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Snotty and spoiled

Tonight, for one night only!

On my telly!

In front of which I will be sitting with fruit and beer!

The Buffy musical! Ta-daaaaaah!

[On Valentine's Day. Watching TV with beer. Saddovision. Tragic]

Gah. I have been waiting so damned long to watch this that it cannot possibly live up to my expectations. It's going to be like Milagro all over again (but not as annoying.)

The waiting sometimes (heh) gets to me because one of the things I love most about the whole LJ/ internet melange is the way that in discussing these lovely trivial trinkets of life people speak passionately about bigger things. Only you can't spectate if you avoid spoilers.

I'm mostly happy to be spoiled about Buffy (don't care enough about Angel to look for spoilers, spoiling just *happens* with WW because I like reading TheWestThing) and today I went to seek out spoilers for the Xander/Anya wedding ep.

All I can say (for fear of a good and deserved smacking from the spoiler-avoidant) is that if it plays out the way I hope it may, it's going to be *fantastic*.

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[Public service announcement] Could the US Post Office please deliver things a bit faster? I have some thoughts about the Farscape finales on which I wish to pontificate and dribble on at length -- particularly the last ep, which is weird and Restlessish, and I am tired of waiting. Thank you. [/PSA]

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I got my name in UK Press Gazette this week for the second time in my life. Always nice to have independent confirmation of one's existence. They even spelled it correctly, which is a bloody first. This means it is official and I am going back to my old job. Huzzah etc.

I went to the pub with (former colleagues) Tim, Jamie and the lovely Nick on Friday and I spent the whole time thinking "but they're so *nice* It'll be so nice to work with them again." Granted, I had had a couple of pints, but they are nice. *g*

Six weeks to go. One week til I get paid. Tick-tock.

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I am reading crap again. The brief spurt of reading proper things is over and I am back to Olshaker and Douglas books and a big compendium of essays on cases where forensic evidence was crucial -- the one by Ludovic Kennedy on the Birmingham Six and Maguire Seven helps one understand why the IRA problem was so intractable in the 1980s, as well as being a shaming indictment of the British judicial system. I just like reading about crime. Got a Ressler study too. I am a sucker.

After this, though, I have that new study of the Cathars, A Perfect Heresy, because you can never have too much mediaeval French theology in your life. *g*

Actually, it's one of those popular studies that seem to be so popular these days -- a little scholarly language but not too much lest we scare off the middle-brows. "Longitude" seemed to spark something off and now they're everywhere. I've read "Cod" about, duh, the fish (but was narked by it -- also you should never eat cod, it's the hoover of the sea. I was told this by my gran, the daughter of generations of fishermen), and stuff about the sense of smell, and 'The Hinge Factor" and "The Language of Genes" and others.

I think they're mainly read by people who feel slightly at a loss with the world, miss the certainties and simple goals of college and want to feel less stupid. Which would be me.


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Feb. 14th, 2002 08:58 am (UTC)
Only you can't spectate if you avoid spoilers.

See, and this is why America is the Promised Land. *ducks for cover from all the shoes being hurled my way*

The USPS (Lance Armstrong notwithstanding) has been very very slow the last little while. No tapes arrived last night, but I hope today or tomorrow. There certainly can't be more than a few days' delivery difference between Florida & California, can there? The only thing that makes this bearing is that every waking minute that I'm not working on, like, work-type stuff, I'm thinking or working on Written on a Thumbnail. Which is ... just damned cool. It's great to be so swept into something.

Yay for good soon-to-be-coworkers again.

The stuff you're reading doesn't sound like crap, it sounds cool. I'm not into true crime but I like well-written non-fiction. That said, Longitude was insufficiently dense for me. Still haven't read Galileo's Daughter or Cod. I got most of the way through Guns, Germs, and Steel before I didn't need to read it anymore, as it got a little repetitive. I want to read The Botany of Desire since I heard the author interviewed on NPR and it sounds way cool.

