Looks like it's going to be mad packing at midnight as I know I'm in for two insanely long days.
My friend (we'll call her Number Six as everyone else was far too busy and commited to drop everything on a whim - such hardy, dedicated souls) and I are busy vetting t-shirts with a great deal of anxiety and alarm in case we accidentally cause offence. In fact, I've asked a US chum for serious advice on the matter.
It's kinda silly but it's also a really sad state of affairs. The US used to be about truth, justice, freedom of speech, freedom of faith, human rights, of brotherly love. Okay, so they never lived up to these ideals most of the time, but they at least had ideals, and great many did try to live up to them, with varying degrees of sucess.
Now they're like some Springer case blaming his bad behaviour on distant and abusive parentage (Europe) without taking any responsibility and lashing out at anyone the slightest bit different, turning on their own, as well outsiders, like one big Springer chair fight.
I mean, there are parts of the US that are still so cool (Seattle, San Francisco, national parks, Krispy Kremes), but it's getting darker and scarier and I don't think they've hit bottom yet and I wouldn't mind so much if it was just them but I fear they'll drag the rest of us down with them, chained together as we are.
Come on, where is the silly, fluffy, funny US that gave us Jay and Silent Bob? The X Files? Buffy? Twin Peaks? Gone, baby, gone, I suspect. Sad.
It's like having a good friend go bad on you. You really, really want to help, but they just don't want to listen. They're handling it, okay? Next thing you know, you get a call from the cops...
Ah well. I've done it now. I'll never be let through, never mind my Monkey t-shirt.
In other worlds, I squeaked home yesterday, running out in a 5 minute lull between emails, to catch a bit of Doctor Who. Aside from some seriously campy aliens, this episode didn't feature bad fx, it had no fx, as several fx and backgrounds and stuff that obviously was supposed to have been added to scenes just wasn't, so we had a lot of actual blue screen going on. Tsk. We suspect early 70s industrial rife (up the workers, and you poor bastards, you won't know what hit you ten years on). Never mind, it added to the giggle factor. That and one guy's uber 70s hair. Yikes!
Saw a bit of Relic Hunter as I ran about on errands, odd jobs and stuff. The usual: Nigel is made to look a prat, thoroughly unconvincing locations, bad actors, though this week we were graced by Manimal himself, or that bloke from Casualty, take your pick. I really don't get how old trucks are meant to evoke "Asia" when hundreds of lunatics on tiny little high pitched motorbikes would be more accurate. Ah well, repeating to myself it's just a cheap show...
After that I just flipped through a book on pre-raphaelite art which had slid off the bookcase (when I walked into it because I get clumsy and stupid when I'm tired). Pretty pictures, all LOTRy.