It was obscenely early (About 9.15am in normal-people time) and I had to haul myself out of my pit where I had been having a pleasingly weird dream about the film Brazil.
Nina answered the door -- Tina was at the doctors getting the last of her innoculations for their trip. Africa is a bugger in terms of needles in your arm -- and they soon did the traditional Bonding Ritual Of All Northerners In Southern Wimpy Tosser Country, by talking about the areas of Leeds they knew. Then they moved onto travelling and Nina found out that he'd been in south-east Asia for a couple of years, travelling in Cambodia, Vietnam, Australia and so on and working mostly round Hong Kong. She asked him what his favourite part was.
"The money," he said.
So, it wasn't seeing Angkor Watt then.
I have to work tonight. It's not my weekday job, it's working on the Obs, which I am doing for the money every Saturday this month.
I am number two on the night production desk, which will entail masses of hassle and being shouted at by the editor, then being shouted at by the deputy editor, who is Scrappy Doo incarnate. I don't want to do it. I hate it. I'll be there until 1.30am. But there are big bills to be paid and it's a good gig.
Yesterday my dad told me to 'forget about the money and get a life for Christ's sake'.
I'm thinking that's not good. I'm thinking he's right. I wish I were braver about these things.
I read a review of the piss-poor British version of Survivor in Uncut yesterday that got it just right on why Survivor failed here and Big Brother succeeded and it was the opposite way round in the US:
"Survivor was doomed because ... [gratuitous insult omitted] we're NOT AMERICANS: its success over in the States was entirely fitting for a nation whose frontier spirit can only find real succour in watching systems analysts build makeshift huts out of animal dung ad garotte squirrels from a safe distance (somewhere between Tom Hanks and Ted Nugent lies the soul of the US version).
"Over here the reason our reality shows work (Big Brother/Popstars) is because they rely on our best national characteristics - flirtiness, spite and getting absolutely shitfaced at every spare opportunity."
There you go: Most web journallers find wisdom and deep meaning in poetry. I find it in snarky reviews of shite videos of even shiter TV shows. *g*
So, I heard about all the XF spoilers. And after very brief pondering I find I am in agreement with C: A resounding what-the-hell-ever.
I can't even get up the energy to burn CC in effigy. *g*
I still love the idea of it. I still maintain that in those first seven years you'll find some of the best episodic TV ever made. But the passionate engagement with the TV show is gone; with all TV shows really, as there's nothing that takes its place, even though I think Buffy, West Wing, Cold Feet and so on are fantastic.
That's a very good thing.
Still love the fic though.