This weekend has been a bit of a trainwreck - everything has gone wrong. Every tube I've taken has been late, then delayed. The post office was shut. No bookshop in England has the book I need for my course. Five cash machines were broken - although this could have been a Sign: it did prevent me getting ripped off for some trash I probably didn't need.
Still, there has been some fun. Me and Calypso attended this: http://www.reclaimthenight.org/. A little pointless, but still quite fun. My umbrella has finally bit the dust, and I have converted it into an adorable rainbow-coloured rain poncho.
I got around to Doctor Who. A rather hysterical review is up on Malcassairo. As an impassive intellectual, I'm very pleased: a suitable, satisfying turn of events, couldn't have hoped for better - but as an audience and member and fan, I'm pretty upset. I'm torn between my reaction to a fascinating text and challenging addition to the Doctor Who mythos, and a deep, personal sense of bereavement. It's a bit like experiencing a messy breakup - the honeymoon phase is over, and it's all spilled over into a huge public argument. It probably thinks I've been cheating on it with Blake's 7. I haven't - but what was I supposed to do, with it running off for a year, and never calling or writing. I'm now in two minds about tuning in at Christmas, because I'm not sure I can afford to let fictional fiction do that to me: it's simply loopy. Maybe give the show up altogether. I don't know. I think I'm going to be addicted to Tom Baker episodes for quite some time, however - now that? That is how a Timelord handles himself with decorum.
Ugh. I bet the Virgin New Adventures are cackling into their moral ambiguity. Ugh.
(PS: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/nov/21/michael-moorcock-doctor-who-author)
I got around to Doctor Who. A rather hysterical review is up on Malcassairo. As an impassive intellectual, I'm very pleased: a suitable, satisfying turn of events, couldn't have hoped for better - but as an audience and member and fan, I'm pretty upset. I'm torn between my reaction to a fascinating text and challenging addition to the Doctor Who mythos, and a deep, personal sense of bereavement. It's a bit like experiencing a messy breakup - the honeymoon phase is over, and it's all spilled over into a huge public argument. It probably thinks I've been cheating on it with Blake's 7. I haven't - but what was I supposed to do, with it running off for a year, and never calling or writing. I'm now in two minds about tuning in at Christmas, because I'm not sure I can afford to let fictional fiction do that to me: it's simply loopy. Maybe give the show up altogether. I don't know. I think I'm going to be addicted to Tom Baker episodes for quite some time, however - now that? That is how a Timelord handles himself with decorum.
Ugh. I bet the Virgin New Adventures are cackling into their moral ambiguity. Ugh.
(PS: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/nov/21/michael-moorcock-doctor-who-author)
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Was it just me or did the base on Mars come under sustained attack from a full orchestra? Someone packs a suitcase FANFARE! etc. Enjoyed the moral dilemma and the time-warp correction too...