random ramblings
Jan. 17th, 2006 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaMy office this morning is a tropical 34 degrees, which would be nice if I was on the beach in a bikini, but isn't so comfortable for working. I've asked them to turn it down a bit, which inevitably means that over the next hour or two the temperature will plumet by about 20 degrees and we'll end up sitting here in coats and scarves shivering. Would be nice if they could fix it!
Kids behaved themselves pretty well on the bus to and from club last night, which is always good. And in between minibus trips - while they were actually in club - I enjoyed a cuppa at my mum's house and was made a fuss of by my Calico cat.
Calico will be 17 later this year, and is definitely becoming increasingly odd with age. She has always been the cat of very little brain, but the brainlessness is increasing exponentially with age, it seems. At the moment, she is very unsettled because she can't find a new Spot that she is happy with. And Cali has to have a Spot to fix herself to, where she can sleep all day every day; trouble is that she likes to change Spots on a fairly regular basis, and there is nothing quite so pathetic as a Calico who can't find a Spot she is happy with. When I'm there, she tends to revert to the ground state Spot of my lap, which makes it hard to me to stand up, or do anything in fact. And because I can't sit with her on my lap all day every day when I'm visiting, if I'm not sitting holding her, she wanders around acting distressed because she doesn't know where to sit, trying out all kinds of ridiculous Spots for size and ultimately settling on none of them. She's driving my mum mad at the moment, so hopefully she'll find a Spot she's happy with soon!
I am officially in love with the Beeb's new drama, Life on Mars, and would like to say a huge thanks to Sue for writing up a precis of the first episode last week, to give me the flavour, and to Janet for sending me a copy of it just in time for me to watch episodes one and two as a double-bill last night. Fantastic!
I loved everything about the show, starting with the off-wall concept and working on up. The 70s detail was brilliant - clothes, hair, wallpaper, attitude, the overuse of the word 'sir'. I loved the way Sam kept smacking himself in the head, and the way everyone else reacted to his frequent freak-outs. I loved the creepiness of his dream where the test-card girl and her clown stepped out of the TV to talk to him, and the way 1973 interviews were conducted either in the canteen or the Lost and Found room. Gasped with shock when Sam was hit by the car, even though I was expecting it - really well done. Laughed out loud many times in sheer delight, especially at the Pros-ish moments. Thoroughly enjoyed Philip Glenister's DCI (he seems to have bulked up a fair bit since I last saw him in anything), and took a shine to young WPC Annie and her matter-of-fact-ness.
Is Sam really in a coma and dreaming the whole thing (if so, it's one heck of a detailed dream)? Is he in fact a 1973 copper gone mad? Or has he actually travelled in time...? So far, the show itself seems to be leaning toward the coma theory, but with just enough of a twist to make both us and Sam doubt, no way to be absolutely sure.
All in all, it's great fun, and I shall be glued to my TV every Monday night at 9 to see how the series pans out (failing repeat burglaries, of course).
Kids behaved themselves pretty well on the bus to and from club last night, which is always good. And in between minibus trips - while they were actually in club - I enjoyed a cuppa at my mum's house and was made a fuss of by my Calico cat.
Calico will be 17 later this year, and is definitely becoming increasingly odd with age. She has always been the cat of very little brain, but the brainlessness is increasing exponentially with age, it seems. At the moment, she is very unsettled because she can't find a new Spot that she is happy with. And Cali has to have a Spot to fix herself to, where she can sleep all day every day; trouble is that she likes to change Spots on a fairly regular basis, and there is nothing quite so pathetic as a Calico who can't find a Spot she is happy with. When I'm there, she tends to revert to the ground state Spot of my lap, which makes it hard to me to stand up, or do anything in fact. And because I can't sit with her on my lap all day every day when I'm visiting, if I'm not sitting holding her, she wanders around acting distressed because she doesn't know where to sit, trying out all kinds of ridiculous Spots for size and ultimately settling on none of them. She's driving my mum mad at the moment, so hopefully she'll find a Spot she's happy with soon!
I am officially in love with the Beeb's new drama, Life on Mars, and would like to say a huge thanks to Sue for writing up a precis of the first episode last week, to give me the flavour, and to Janet for sending me a copy of it just in time for me to watch episodes one and two as a double-bill last night. Fantastic!
I loved everything about the show, starting with the off-wall concept and working on up. The 70s detail was brilliant - clothes, hair, wallpaper, attitude, the overuse of the word 'sir'. I loved the way Sam kept smacking himself in the head, and the way everyone else reacted to his frequent freak-outs. I loved the creepiness of his dream where the test-card girl and her clown stepped out of the TV to talk to him, and the way 1973 interviews were conducted either in the canteen or the Lost and Found room. Gasped with shock when Sam was hit by the car, even though I was expecting it - really well done. Laughed out loud many times in sheer delight, especially at the Pros-ish moments. Thoroughly enjoyed Philip Glenister's DCI (he seems to have bulked up a fair bit since I last saw him in anything), and took a shine to young WPC Annie and her matter-of-fact-ness.
Is Sam really in a coma and dreaming the whole thing (if so, it's one heck of a detailed dream)? Is he in fact a 1973 copper gone mad? Or has he actually travelled in time...? So far, the show itself seems to be leaning toward the coma theory, but with just enough of a twist to make both us and Sam doubt, no way to be absolutely sure.
All in all, it's great fun, and I shall be glued to my TV every Monday night at 9 to see how the series pans out (failing repeat burglaries, of course).
