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Jane Eyre vs. The Mighty Boosh by Maestro
Summary: Vince Noiyre, a young governess, takes a position at Thornfield Hall under the watchful eye of Howard Moonchester. But what are those noises coming from the attic? Why does everyone think Vince is a girl? And how old is Naboo?
There is no way this fic will not be hilarious. I haven't read it yet, but still. Lulz.
Also, I started working on my Old Gregg wig today, but I ended up burning the shizznit out of my fingers with the hot glue gun. My pinky has a giant welt and I'm typing with the pointer finger of my right hand and the first three fingers of my left. It's slow going. Oww.
Anyway, I'm using part of an old pair of greenish tights for the scalp-y part and a cheap green inflatable pool rafty thing from Walmart as the seaweed. Unfortunately, once you unfold and start to cut up the raft, it becomes kind of see-through and flourescent, so apparently I'm going to have to paint it as well. Meh.
Oww my fingers. Dearest flist, never ever hot glue something that is ATOP YOUR HEAD, especially without carefully watching your progress in a mirror. Owwwwww.
Summary: Vince Noiyre, a young governess, takes a position at Thornfield Hall under the watchful eye of Howard Moonchester. But what are those noises coming from the attic? Why does everyone think Vince is a girl? And how old is Naboo?
There is no way this fic will not be hilarious. I haven't read it yet, but still. Lulz.
Also, I started working on my Old Gregg wig today, but I ended up burning the shizznit out of my fingers with the hot glue gun. My pinky has a giant welt and I'm typing with the pointer finger of my right hand and the first three fingers of my left. It's slow going. Oww.
Anyway, I'm using part of an old pair of greenish tights for the scalp-y part and a cheap green inflatable pool rafty thing from Walmart as the seaweed. Unfortunately, once you unfold and start to cut up the raft, it becomes kind of see-through and flourescent, so apparently I'm going to have to paint it as well. Meh.
Oww my fingers. Dearest flist, never ever hot glue something that is ATOP YOUR HEAD, especially without carefully watching your progress in a mirror. Owwwwww.