You can now insert my standing recommendations for the non-fiction of John McPhee, Joe Simpson, Jon Krakauer, Sally Tisdale, Annie Dillard, Terry Tempest Williams, and Marc Reisner.
Feb. 14th, 2002 09:10 am (UTC)
Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute!

The Buffy musical is on tonight? HERE? As in, on proper telly (Sky, I suppose), not just on some special video someone's sent you from the States?

I MUST KNOW. Because if it is then I have to phone home pronto and threaten my brother with all kinds of horrible things if he doesn't video it for me.
Feb. 14th, 2002 09:46 am (UTC)
Caz, call your brother. Also, remind him that it's five minutes longer than usual because they're showing the uncut version
Feb. 14th, 2002 09:51 am (UTC)
Is it only five minutes over? Here I think it ran an additional ten-fifteen minutes (eight minutes longer of actual footage, with more commercials).
Feb. 14th, 2002 10:10 am (UTC)
We have fewer commercials over here. I think that explains it. I hope that explains it.
Feb. 14th, 2002 11:10 am (UTC)
He has been *told*, and told that it runs long. Oooh, he'd just better remember, and not tape over it before I go home.

Now I'm going for a "St Valentine can kiss my lily-white arse" curry with some other people who are hopeless at relationships. Har de har har. Because really, where's *less* likely to be full of moony couples than a Cambridge curry house?
Feb. 14th, 2002 10:04 am (UTC)
Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute!

Clearly the transAtlantic idiomatic contamination (witness the use of "bollocks", "ming", "whinging" etc in the YV/LJ community) works both ways. I'm trying to imagine hearing Caz's sweet Cambridge-educated voice drawling out "just a cotton-pickin' minute!".

Feb. 14th, 2002 11:26 am (UTC)
God, but that amuses me to no end.

I'm trying to think of other Americanisms to spoil our Cazling with. It's about as glorious as hearing K. do her version of a flat Midwestern accent saying "Sucks ass."
Feb. 14th, 2002 04:46 pm (UTC)
I use quite a lot already. A combo of bad influences from you guys, and the effects of spending nine weeks with slangy Yankee kids and staff at camp.

I say "Bite me" a lot, as does Nicki after her sojourn Stateside.

I tend to think/write these things more often than I say them. But yes, when I do say them, it is funny, even to my ears. Ah, delicious incongruity....

Feb. 14th, 2002 10:38 am (UTC)
Yes, call James and make him tape it. But I would make him tape 10 minutes extra, because you never know. The end is worth seeing.
Feb. 14th, 2002 10:12 am (UTC)
I predict that it will live up to your expectations, and that you will be completely charmed and delighted. *g*

Feb. 14th, 2002 10:51 am (UTC)
Congrats on finally getting the musical. You WILL enjoy it.

And arrrggg to mobile phone songs -- they are the bane of my existence in SoCal. Some songs were just NOT meant to be digitalized.

However, nothing kills me like English mobile ads -- the stupid "Future is Orange" one, the one with the woman on the beach with the horses that makes no sense, the one with the HORRIBLE, earsplitting playing of "Auld Lang Syne" as a ringtone and, most importantly, the one with the stupid woman singing in the tube and the people throwing money at her. "The space between, oh hoooooo..."

Seriously, is half the English economy based on mobile phone ads or what?

Feb. 14th, 2002 11:08 am (UTC)
Half our entire *society* is based on mobile phones. Seriously. I think the ads just reflect it.

But come on, you don't like the horses and the ice one? I like that ad :). It makes me want to believe that text messaging really is a way to reach out and touch somebody...at the North pole...umm...okay, but it still looks pretty. ;)
Feb. 14th, 2002 11:10 am (UTC)
Ooooh. Baiting of the spoiler-pure across the globe. Meanie. ;)

I went out of my way to look for Angel spoilers as a diversionary tactic since I pretty much stopped giving a toss about the show, only to find out there aren't many decent Angel spoilers out there. I can't be bad even when I try. Sort of like tarting yourself up for a night-out and having nobody hit on you. Story of my life.

Buffy musical is absolutely scrumptious. However high your expectations, they are not high enough, I tell you. Enjoy!
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