I have some plastic moulds for making my own Easter Eggs, which is fun and extremely messy (there is no 'but' in that sentence). Oh, and I learnt something about eggs and bunnies, from Bill Oddie. People used to think that hares laid eggs, apparently, because of a bird that lays its eggs in hollows in fields. The hares use the hollows to hide in, lying flat against the ground. When someone is coming their way, they pop up - as if by magic - and when the person looks at where they were, there's some eggs. I don't know if that's exactly where the Easter Bunny comes from, but it's not quite as random a connection as you might think.

I found a 14-year-old Bryan Adams (yeah, yeah) gig T-shirt the other day, packed away in a box with the blanket my Great Aunt knitted me to keep me warm at college, and other assorted bits and pieces. It says, in foot-high yellow digits, "69", and underneath, smaller, "JUST DO IT". Referring, of course, to the song, Summer of '69 (riiiiight). I love it dearly, but I wasn't brave enough to wear it in public when I was sixteen, and it turns out I'm still not brave enough now.

I was thinking the other day, whilst watching The Return pts 1 and 2 because I've now bought season 3 of Atlantis and no I haven't watched all of season 1 or bought season 2 yet and yes I'm pathetic, that Torri Higginson is rather RDA's type. I wondered whether that had anything to do with the chemistry between the two characters, or whether it was just the situations they were in (particularly in The Real World - and is it wrong that I find Evil Jack terribly sexy?). And I was thinking about something I read, that he thought that Jack had partners on and off throughout the series, and thinking that would make an interesting series of ficlets, and that Elizabeth could be one of them. Except that just after they met he was frozen in stasis, and then when he was revived she went off to a different galaxy, and my personal canon is that he's with Sam after Threads or thereabouts. But still. And also it should involve his poker nights with the local sheriff, Andy.

Speaking of things that are keeping me amused, A bought himself a Wii this weekend, finally (he's been talking about it for ages). The invisible tennis is the most fun as a spectator sport - watching A rather than the screen. I feel that the geekishness of my life has risen a few points. Oh, and you can design yourself a Mii, which wanders about the place and does... stuff, I'm not clear on that part. Anyhow, I made one - tall and tanned, with messy grey hair, a crooked smile, black eyes and dark glasses. He's called Angus, and he waves his tiny little arms and legs furiously when you pick him up. A wasn't fooled for a second – I might just as well have called him Jack and been done with it. It's lucky we're so tolerant of one another's foibles. :)  

(And yes, I'm thinking of making the whole team, if A lets me.)