Oh yes. feed back.... . I have a whole tonne of Blackbooks icons thanks to letsburn00. And there was much rejoicing...).
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Posted 12/17/2008 12:41:36 PM
Less than four weeks away from home and already I'm feeling the lack of gayness...:(After weeks and weeks of drama, panic-attacks and worry of the last two months, the sudden halt and calm of my time in England is really quite jarring. I've moved out of home, gotten a second job, worked every shift I could get my grubby paws on, changed uni courses, booked my flight, applied for a new passport, worried myself sick over reviews and re-election to the Queer Department and run around like a headless chook - having less than two weeks to find a lodger to take my place while I was away to save me paying six weeks worth of rent upfront (I did actually find someone, but she bailed on me the night before I left....thanks..).The weeks leading up to my final review were really quite frightening - I faced the possibility of failing my wanky studio unit a second time and thus being kicked out of my course and having to give up my position in the Queer Department, which has come to be one of the most important things to me. The thought of that was unbearable - as was the prospect of spending another year in a course that I had come to find irrelevant, pretentious and frustrating. So I filled in a truckload of paperwork and got my letter of acceptance shortly before I left.I've decided to run for a second term as Curtin Queer Officer, with Rhiahnon as my co-officer. Unfortunately, that nasty little parasite Karl wasn't at all happy with that, and so - ever the thorn in my side, he ran against me for the position.Even though Rhiahnon and I had the upperhand in the situation (nominating together and being the party favoured by the collective and old Guild Council), I was so terrified that they'd choose Karl over us - it would have been a death-warrant for the Department. I can see clearly now. . I was so nervous, at one point I was close to tears - thank god Rhiahnon was there to slap some sense into me.:) But we won the elections in the end - and there was a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs for all. (Except Karl.)As of about three days before I left Shane (rome_o) and I got the positions of NUS State Queer Officers. some truthiness about me. . This was decided at a meeting at the Court to which three people had the decency to turn upto. A remarkably easy election process: We were the only candidates! Hurrah for power by default!There was the endless amounts of beaurocracy involved in trying to apply for an adult passport (250 effing dollars that stupid thing cost me...)and booking a flight that got me to England before Christmas and didn't have fifteen stop-offs, getting all my stuff moved into my new home and of course, attempting to avoid getting caught up in my father's wedding plans.Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Dad's engaged. To a woman seven years my senior. Kinda old news by now - but I haven't had a chance to properly bitch about it.Pip's as happy as Larry, buried under an ever-increasing pile of bridal magazines, floral arrangements and marzipan. Dad has more or less been shanghai-ed into this whole arrangement and is standing on the sidelines looking rather dazed and confused amid the hideous bridesmaids dresses. They got engaged in early November and the date for the big, horrendous day has been set for February tenth.I shall be dragging Shane with me. I dislike the idea of witnessing such a revolting display of overly glorified monogamy - especially when one party is my own twice-divorced father and the other an accountant young enough to be my sister. Therefore my partner in the fight against sobriety and I shall see to it that the free booze is not wasted - and that This most awesome song is played at the reception. Snow???. http. . . (Zomg! The videoclip to that is so cute! ^_^)Naturally - I also plan to upstage the bride....(shouldn't be too hard..);)All of this in the space of less than two months made for a very busy, stressed out Kitty. It's kinda itchy.. . And now that I've had time to chill out and be a lazy bum - I'm just about ready to dive back into the fray. I'm getting itchy fingers - things to do, people to see, meetings to organise at the last minute and liqour to drink. The perpetual calm of my quaint little English country town is starting to get to me...But for now, my little sister has all four series of [SCRUBS]. *happy Kitty*Return to Oz scheduled for February second. I expect a full entourage of adoring fans with placards, flowers and jelly snakes at the airport. :D.
