O 'earties me 'earties.

I sound me barbaric YARRRR! o'er the fo'c'sles of the world.



Or: tiresome day was tiresome, critique_club has had its rules expanded and some crit guidelines added (so please do have a look and tell me what you think), Dark Passion Play and Anette Olzon make me all happylike (plus, I can has instrumentals disc!), and my new box of blank CDs somehow scanned at half price.

In which some things are posted, and silliness returns to This Land.

One does not simply walk into Seven's studios. The desk of gibberish is guarded by more than just Anna Coren. There are lawyers there who never sleep, and Peter Meakin is ever watchful.



In other news, today's exciting discovery was a shop that stocks plush dinosaurs.

If, at this moment, you're asking the question I think you are - and look at the entry tag if you're not sure - then yes, Tyrannosaurus Plush's is an evil laugh.