stuck in the middle

It's 8:25 am right now and it's miserably dark, damp, and freezing. I like it. Thinking of breaking out my Who scarf later tonight for class.

In other news, Sherlock series 2 now has an airdate! "A Scandal in Belgravia" airs in the UK on New Year's Day! *snoopy dance*

I had no idea that this was in the works. I hadn't even given a thought to Rurouni Kenshin in years save for the odd guilty one about this, but I have to admit I'm terribly excited over this film.

Eeeeeeeee! *flappy-hand chicken dance*

(The guy playing Sanosuke appropriately looks like he could cut you soon as look at you. I'd've cast the guy playing Jin-e as Saitou, though.)

Meanwhile:
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My Sherlock DVD finally arrived, thanks to my aunt who flew in from LA this morning:


The Philippine Bureau of Customs is one of the most idiotic and corruption-rife departments in the government. They once tried to extort charge me P10,000 in taxes for an iPod and the Criterion Collection Withnail & I DVD because "they were not declared as gifts" (which begged the question of who was supposed to declare them a gift anyway, my cousin Beverly or me? I was ready to scream "THEY'RE GIFTS!" right in the middle of the Customs office). Given the Great Book Tax Debacle of 2009, is it any wonder that sensible Filipinos avoid sending parcels by post as much as possible and instead choose to send home gifts and other packages through their expatriate relatives's balikbayan boxes?

I can't stop watching The Thick of It and In the Loop. All that profane yelling in thick Glaswegian accents, it's mesmerizing. And oddly hot.

And that's just Malcolm Tucker. Here's his assistant/second-in-command/feral rabid dog Jamie:

"You take the piss out of Jolson again and I will remove your iPod from its tiny nano-sheath and push it up your cock. Then I'll put some speakers up your arse and put it on to shuffle with my fucking fist. And every time I hear something that I don't like--which will be every time that something comes on--I will skip to the next track by crushing your balls."

That's a masterclass, right there.

WALTER
I speak the truth; my words are straight and true.
The man of Orient birth is not the issue.

DONALD
The Orient, Sir Walter?

WALTER
I speak, old friend, of truths in desert land.
The hour is nigh to draw line in the sand.

THE KNAVE
Deserts? I had made it plain that he was Orient-man.

WALTER
Though words in haste be only human nature,
‘Orient-man’ is not preferr’d nomenclature.

Read the entirety of the original (and download the PDF, if you want) HERE. [h/t FilmDrunk, via FARK]