Smell it, Mr Wallace. Feel its velvety skin!

Ah, Wallace & Gromit is frigging fantastic! If you haven't seen it yet, go, go! Preferably when there are no children around. They just spoil it. It's too good for them. Besides the whole thing being a lovely homage to Ealing and Hammer, it's got some wonderful refs (favourites: King Kong and An American Werewolf in London) and some fab double entendre dirty jokes (anything with a giant marrow at a village fete is going to pull at the English Farcical Funny Strings, but there's a great bit with a rooftop greenhouse that's really just a huge sex metaphor. Plus the bunnies in question are pretty much as adorable as plasticine can get. And plasticine can get pretty cute, let me tell ya.

Also - I think my boss might be stalking me. I bumped into her twice today, and she doesn't even live in my town.

In scribbley news, Eppie 9 (now re-titled No Rest For The Wicked) is finished, bar me tweaking the odd bit and finding out the name of a minor character I'm re-using. So! On to 10, working title: Sea Change.

And me & hubs are probably going to buy a website makey programme since he wants to make a site for his films and some day I'll have to take the keys to my site off Mr Wonderweb since I can't pay him for his marvellous work. Hubs has taught a class of website design so he'll be able to teach me (in theory - I'm a nightmare pupil when my tutor is a family member!) So that should be a, fun and b, another feather to my bow.

Picture is further proof of The Big V's sexual tastes... who said I'm just making this shit up? :D