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Posted 12/17/2008 12:41:31 PM
Less than four weeks away from home and already I'm feeling the lack of gayness...:(After weeks and weeks of drama, panic-attacks and worry of the last two months, the sudden halt and calm of my time in England is really quite jarring. I've moved out of home, gotten a second job, worked every shift I could get my grubby paws on, changed uni courses, booked my flight, applied for a new passport, worried myself sick over reviews and re-election to the Queer Department and run around like a headless chook - having less than two weeks to find a lodger to take my place while I was away to save me paying six weeks worth of rent upfront (I did actually find someone, but she bailed on me the night before I left....thanks..).The weeks leading up to my final review were really quite frightening - I faced the possibility of failing my wanky studio unit a second time and thus being kicked out of my course and having to give up my position in the Queer Department, which has come to be one of the most important things to me. The thought of that was unbearable - as was the prospect of spending another year in a course that I had come to find irrelevant, pretentious and frustrating. So I filled in a truckload of paperwork and got my letter of acceptance shortly before I left.I've decided to run for a second term as Curtin Queer Officer, with Rhiahnon as my co-officer. Unfortunately, that nasty little parasite Karl wasn't at all happy with that, and so - ever the thorn in my side, he ran against me for the position.Even though Rhiahnon and I had the upperhand in the situation (nominating together and being the party favoured by the collective and old Guild Council), I was so terrified that they'd choose Karl over us - it would have been a death-warrant for the Department. I can see clearly now. . I was so nervous, at one point I was close to tears - thank god Rhiahnon was there to slap some sense into me.:) But we won the elections in the end - and there was a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs for all. (Except Karl.)As of about three days before I left Shane (rome_o) and I got the positions of NUS State Queer Officers. some truthiness about me. . This was decided at a meeting at the Court to which three people had the decency to turn upto. A remarkably easy election process: We were the only candidates! Hurrah for power by default!There was the endless amounts of beaurocracy involved in trying to apply for an adult passport (250 effing dollars that stupid thing cost me...)and booking a flight that got me to England before Christmas and didn't have fifteen stop-offs, getting all my stuff moved into my new home and of course, attempting to avoid getting caught up in my father's wedding plans.Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Dad's engaged. To a woman seven years my senior. Kinda old news by now - but I haven't had a chance to properly bitch about it.Pip's as happy as Larry, buried under an ever-increasing pile of bridal magazines, floral arrangements and marzipan. Dad has more or less been shanghai-ed into this whole arrangement and is standing on the sidelines looking rather dazed and confused amid the hideous bridesmaids dresses. They got engaged in early November and the date for the big, horrendous day has been set for February tenth.I shall be dragging Shane with me. I dislike the idea of witnessing such a revolting display of overly glorified monogamy - especially when one party is my own twice-divorced father and the other an accountant young enough to be my sister. Therefore my partner in the fight against sobriety and I shall see to it that the free booze is not wasted - and that This most awesome song is played at the reception. Snow???. http. . . (Zomg! The videoclip to that is so cute! ^_^)Naturally - I also plan to upstage the bride....(shouldn't be too hard..);)All of this in the space of less than two months made for a very busy, stressed out Kitty. It's kinda itchy.. . And now that I've had time to chill out and be a lazy bum - I'm just about ready to dive back into the fray. I'm getting itchy fingers - things to do, people to see, meetings to organise at the last minute and liqour to drink. The perpetual calm of my quaint little English country town is starting to get to me...But for now, my little sister has all four series of [SCRUBS]. *happy Kitty*Return to Oz scheduled for February second. I expect a full entourage of adoring fans with placards, flowers and jelly snakes at the airport. :D.
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Posted 12/15/2008 12:02:28 PM
Less than four weeks away from home and already I'm feeling the lack of gayness...:(After weeks and weeks of drama, panic-attacks and worry of the last two months, the sudden halt and calm of my time in England is really quite jarring. I've moved out of home, gotten a second job, worked every shift I could get my grubby paws on, changed uni courses, booked my flight, applied for a new passport, worried myself sick over reviews and re-election to the Queer Department and run around like a headless chook - having less than two weeks to find a lodger to take my place while I was away to save me paying six weeks worth of rent upfront (I did actually find someone, but she bailed on me the night before I left....thanks..).The weeks leading up to my final review were really quite frightening - I faced the possibility of failing my wanky studio unit a second time and thus being kicked out of my course and having to give up my position in the Queer Department, which has come to be one of the most important things to me. The thought of that was unbearable - as was the prospect of spending another year in a course that I had come to find irrelevant, pretentious and frustrating. So I filled in a truckload of paperwork and got my letter of acceptance shortly before I left.I've decided to run for a second term as Curtin Queer Officer, with Rhiahnon as my