"I have been but little in," said Ninian hastily...

I've always loved Connie Britton, and FNL was an excellent show. They both deserve better than to be used as a punchline by a empty suit like Romney. Good for Britton and Aubrey for taking their own work back.

I'm restarting my exercise program, so I went off for a quick power walk to start off the day (yes, yes, don't all start giggling at once). Nice morning, brisk and chilly; I think the crocuses that came up all got frostbite, but the robins and cardinals are all still convinced that spring is already here, and the forsythia outside my window is bravely plugging away.

Apart from getting horribly ill Friday night (something I ate) and thus losing Saturday to recovery, I have to say this has been a nice weekend. Mostly because I had such a nice Sunday. :-) Let me introduce a new character to our narrative, who for the moment we will call The Finn. The Finn and I met on OKC about a month ago and have been emailing back and forth. We've been on three dates now and, I have to say, I think she is something pretty special. Some people you meet and the "click" comes instantly; it's almost audible. Other people, I am coming to find, there's no sudden click, just a gradual sense dawning over one of "Hmmm, this person is pretty special, and we seem, mysteriously, to get on very well. How interesting; let's see where this goes." I am really looking forward to seeing how things go with the Finn. We spent Sunday having coffee, walking, and then sharing lunch. And talking, a great deal. It was an exceptionally nice day. Among other things, we spotted a coot. :-)

In other news, I managed to procrastinate my way out of doing my taxes yesterday by going to the Newseum with Da Grrlz. So I'll need to do it tonight instead, as I have to have those numbers for several other bits of paperwork.

I've finished a couple of books and an audio course; I'll write them up later.

I ran across a UK series that I really quite like. Of course, since I like it, it only lasted one season. Called Monday, Monday, it included some actors of the small screen that I'm quite fond of (like Fay Ripley, Neil Stuke, and Holly Aird, who reminds my of one of my sisters) and one gem of the British screen who I think every guy of my age in Britain has a certain thing for, Jenny Agutter. :-) It's about a small (given the size of the head office) supermarket chain; right at the end of it (spoiler alert),
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And on that rather morbid note, off to work.

I broke down and bought some of the Ken Stott Rebus series. I still say that John Hannah is the definitive John Rebus. But I like Ken Stott as an actor, and I love the really comprehenisve shooting that they do in and around Edinburgh. I watched several of them in the last couple of days, and I recognised all sorts of places, large and small (from St Giles and the Castle to the Malt Shovel in Cockburn Street and the Jinglin' Geordie in Fleshmarket Close). I even recognised a couple of places I've not actually been yet, only planned to--a short cut away from the Edinburgh action in "The Naming of the Dead" moves the story to East Lothian and shots of Bass Rock and North Berwick Law (waves to Rho).

I really can't wait to see Auld Reekie again. :-)

redactrice always used to make fun of my mock Welsh accent because she said it was just like my mock Indian accent. *I* could always tell the difference!

But I was watching 'Ashes to Ashes' the other night, and an Indian shopkeer describing some masked robbers says "they weren’t Welsh". How could he tell they weren't Welsh?", he's asked. Because "Welsh people sound like they’re from Calcutta," he says.

Yes! Vindication! :-)

I find that Dan Carlson is a guy whose opinions about drama I quite often agree with.

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...of the first two discs of a series that Netflix delivered today, of course it was the first one that had the unplayable disc.

...and of course the DVR had erased the ep of another series that I had half-watched over breakfast and then, virtuously, paused so as to not be later for work than I was already, thinking I could finish it tonight.

...and of course, when playing with the cat, one of us knocked over the tupperware still filled with the vinegary water that the sauerkraut had been in (and why is it that they always sell sauerkraut in *much* larger quantities than any one person would ever want to eat? I *want* some, I like it, I just don't want a metric ton...)

*sigh* And so to bed...

When Chris and Mel were staying here, I introduced them to Slings and Arrows (which my fab neighbours Christy and Kevin had given me). C&M started watching it, and I saw the first ep with them, but they were home during the day, so they watched the whole series through and the only other eps I saw were some of the King Lear ones at the end. So I'm watching it again to pick up the eps I missed with them. And it's simply marvelous, as it is every time. ( Read more... )

Have I Got News For You webisodes

Not the real thing, but a taster for those of us who don't get BBC broadcasts.

Of course, since it would be cruel to actually show us how funny and entertaining they are, instead, they've hoicked together the various off-cuts and ruibbish jokes and stuck an end and a beginning on them.

But they're still pretty amusing. Anything with Tom Baker making fun of himself is bound to be amusing. :-)

This is a lot of toy soldiers!

Incidentally, I was watching an episode of The Sandbaggers (a late 1970s drama from Yorkshire Television about British spies) last night. The British spies are tracking one of their own guys who is visiting a psychiatrist without telling anyone, a psychiatrist who turns out to be a former citizen of an East Bloc country who has a string of other British senior civil servants and military officers visiting his establishment. "Well, it turns out his problem is that he likes playing with toy soldiers," one of the spies says, disgustedly. "What, as in war-gaming?" asks one of the others, "That's what these other chaps do--they all play war-games!" Apparently the clever Hungarian is recruiting 'moles' in the British security hierarchy by running a wargames club! :-)

azbound picked these from my interests list to explain. ( Read more... )