Apparently, Clive is a fainter.

That probably shouldn't have made me laugh quite as hard as it did.

Aw, Austin. Bless the actors! With the signing things! And, again, I am conscious of how totally risible the comparison is, but I am always torn between being being delighted and having huge runawayrunawayrunaway impulses when people come and say nice things after a show I've been in. And going out to see people afterwards tends to leave me blushy and full of flail. I've certainly said this before, but it's my only point of comparison in the whole Being Famous thing - I found the experience of being recognised by total strangers, while I was in a coffeeshop in Delhi, pretty much did my head in. Because - Delhi, for fuck's sakes! And here you are chatting to your friend thinking you're enjoying privacy and whatever, and then suddenly the people at the next table are all "...sorry, but weren't you in a play in Bangkok a few weeks ago? You were really good!" Which was thrilling and flattering, to be sure, but also freaked me the fuck out. And although I love the acting, and wish I could do more and get better, I would not want to be a celebrity. No siree.

And that's without anyone opening up a vein, or posting manipulated images online of me shagging my best friend. (Although I have had my boss basically slash me with said best friend, in assembly, to several hundred kids and colleagues. Which was startling.)

Mad props to all the professional actors who take this stuff in their stride.

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So, continuing my erratic rewatching - Mystery Spot continues to be made of pure, unbridled win. I skipped Maleus Misogynarum, or whatever, because, yeah, no - but Mystery Spot was a gem of funny and editing and timing and sheer OMGWTF heartbreak. Loved it.

What else? Oh, Harmony-is-a-vampire ep was quite good, but it made me do a fair bit of frowning at the screen and wishing that there were a few more characters of colour in random positive roles. Oh! And Dream a little dream of me was made of epic win! With Sam's saucy dream about Bela, and Dean's big showdown with himself. Love!

I have once again spent the afternoon alternating between going "Aaaww, Sammy!" and saying "Dean! Oh, Dean!" in the kind of high-pitched girlish squeel that would embarrass a gleeful dolphin.

shakes head

Apparently, I have no shame.

None of us have any idea what you're talking about Fay.

None.

Whatso.ever.

I don't have most of my LJ icons SPN themed either.

Nope.

Oh and if anyone says my phone alarm is Dean shouting to turn off the phone, they are a lying liar who lies.

Oh and if anyone says my phone alarm is Dean shouting to turn off the phone, they are a lying liar who lies.

!!!!

WANT! WANT! WANTWANTWANTWANT!!!!!

Fuck.

Okay, I am due for a new phone where I can give it proper sounds - this one is coming up on being four years old, and, and - OMG, WANT!!!

Oh, ninety percent of my icons are SPN. And I just got a new MP3 player and made a Brothers Winchester mix.

Not that I'm an obsessed fan who often watches Jensen in Blonde and Gilmore Girls just for Jared or anything.

Oh and if anyone says my phone alarm is Dean shouting to turn off the phone, they are a lying liar who lies.

Duuuuude.

So, if a person were to take this as the final straw that makes her go buy a new phone like she's been vaguely contemplating for a year or two, and were then able to load it up with awesome sounds (which would certainly include Doctor Who soundbites, and probably some BtVS and AtS), then how would such a hypothetical person hypothetically obtain the sound of Dean shouting at the phone?

how would such a hypothetical person hypothetically obtain the sound of Dean shouting at the phone?

Seriously. Inquiring minds want to know.

And what if that hypothetical person had a friend?