I'm 20 - Hurrah!, or something like it. I'm now officially older than Rose was in Series 1 of Doctor Who, and I haven't even saved the world once yet. Wikipedia tells me that...

• Twenty is the age of majority in Japanese tradition. Someone who is exactly twenty years old is described as hatachi.
• Twenty is the atomic number of calcium
• Age 20 is the age at which Levites in the time of King David were allowed "to do the work for the service of the house of the Lord", the Temple in Jerusalem.
• The Twenty Year Curse refers to the pattern of presidents of the United States who were elected to office in 1840, 1860, 1880, 1900, 1920, 1940, and 1960 to die in office. This pattern ended with the 1980 presidency of Reagan, who survived his time in office and, notably, an attempted assassination.
• In the 1974 sci-fi film Dark Star, Exponential Thermostellar Bomb number 20 threatens to detonate in the Dark Star's bomb bay
• A 20-minute-long program of advertisements and trailers shown before some films playing in American movie theaters is called "The Twenty" (spelled "The 20wenty"). Ironic, as it seems to take far longer than that.
  
• Cigarettes are usually packaged with 20 in each pack.
• "T" is the 20th letter in the alphabet.
• Twenty, a village in Lincolnshire
  

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Twin Peaks: Series 1 (materque pater)
We've watched the first episode, and it's - well. I've always known it was creepy, but it is going to take some serious effort on my part to get through the entire series - possibly waiting to watch it during the summer, when it doesn't get dark at 2 in the afternoon. And the dwarf hasn't even shown up yet. It looks like the David Lynch phase will have to be a very short one, because my tolerance for threatening television is low. Still, I am going to persevere because it is so very good - well directed, a wonderful atmosphere of menace, wonderful use of mundane/"dead" spaces, and I'm already fond of the characters. Coming from a "small place" myself, I loved the depiction of how the discovery of a body ripples through the community. I also like the way the crazy unfolds slowly over the course of the 90 minute pilot. Oh, also - one of the main music cues is almost identical to Garth Merenghi's Darkplace: Romford, twinned with Twin Peaks.

"I Lick My Cheese" and other notes from the Frontline of Flat Sharing (soror meis)
I wonder why my sister thought this would be appropriate? I myself am a serial note-writer, and brought post it notes specifically for the purpose. The highlight of our kitchen at the moment reads "Where Now For Man Raised By Puffins?"

"Querelle" and "Victim" (Avus meis)
I picked up my two most-want to see movies, courtesy of cash from my grandpa. Can't wait to watch them. I picked them up from a cute independant bookshop too, which made me feel like a happy liberal.

Number 3 (aviaque alterus avus meis)
My grandparents sent cash and instructions - and I got something I'd been ogling for some time. If a cardigan was a frock coat. Half purple spiderweb, half stagecoach greatcoat, half woolly wings. Three halves because it's a fairly big item of clothing. I'm in love.

Socks, underwear, more socks (avunculusque amita)
Just as I was running out! Means I can delay doing the washing for another few weeks at the very least.

Donations to the Emily fund (alterus avunculusque altera amita)
Yet to be spent, but I'm eyeing up an Oscar Wilde tour of London.

It's late and I want to go home, so everyone else gets generic squeeing:

Pete Atkin Songbook vol 1 (amica Calypso)
Music of Big Finish: Sylvester McCoy (amicus Jeremiah, signed no less :D)
food! (amicus Ajax)

The one I've doubtless forgotten, and will be offended that I forgot. Parce, mea culpa.

Sorry about the Latin - I figure using more casual Latin will improve my knowledge quickly. So you'll have to just keep up.

The powers that be are sitting in session over my future as we speak. Cross your fingers.

Finally, the bullshit of the week award goes to this website:

Very, very bad baby name site

1. Should you be encouraging anyone to name their child "Galaxy", whether male or female?

2. The fact you could name the pitiable puella a variant such as Galaxia or Galaxie does not make it any better. Neither does persuading the deluded parent to nickname them "Gala"

3. "Galaxy is either a spaced-out airhead or a future astronomer." Actually, I think you'll find it's neither. I think you'll find it's a GRAVITATIONALLY BOUND SYSTEM OF STARS, STELLAR REMNANTS, GAS, DUST AND DARK MATTER.

4. Is Galaxy really from Latin? I think you'll find it's Greek, adopted into later Latin. And it doesn't mean "universe": technically speaking it means Milky Way.

I'm tempted to believe the website does have it's tongue in the right place - they have a list of "preppy and socialite names", "musical names" - including the deligtful Jazzmyne, Ballad and (what else?) Music - names for Harry Potter fans, Trekkies, and Hippies. But I'm rather terrified that someone might take it seriously...

I know I get pretty scornful about lots of popular female institutions, but sincerely daft baby names irritate me more than any other. It's up to you if you want to wear ludicrous little pointy heels for every occasion; get paranoid if you don't wear makeup every waking second, even for a quick dash to the shops; or spend so much on your wedding that you miss the point of the marriage, and are still paying it back by the time you get a divorce - and it's up to me to snigger at you for being a sucker. Different strokes for different folks.

But it's seriously unfair to inflict pretentious names on innocent little designer babies. At least when I declare I'll be naming my sprogs Sierra Leone and Vespasian, I know I'm mostly joking.

Have a scroll through this List of Lists and tell me your favourite parricide-inducing baby name.

(and to be fair, Vespasian was one of the cooler Roman emperors, and you could abbreviate it to Ian without anyone batting an eye...)