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Rambling. Pity. Bring your own whine

Edited @ 11am on 14/11 because it was annoying me

Today was not sucky day by any means but I still came home and indulged in comfort viewing for various reasons.

I think it was this: I went shopping today, and everywhere was playing Christmassy music. In Woolworths I heard an APPALLING version of "Fairytale of New York" which substituted all of Shane McGowan's shambling slurring and Kirsty McColl's bitterlemon charm for some nondescript tootley fake-shamrock Celtic bollocks and they bowdlerised the lyric. Bastards.

[this isn't actually the point of the story but I thought I'd share a little outrage *g*]

Anyway, I'm wandering round Woolworths (looking for one of those "you'll put someone's eye out with that" evil gas-powered stapleguns, as it happens) listening to bloody Slade singing bloody Merry Christmas Everybody for about the squillionth bloody time ALREADY and I started thinking God, I only have to buy three presents this year. Only three.

Oh, it got ugly inside my brain for a time there, but I went to the pub and presently all was in equilibrium again.

Could be worse I suppose. I could be my mum or my dad. Has to be worse for them. But I'm not good at making friends, I really do have hardly any family left and I'm the comparatively late, only child of late children. Sometimes, I don't like the look of the future much.

So, I indulged in comfort viewing, viz:

(1) The first of the 10 season 2 tapes of Farscape. Liked the opener because it had twistiness. And Lord it looked great. Tomorrow we have The Way We Weren't.

Also, C is right: Ben Browder is king of the snarky delivery. Some people just have that glorious whiplash delivery and he's one of them.

(2) Blood of the Vikings on BBC2. Because I are one. *g*

This is supposedly some blend of archaeology and genetics and history (with a snatch of historiography and the presenter talking down to us about those naughty naughty men with metal detectors *rolls eyes*)

Some of the findings they present as mind-blowing are banal. For example, the revelation that the modern day ascendants of the inhabitants of the Danelaw have Scandinavian genetic markers. Hmmm. Not something I wouldn't have guessed. *g*

One thing they said last week was cool though. There's a condition called Dupuytren's Contracture in which the tendons of the hand are genetically predisposed to shortening, increasingly so with age. It's a marker of far northern European/Scandinavian ancestry. My mother has it, and I do too -- can't straighten my little finger on both hands -- but my dad doesn't, which would indicate that the Scandinavian ancestry is on her side too.

(which of course it is anyway, she's the great-great-granddaughter of Solomina Codd-Hagen, formerly of Bergen, as well as coming from near York, (formerly Jorvik and an area that was part of the Danelaw.)

(3) Mucho Star Trek of various kinds. Wasn't really paying much attention, since it was Voyager and early TNG, not the glorious DS9.

(I sometimes wonder if I like DS9 more than the others because it's the only one with enough murkiness. In the others, there's little possibility that the crew could be wrong because they're Starfleet and the representatives of All That Is Good About Civilisation, whereas DS9, they're peacekeepers with good intentions but their agenda is not always the right one.

I like the scripts and acting in DS9 although Avery Brooks' delivery got very mannered later on with his. Strange. Habit. Of Stopping. Sentencesandthen. suddenlyrunningitall. Together.

Voyager had an element of it at the start with the whole Maquis thing but I think that maybe by the time they got to ST:Voy, writers were Trekked out)

Oh aye, and the trouble with tonight's TNG was that it was first season when we were supposed to think that the Ferengi were fearsome opponents. Which is rather like being scared of the Belgians.

"Oh no, the Belgians are coming!"

See. Doesn't work, does it. *g*

Finally we have the grand numero cuatro...

(4) XF: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose.

I can never watch this often enough. Superb script, wonderful acting, genius moments of absurdity, beautiful end.

Go on about XF being shite now if you really, really must, but I'd stick the Five Perfect Seasons of XF against Five Perfect Seasons of any TV show on earth*

[*this only works with the Five Perfect Seasons theory. Which should also be applied to Buffy to get rid of all the episodes in which they didn't know what the bloody hell to do with Riley. Some serious losing of way going on in parts of those]

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Apparently in the US you can now buy a Michel Foucault action figure (œ15, at all good philosophy stores!)

Apparently it doesn't have many action features, it's not poseable and doesn't have an Action Man-style eagle eye, but if you pull a string in the back it will put the question of 'does what' in a privileged and primary place *snerk*

* * *

Oh, and the office quiz? We sucked. Fourth. However, the team that won included the wife of the man who was reading the questions. He was given the questions the night before. Hmmm.