co-officer. Unfortunately, that nasty little parasite Karl wasn't at all happy with that, and so - ever the thorn in my side, he ran against me for the position.Even though Rhiahnon and I had the upperhand in the situation (nominating together and being the party favoured by the collective and old Guild Council), I was so terrified that they'd choose Karl over us - it would have been a death-warrant for the Department. I was so nervous, at one point I was close to tears - thank god Rhiahnon was there to slap some sense into me.:) But we won the elections in the end - and there was a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs for all. (Except Karl.)As of about three days before I left Shane (rome_o) and I got the positions of NUS State Queer Officers. This was decided at a meeting at the Court to which three people had the decency to turn upto. A remarkably easy election process: We were the only candidates! Hurrah for power by default!There was the endless amounts of beaurocracy involved in trying to apply for an adult passport (250 effing dollars that stupid thing cost me...)and booking a flight that got me to England before Christmas and didn't have fifteen stop-offs, getting all my stuff moved into my new home and of course, attempting to avoid getting caught up in my father's wedding plans.Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Dad's engaged. To a woman seven years my senior. Kinda old news by now - but I haven't had a chance to properly bitch about it.Pip's as happy as Larry, buried under an ever-increasing pile of bridal magazines, floral arrangements and marzipan. Dad has more or less been shanghai-ed into this whole arrangement and is standing on the sidelines looking rather dazed and confused amid the hideous bridesmaids dresses. They got engaged in early November and the date for the big, horrendous day has been set for February tenth.I shall be dragging Shane with me. I dislike the idea of witnessing such a revolting display of overly glorified monogamy - especially when one party is my own twice-divorced father and the other an accountant young enough to be my sister. Therefore my partner in the fight against sobriety and I shall see to it that the free booze is not wasted - and that This most awesome song is played at the reception. (Zomg! The videoclip to that is so cute! ^_^)Naturally - I also plan to upstage the bride....(shouldn't be too hard..);)All of this in the space of less than two months made for a very busy, stressed out Kitty. And now that I've had time to chill out and be a lazy bum - I'm just about ready to dive back into the fray. I'm getting itchy fingers - things to do, people to see, meetings to organise at the last minute and liqour to drink. The perpetual calm of my quaint little English country town is starting to get to me...But for now, my little sister has all four series of [SCRUBS]. *happy Kitty*Return to Oz scheduled for February second. I expect a full entourage of adoring fans with placards, flowers and jelly snakes at the airport. :D
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Posted 12/15/2008 12:01:37 PM
Less than four weeks away from home and already I'm feeling the lack of gayness...:(After weeks and weeks of drama, panic-attacks and worry of the last two months, the sudden halt and calm of my time in England is really quite jarring. I've moved out of home, gotten a second job, worked every shift I could get my grubby paws on, changed uni courses, booked my flight, applied for a new passport, worried myself sick over reviews and re-election to the Queer Department and run around like a headless chook - having less than two weeks to find a lodger to take my place while I was away to save me paying six weeks worth of rent upfront (I did actually find someone, but she bailed on me the night before I left....thanks..).The weeks leading up to my final review were really quite frightening - I faced the possibility of failing my wanky studio unit a second time and thus being kicked out of my course and having to give up my position in the Queer Department, which has come to be one of the most important things to me. The thought of that was unbearable - as was the prospect of spending another year in a course that I had come to find irrelevant, pretentious and frustrating. So I filled in a truckload of paperwork and got my letter of acceptance shortly before I left.I've decided to run for a second term as Curtin Queer Officer, with Rhiahnon as my co-officer. Unfortunately, that nasty little parasite Karl wasn't at all happy with that, and so - ever the thorn in my side, he ran against me for the position.Even though Rhiahnon and I had the upperhand in the situation (nominating together and being the party favoured by the collective and old Guild Council), I was so terrified that they'd choose Karl over us - it would have been a death-warrant for the Department. I was so nervous, at one point I was close to tears - thank god Rhiahnon was there to slap some sense into me.:) But we won the elections in the end - and there was a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs for all. (Except Karl.)As of about three days before I left Shane (rome_o) and I got the positions of NUS State Queer Officers. This was decided at a meeting at the Court to which three people had the decency to turn upto. A remarkably easy election process: We were the only candidates! Hurrah for power by default!There was the endless amounts of beaurocracy involved in trying to apply for an adult passport (250 effing dollars that stupid thing cost me...)and booking a flight that got me to England before Christmas and didn't have fifteen stop-offs, getting all my stuff moved into my new home and of course, attempting to avoid getting caught up in my father's wedding plans.Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Dad's engaged. To a woman seven years my senior. Kinda old news by now - but I haven't had a chance to properly bitch about it.Pip's as happy as Larry, buried under an ever-increasing pile of bridal magazines, floral arrangements and marzipan. Dad has more or less been shanghai-ed into this whole arrangement and is standing on the sidelines looking rather dazed and confused amid the hideous bridesmaids dresses. They got engaged in early November and the date for the big, horrendous day has been set for February tenth.I shall be dragging Shane with me. I dislike the idea of witnessing such a revolting display of overly glorified monogamy - especially when one party is my own twice-divorced father and the other an accountant young enough to be my sister. Therefore my partner in the fight against sobriety and I shall see to it that the free booze is not wasted - and that This most awesome song is played at the reception. (Zomg! The videoclip to that is so cute! ^_^)Naturally - I also plan to upstage the bride....(shouldn't be too hard..);)All of this in the space of less than two months made for a very busy, stressed out Kitty. And now that I've had time to chill out and be a lazy bum - I'm just about ready to dive back into the fray. I'm getting itchy fingers - things to do, people to see, meetings to organise at the last minute and liqour to drink. The perpetual calm of my quaint little English country town is starting to get to me...But for now, my little sister has all four series of [SCRUBS]. *happy Kitty*Return to Oz scheduled for February second. I expect a full entourage of adoring fans with placards, flowers and jelly snakes at the airport. :D
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Posted 12/10/2008 8:27:17 AM
Less than four weeks away from home and already I'm feeling the lack of gayness...:(After weeks and weeks of drama, panic-attacks and worry of the last two months, the sudden halt and calm of my time in England is really quite jarring. I've moved out of home, gotten a second job, worked every shift I could get my grubby paws on, changed uni courses, booked my flight, applied for a new passport, worried myself sick over reviews and re-election to the Queer Department and run around like a headless chook - having less than two weeks to find a lodger to take my place while I was away to save me paying six weeks worth of rent upfront (I did actually find someone, but she bailed on me the night before I left....thanks..).The weeks leading up to my final review were really quite frightening - I faced the possibility of failing my wanky studio unit a second time and thus being kicked out of my course and having to give up my position in the Queer Department, which has come to be one of the most important things to me. The thought of that was unbearable - as was the prospect of spending another year in a course that I had come to find irrelevant, pretentious and frustrating. So I filled in a truckload of paperwork and got my letter of acceptance shortly before I left.I've decided to run for a second term as Curtin Queer Officer, with Rhiahnon as my co-officer. Unfortunately, that nasty little parasite Karl wasn't at all happy with that, and so - ever the thorn in my side, he ran against me for the position.Even though Rhiahnon and I had the upperhand in the situation (nominating together and being the party favoured by the collective and old Guild Council), I was so terrified that they'd choose Karl over us - it would have been a death-warrant for the Department. I was so nervous, at one point I was close to tears - thank god Rhiahnon was there to slap some sense into me.:) But we won the elections in the end - and there was a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs for all. (Except Karl.)As of about three days before I left Shane (rome_o) and I got the positions of NUS State Queer Officers. This was decided at a meeting at the Court to which three people had the decency to turn upto. A remarkably easy election process: We were the only candidates! Hurrah for power by default!There was the endless amounts of beaurocracy involved in trying to apply for an adult passport (250 effing dollars that stupid thing cost me...)and booking a flight that got me to England before Christmas and didn't have fifteen stop-offs, getting all my stuff moved into my new home and of course, attempting to avoid getting caught up in my father's wedding plans.Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. Dad's engaged. To a woman seven years my senior. Kinda old news by now - but I haven't had a chance to properly bitch about it.Pip's as happy as Larry, buried under an ever-increasing pile of bridal magazines, floral arrangements and marzipan. Dad has more or less been shanghai-ed into this whole arrangement and is standing on the sidelines looking rather dazed and confused amid the hideous bridesmaids dresses. They got engaged in early November and the date for the big, horrendous day has been set for February tenth.I shall be dragging Shane with me. I dislike the idea of witnessing such a revolting display of overly glorified monogamy - especially when one party is my own twice-divorced father and the other an accountant young enough to be my sister. Therefore my partner in the fight against sobriety and I shall see to it that the free booze is not wasted - and that This most awesome song is played at the reception. (Zomg! The videoclip to that is so cute! ^_^)Naturally - I also plan to upstage the bride....(shouldn't be too hard..);)All of this in the space of less than two months made for a very busy, stressed out Kitty. And now that I've had time to chill out and be a lazy bum - I'm just about ready to dive back into the fray. I'm getting itchy fingers - things to do, people to see, meetings to organise at the last minute and liqour to drink. The perpetual calm of my quaint little English country town is starting to get to me...But for now, my little sister has all four series of [SCRUBS]. *happy Kitty*Return to Oz scheduled for February second. I expect a full entourage of adoring fans with placards, flowers and jelly snakes at the airport. :D
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