Dad and I have been watching season 2 of Supernatural - we just finished watching Simon Said, and this is what dad had to say:

Dad: Why do they keep focusing on Dean and Jo? They will never be a couple.

I love my dad.

On deeper discussion it seems that dad think Dean views Jo as a little sister, and them together in the romantic sense would be wrong. However, dad does like Jo, think she's cute and interesting, but a love interest she ain't.

I have been up since 4am this morning; my insomnia has kicked into overdrive. Did work, read a copious amount of SPN fics, and avoided spoilers like the plague. On other news - I have dad fully addicted to Supernatural. After watching series 1, dad had many words of wisdom.

On the subject of Dean: "I like him. A very good older brother and he's handsome without looking like a girl, like that pasty actor in that film with people in suits and sun-glasses." [Dad has disliked Keanu Reeves ever since he saw The Matrix, he thinks Neo is the biggest Girl to have ever walked this Earth. This is despite liking the guy for years because of Speed. Also, dad is the oldest of four children so he was going to like Dean on principle alone - Dean made dad laugh, which pretty nailed it for Dad].

On the subject of Sam: "What a smart young man, not just academic-smart but very dangerous-smart." [Dad's a bit mixed up about Sam, he's all for Sam going off on his own, because that's what young guys do, but the whole not contacting the family, dad was not too impressed by that].

Oh, and dad's reaction to the ending of season1 was hilarious:

Dad [as the three Winchester drives away]: "That's a nice ending."
Dad [2-mins later, the scene that left the fandom screaming]: "What? That was the worst ending ever!"
Dad [an hour later]: "You have season 2, right?"

In addition, while watching/listening to MythBusters (I was focusing more on the email that I was typing than actually watching the show):

Voice-over: "And the team test .... Winchester."
Me: "Where?! ... Oh."

Me dork.

I LOVE MY PARENTS. I'm terrified of losing them.

I may possibly be really drunk.

I go download SPN now.

I love my parents and I’d do anything for them but…..

You see, I’m completely useless in the mornings nowadays without the aid of at least one coffee. Today (Saturday) I had to wake up at 6:30AM to get to work (bitchbitchbitch). Anyways I stumbled my way to the kitchen and attempted to make coffee. I say attempted because there was a minor incident with the power plug, water and the fucking sugar jar. Let’s just say there was much whispered swearing and frustrated tears. So, after a Herculean effort I managed to make my coffee, and as I’m about to take my first sip of all that is WONDERFUL and GOOD with this world, dad stumbles into the kitchen. There is a minor stall as the two of us stare at each other like two brain dead zombies contemplating whether the other had enough brain left to cannibalise on, and then….

Dad: Let me have your coffee of all that is WONDERFUL and GOOD. (well, ok there are some embellishment of my own, but it is damn close enough).
naanima: *SNARLS* (I kid you not, it was my first reaction).
Dad: *Blinks* What a horrible daughter you are, after all my years of hard work, all my gray hair, just to make a good living for you. How can you not even let your poor father even have a cup of your coffee? *Expression of woe.*
naanima: NO! GET YOUR OWN!
Dad: *Looks upset* I’m going to complain to your mother about your lack of love and gratitude for your father.
naanima: *Drinks ALL the coffee in one gulp*

*LATER*
Mum: I heard about the coffee-thing from your dad.
naanima: *shifty eyed*.
Mum: *smiles* Good work. Don’t ever be a man’s slave, they can get their own damn coffee.
naanima: *In AWE of mother*.

The moral of the story is that coffee is before family, and that my mum is the coolest ever.

Hmm. I think my parents have forgotten about me. That's very disturbing on a certain level.

londobell, we are going to see Kill Bill tomorrow, right? I wanna see.

I'm pathetic. I did 500 words for my 3000 (it took two hours) words essay, caught up to my Abnormal psych reading, which I was very behind. And during all of this time I kept on thinking about gaming in all it's glorious forms.

So, with that logic in mind I cleaned my PS2 (it needed one. Honest) and eventually ended up playing cards with dad. See, it's father and daughter time, however, like everything we do we were screaming at each other for most of it (difference of opinion and overly stubborn on both of our sides ^^;;). After 2 and half hours of intense battling I WON!!!! MwahaBwaha. I win. I win. I win. And that's that.

I am the London Banker. Your loan application has been DENIED!!

Dad deleted a month worth of my stuff (web design, graphics etc.) by accident and for some reason our computer have decided not to put the deleted files in the recycle section.

So.

Was very annoyed. I know I promised people I was going to be reccing stuff, but I just don't have the energy tonight to go and find all the lost links. So you guys will just have to muddle for a bit.

Why don't you guys rec me some stuff? Pimp away.