purplerabbits

Am feeling better today, so I shall be whining less for a bit, maybe. Yesterday was very productive at work, and I also got four boxes packed when I got home (rather than my usual two). My LPs, tapes and some more books are now packed, as well as the whole of Babylon 5 on video, which just fitted in one big box which I then found it hard to move. Also calar came round to return my copy of Fourth Mansions, which I'd been missing, and we watched an episode of Firefly and ate fairy cakes courtesy of sibelian.

Firefly is actually pretty good once you get past the Wild West conceit, but I can see why it didn't last long. The dialogue often shows the old Josh spark, and the plot is well put together, if a little predictable, but the music is driving me nuts. I'm certainly going to keep watching, though (assuming I can get Sci-fi by some means in the new flat...).

sibelian is working late tonight again, but I have food arriving, and maybe I'll do some housework, and I have the second episode of Firefly on video because I didn't want to watch two in a row, so I'm sure I can manage to entertain myself, and tomorrow ciphergoth arrives. Can you tell I'm not very good at being on my own yet?

A quote I must share from Television Without Pity's recap of Firefly. (a great site, but beware of Buffy spoilerage)

This girl is a 'Hollywood Geek' -- a pretty, pretty girl who is stuck into lumpy clothing, given an unflattering hairstyle, and denied make-up, all to try to convince us that she's not a pretty, pretty girl. Then, of course, she'll get all 'gussied up' for some reason or another and knock everybody's socks off. Everybody, that is, who isn't already aware that this is already a pretty, pretty girl.

Three loud cheers! When are we gonna get less than pretty geek girls on TV. Like, Willow was originally supposed to be fat, but that would have been Too Much for the Network. Blah.

Meanwhile, back in my brain, why do I always dream of floods when I'm under stress? I'm obviously under a lot of stress because last night was a major mega tsunami, and, stupidly, I was trying to climb up the tower of a church made of bamboo to get high enough to avoid it. Yeah, like that would work. These dreams are never nightmares, though. I mean, we didn't get to the bit where the wave crashes down and turns the church into so much kindling (well, damp kindling, anyway - driftwood, maybe). And I wasn't scared, and often I dream that I can fly/swim through the floods with no discomfort. But huh? Oh well, back to work I guess...