K. (infinitemonkeys) wrote,
K.
infinitemonkeys

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uh-huh, oh-yeah

It's weird, but I only update when I am either approaching content (or, occasionally, hitting meltdown)

Apologies to anyone who might have IMed me earlier in the week; it was lovely to talk to you -- always is -- but I just didn't have anything to say. Brain was empty of good things.

I always feel obliged to try to be amusing on IM. Very tiring. And not just for me, I imagine.

Today -- content. A big old "up yours" to the current work colleagues on this desk, who take unfriendly ignorance to new depths, but since I am leaving at the end of the month for my old job, I say 'hah". Once I am done with the waving two fingers and the "up yours", that is.

Weird moment in conference last week: They told the editor Roger (who I like a lot) that I was leaving, and he said "but she's good, why's she leaving?"

Er, cos I was going to be made redundant. Whereas the ignorant tossers, who go for four-hour liquid lunches, can't be sacked because "we don't make *people* redundant, we make *roles* redundant".

[insert obscene epithet of your own choice here]

* * *

Had a moderately shite week; my dad had a relapse on Sunday and was taken to hospital all sirens screaming, but he's okay now. Well, better anyway.

He still can't walk properly from nearly breaking his back on the hearth when he fell over but he's back to taking the piss out of me and not talking to me on the phone if the football is on. He refuses to acknowledge either how ill he was or that he might not ever be back to normal (which is a distinctly relative term in his case, but we'll gloss over that).

This time, it's my mum who's changed. She would appear to have turned into a valkyrie, menacing various doctors in her spare time and giving out sarcastic abuse to NHS staff who won't help. Go ma!

She told me: "Your dad got the results of the scan today, and it is clear. There's nothing wrong that time won't heal"
Me: "And who told you that"
Her: "Your father"
Me: "And you believe him?"
Her: (pause) "I'll ring the consultant"

People don't forget how to drive a car if there is nothing wrong with them.

With the possible exception of London minicab drivers.

* * *

Buffy was on last night and amazingly Sky did not cut the zipwhoosh!shag scene. I was somewhat amazed by how explicit it was and I look forward to seeing how the hell BBC2 will cut it for showing on early evening TV. It will be the first ever half-hour Buffy ep, I suspect. (No commercials on the Beeb, see.)

I liked it well enough but not much happened. I think I just enjoy Buffy without the focus that leads to obsession. I tape it, but if I forget I don't end up feeling all forlorn, sending out pleas for someone, anyone, to fill the gap (although I might have if I'd missed the musical ep, because I *really* did want to see that). I just like it.

I like Angel too. mostly. Except for Darla. Die please, Darla.

I am also gloriously spoiled for Buffy having found an egroup which sends spoilers right to my inbox. Hurrah! I know what's coming and I think the end-run of the season could be very, very good. Particularly the wedding ep *g* [/tease]

I was going to comment on the "Farscape" discussion on Sab's LJ, but that thread has gone wild; it's feral like Talyn and I'm askeered of it. Run wild, little thread! Run free!

Nah not really.*g* Can't be arsed to cope with comment word-limit and so shall return to it, books and the unbearable shiteness of being in this journal later. After I've bought a grout pen and after lunch.

mmmmmm. lunch [/Homer Simpson]
Tags: tv:buffy, whining
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