Devil horns and beard stroking

Yes, my parents have got so sick/irritated/worried by all the Derren Brown talk that I have been reduced to communicating with my brother about the show in Ruth's Sign Language. Let's get it out of the way - DB is a fiendish, deceitful, devilish man, but his show was as entertaining as ever. It has been very amusing to see how many tweeters actually think he did predict the lottery by using 'the wisdom of crowds' - getting 23 'random' (ie. gullible) people to 'free write' (?) numbers, which got sorted into predictions by Tyler (the American plant?), and later by Derren himself, which were then added up, divided by the number of people, into an averaged-out, 'collective prediction'. We never saw any of the volunteers' predictions, and though the whole hour long show tonight contained little examples of how fantastic DB is at influencing people, none of this had anything to do with influencing a lottery machine. It was an hour long case of misdirection. The little tale at the end of how he could have fixed the lottery (involving inside people at the BBC, hypnotising the guards - cue silly hypnotist face - and replacing some of the balls with specially made ones 20grams heavier) was amusing, especially the number of times he stressed how he had NOT done it that way :) How I wish he had. But no, it was most likely the split screen or the specially made, ridiculously expensive LED screen balls. Alternatively, for those who insist that he would not use flashy techno, a false wall hiding an assistant, or a truly awesome case of sleight-of-hand.
For all the deception, he is a fantastic entertainer, who really does get everyone talking. Top of the twitter trending topics for 15minutes or so after the show.
Woot, he's using some weird subliminal film to literally stick the viewing public to their sofas next week. That should be fun.

In other news . . . I went to the dentist today. Yey. No real problems, some cleaning scheduled for December, and apparently I still have a milk tooth left . . . which is strane. And a little worrying if I end up with a massive gap in my teeth in a few years time . . hmmm. Kings of Leon was playing at the dentist's, thought that was pretty cool. Oh, and what is with them getting two old singles back into the charts all of a sudden? They're not touring here at the moment as far as I know.
I failed to vlog as I mis-timed my whole day, and then ended up downstairs looking after the dog . . . I have new-found respect for the VEDS.
Trying to decide if I can really bothered watching all of 'Harper's Island', this silly murder-mystery slasher show BBC3 have imported from America, or whether I should just look up the ending on wikipedia. Decisions, decisions . . .
Watching the first ever episode of Family Guy at the moment. Paul collected all the box sets a while back, but we eventually lost interest. It's funny how different they all looked back then, and how much tamer it is. Brian is still strangely attractive. For a cartoon dog.