Ink Stains and Empty Teacups

Aresenal is playing Barcelona. This is a mistake.

I have just been informed by the oh-so-sage commetators that '(football) is a hard game to play without the ball'.

No shit.

Also, not one of the players on the pitch looks old enought to walk into a bar and legitimately order a beer.

(Haggis for tea. IDK.)

...Bloody Ewan McGregor.

Making me like Star Wars *grumble*. As if I didn't have enough geekery as it is, ohhhhh nooooooo, he had to go and make me investigate more!

Obi-Wan/ Padme, anyone?

*despairs*

There has been tears, laughter, and not an inconsiderable amount of confusion. I've missed a huge amount of it, but it was still splendid. And as of 12:30pm today, I have left Secondary Education.



Holy shit.

SWEET EVER-LOVING MOTHER OF MERCY.

My Dad has Facebook. Apparently he's had it for quite a while.

My father, the man who is so very technophobic I'm always amazed when he doesn't hiss at the computer and make the sign of the cross when it boots up HAS. FACEBOOK.

Never did I think I'd see the day when my father was more up-to-date with technology than I was.

I'm also not sure whether to be shocked or faintly embarrassed.