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Well, I share a birthday with Dennis Waterman, Edward James Olmos and Billy Zane, and I don't write or sing my own theme tunes, I'm not a captain of a Battlestar and I'm not bald, so no, probably not that many similarities. :D Also, Octavia Butler died on my 16th birthday, which kind of sucks.

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A film maker makes a documentary about a superhero. Kind of like Interview With A Vampire, but with 50% less vampires.

That's two sentences, sorry.

ALSO

1684 / 50000 words. 3% done!

(Oh, and, why didn't I know Grunny was going to be at London MCM Expo? I am the suck.)

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Hands down it's Re-Animator and then Bride of the Re-Animator. 1980s gross-out horror > slick polished modern horror.

Also, I'm watching the season two premiere of The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and shit guys, how much better is this than Heroes? Seriously. (Can anyone rec me some good icons/fics?)

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I amassed items for going on holiday. The essentials, such as: a wash bag, Fight Club, Saving Charlie (Heroes novel), non-hideous pyjamas. I also bought Heroes S2, eleven comics (the last issue of Omega: The Unknown - omgexcited), toiletries and biscuits. For my dogs.

It was a fairly regular day for me. It was horribly hot and I thought I might die while in the queue at HMV, but that's fairly common for me too.

One thing I noticed, especially in Forbidden Planet, was the amount of single dads around. I swear, you will never hear a married dad say these words to his daughter: 'What about shoes, are you okay for shoes?'. Also, geek kids are super cute. I hope I have one when I'm older.

Living so centrally, I often see weekend dads, taking their kids to the cinema and McDonalds and wherever else (because, personally, my father rarely took me out on the weekends before my parents broke up) and I'm often one of them. Although, at the moment, weekends seem to be out for dad (girlfriend stopping him, probably) and it's actually my brother's birthday tomorrow. Mum doesn't think I should get him a card, but I think it would suck to be ignored by an older sibling because your shared parent is a twat. He's going to one, and I still haven't met him yet. That's kind of weird.

I need to go back to revisions to my fic. I think about it all the time now, raking over lines that I'm not sure about; I'm sort of obsessed. heroes_bigboom might stretch the deadline to the 6th, which is great news. I've got enough of a draft to submit now, but I'm vain, and I want it to be perfect - or at least better than it is now - when it's given to an artist.

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I'd love to go back to the 50s/60s and see all the technical innovations that people actually got fired up about: the moon landings, computers, the internet. I want to go back to a time when science fiction authors thought that the future was going to be epic and amazing, not full of global warming and extinction. Everything's so... blah now, there seems to be very little that's new and thought-provoking, but then, these things come out of the blue, so I'm still hoping. I know that my English teacher wants to go back to Elizabethan times, I think he finds the idea of it romantic, but I'm far too techie for that.

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I guess I'm not really out of my youth yet, really, but the memory I'm thinking of was way back around 1993-94 when I was about three years old. First, a little background information. My dad is half French, and although he doesn't have an accent, he probably identifies more with that side of his family than his Northern roots. He loved France so much that a couple of years after I was born he left his a job at a law firm where he could have made partner, and we moved to Paris. For a number of reasons, this did not work, not least because Mum couldn't speak French and felt incredibly isolated while bringing up a small child.

After about a year, we moved back to England - but Dad didn't. Our two dogs had to put into quarantine for six months, and we moved into a house down the road from my grandparents. At first, Dad flew back every weekend to see us, but then... he didn't. I was such a daddy's girl back then, and not seeing him all week was horrible enough as it was, and when he did visit I just really worked up, and I remember, clear as day, saying goodbye to him one evening and saying to him: 'You're never going to come back'. He just laughed and said I'd see him next week.

In the end, he lost his job in France in jump-or-you'll-be-pushed type of situation, and we became a "happy family" again. Somehow, my parents managed to stay together for another ten years, but they weren't happy times and I'm so infinitely grateful that my parents eventually gave up trying to be together.

Needs moar emo, Y/N?