bibliodragon

Having been looking through my old personal entries, I realise I really, really need to do a 'where I am now' post. Watch this space.

Poor Livejournal, getting the short end of the "many different task to juggle" stick, and yes I know that is one mangled metaphor. Sadly I am too stuffed with trifle to be able to pick at new Who beyond "yay new titles sequence!" and so can't say much more than Happy Christmas Everybody!

So Happy Christmas Everybody.

(And Livejournal, no I am not switching to the new friends page, stop asking.)

Finally they've decided to burn this thing off. Though I still think that kid is too pretty.

...and how I'm fighting with myself not to try NaNoWriMo. Yes, yes, I know you want to start writing again, but you're shattered enough as it is without trying to force 1667 words a day. College needs to come first, and if you really want to write do some fanfic.

...

Oh you shut up now, I see. Stupid brain, I do want to try writing fanfic again!

But that means I still have other pressing problems to consider. Tonight, do I watch 4 smegheads in space or Alan Sugar yelling at teenagers? TV scheduling is very inconsiderate!

No I will not switch to the new friends page, screw you, stop telling me to!

It is the perfect time to listen again to the best Bond theme EVER!

Seeing actual, honest to God positive response to new Red Dwarf on the net is the darnedest thing.

It is quite good, though.

Not a horrible joke.

What? WHAT?

My initial reaction is one if horror, even if Raymond Briggs has approved and that Guardian article assures that the downbeat, emotionally damaging ending will remain.



At least stills indicate it will still have the same style as the old one, even though it really needs to be seein in motion to be able to judge if it's as good or not.

Though I don't know who they can expect to compete with the REAL Snowman sequel.

Oh my God, yes.



I love Barcelona so much. Way back during the 92 Barcelona Olympics, this was on all the goddamn time, and I first fell in love with Freddie Mercury. I was 9, and he was dead a year. (Montserrat Caballé is pretty badass too, of course, but sadly it was harder to find out about opera singers when you only had pre-internet British media for knowledge.)

The orchestra really does lift it. To Itunes!