Please construct your own conspiracy theory. Marks will be given for byzantine oddness *g*



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Nov. 14th, 2001 06:02 am (UTC)
Michel Foucault action figure
You're making that up.


*awkward pat on the shoulder* Poor K. It will get better. Promise.


I think "The Way We Weren't" is my favorite *Farscape* episode so far.
Nov. 14th, 2001 08:22 am (UTC)
A Foucault action figure. Wow. What every good little post-modernist wants to find under the Christmas tree. Now with Roland Barthes Ken figure!

When I arrived here, I'd read of Foucault, but never literally *heard* of him. Thus when my Authorship supervisor was giving us reading suggestions at the start of the course last year, I wrote down what I heard and then wondered for a week or so why I couldn't find a book by Michelle Fuko (I figured, y'know, some trendy young Japanese female critic...) anywhere in the library catalogue, before the penny dropped with a resounding "Duh".

OdeK. This is what I dislike about Christmas. There are plenty of things I like about it, but I dislike the whole nexus of unpleasant personal issues that tends to form around it, like flies around a fresh cow-pat.

The trouble with DS9 was that there wasn't enough male eye-candy. Kira and Dax were very lovely to look at, but even Avery Brooks didn't do it for me (too dad-like). And they always pushed Julian Bashir as the sex-symbol of the show and I really didn't see it. He was smarmy.
Nov. 14th, 2001 09:14 am (UTC)
It's okay to whine.

(1) The first of the 10 season 2 tapes of Farscape. Liked the opener because it had twistiness. And Lord it looked great. Tomorrow we have The Way We Weren't.

Also, C is right: Ben Browder is king of the snarky delivery. Some people just have that glorious whiplash delivery and he's one of them.

I wish I were the one who said that but I'm not sure I did. Maybe Mely? Lani Tupu (as Pilot) is also fabulously snarky, possibly better than Browder, but he gets to do it less often.

You will love "TWWW". It is the most emotionally-powerful single episode of the show, and certainly showcases CB's ability, as well as giving us all sorts of fun backstory to play with for Pilot, Aeryn, and Crais. And comfort!John is always lovely.

That said, the final 4 episodes of Season 2 will put you through the wringer. "Die Me, Dichotomy" is almost too painful to watch. In "Liars Guns and Money" they managed to avoid the flaws inherent in the "Look at the Princess" trilogy, and pull off an epic tale of love and loss and sacrifice and redemption, with explosions, and with something for everyone to do. Brilliant, and it was apparently all filmed at the same time, which must have given the actors migraines. "What have I done?"

I cannot fathom what it must have been like to wait for months for Season 3 to start. Which makes me very worried about this year's finale, although there won't be that long a break this year, since the finale is pushed back to March/April and the new season starts in June.
Nov. 14th, 2001 04:56 pm (UTC)
Dyslexic Scandinavians untie!
My uncle Bill has just had his hands operated on for the tendon-shortening thing. And here I thought that part of the family was all Celt. But as we're Cornish, we've probably been raided and raped by a Viking or three.

I have to buy a number of presents, but that's just because I've substituted friends for family members. And strangely, I find, this has really always been the case. My friends are just present-giver kinds, I guess, and don't tend to distinguish between family (present-worthy) and friends (card-worthy). And a lot of them are only children or somewhat estranged from their own families or whatnot, so we sort of oddly cling to each other and make our own groupiness. Actually, I have exactly one immediate family member now. My mother. Holidays are VERY depressing at home.

Because of the evil brother situation, I skip most family holidays and celebrate them with my friends. This really gets you away from all the boring people you dislike and lets you actually enjoy and celebrate at holidays without baggage and awfulness.

However, I never really had that problem, anyway. Sure, there were the few boring people. The odd pain in the neck, but in the olden days, before the brother cracked up, the dad died, the grandparents died and whatnot, family holidays were actually to be looked forward to. I am one of those oddballs that actually rather likes many of my family members who are an odd lot of secular humanist intellectual freaks who have actually read more than I have. Other than an insanely high pomposity level (which can be fun when you watch the POMPOUS!Smackdown action and take bets on winners) we generally had a pretty fabulous time playing games, doing the annual puzzle of immense complexity and eating far too much.

But everybody's old, dead or crazy now, so no more of that.
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