sheldrake

I feel as though I've been driving around LJ, randomly dropping comments on people and then driving off again. Only not driving, because I still can't drive properly, even though I've been learning for sixty million years. So, basically getting the bus around LJ, dropping comments on people, and then waiting at the bus-stop for 15 to 20 minutes for the next bus, getting on and trying not to sit next to a weirdo doing furtive things and talking to himself.

So yeah, I do that, but then I don't post in my own journal so people can come along and randomly drop comments on me. So that's what I'm doing. Only I haven't got anything to say. But maybe you'll talk to me anyway, because you like me? Come on, humour me, willya?

I watched an episode of Star Trek today. It was very gripping, although counselling for victims of sexual assault on the Enterprise leaves something to be desired, I feel. But Kirk discovered lots about himself, so that's ok. And there was a very funny dog thing with antennae.

And if that's not enough, here are some incredibly bad pictures I took with my phone at work!




This is my proper TARDIS.






This is my other TARDIS - it's disguised as a Tidifarmer recycling bin.






This womble isn't really a womble at all - it's a mole.






These knights protect me from evil.






Weapons of power. Notice how someone (not me) has had time to carefully inscribe 'toe' in a matching typeface under the 'tic tac' logo.






This kitten controls everything, like Big Brother. His scary face stares down at us all from giant screens. Occasionally he makes motivational speeches.