December 12th, 2002


living on the ceiling

It's all blue skies, smoke and sunshine again, but I'm having one of those days, you know, the bus never shows, nor the next one, the lift doesn't work and everyone has decided now that they don't like the CMS at all, any of it, so it's back to the drawing board again and me buried in textbooks I don't understand all Xmas. Never mind having to organise Xmas and keep working on my own page, to be henceworth known as My Precious for all its lifesucking joyless soulsucking ways.

All I wanted to do over Xmas was wind down a bit and write some fic. That was all I wanted. Too much to ask, apparently. I've been waiting over six years now for some quiet time. Stand back, she's gonna blow.

Still, big hugs to the pal who posted me that Xmas card yesterday. A much needed laugh indeed. Hmmm...I see a bottle of Tia Maria and more Kelly & Scotty in my future, because I did enjoy my brief foray last night after Dark Angel (mmm, Alec...) Too much coffee during the day led to an impromtu midnight cult tv festival as I was too jittery to sleep. My fault entirely. Really jittery, too, as in bouncing on the bed chasing after cockroaches on the ceiling jittery. They were real roaches at least, and not imaginary ones J.

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    as good as it gets

    D was right, this morning was as bad as it got. We're working on the cms now - I'm loathe to call much of it improvements or refinements. The navigation system issue is, we believe, sorted and now they're just nagging over my minimalist design again. I call it streamlined, spacious and sobre. They want dancing elephants. Bright hot pink dancing elephants. Sigh.

    I realise I've not remarked on the finale of Smallville, most probably because rather than settling down to enjoy it, it was merely viewed in between working on something or other and therefore it lacked the resonance it might have had, should I have watched it in a less harried frame of mind. Kansas, tornado (insert Wizard of Oz reference here). Whits left for the marines, after a touching farewell to Clark (keep the homefires burning). There was also a lovely bow tie tying scene betwixt Clark and Lex. Ah, so romantic. If Lex spends any more time over in the Kent's barn he should start keeping jammies and a toothbrush there. Only Lex is in everyone's black books again because his father is making an example of him again, at everyone's expense (doncha just love power crazed arseholes like that, and issues much?) and Lex finally found the keys for Clark's Kryptonian baby buggy. Vrooom! Clark ditches the lovely Chloe to save the worthless Lana, sigh. Clark, Clark, Clark, we need to have a talk and everyone's basically running about in the storm in the old whose contacts will be renewed next year cliffhanger. That was pretty much it but I liked the keeping Clark's secret and character driven subplots rather than the green rock powered mutant of the week plot they're so fond of. Looks like they've picked up a couple of Roswell writers and/or scripts, and that can't be a bad thing, I hope. Haven't checked the spoilers. I can wait.

    Farscape I did not see much of due to My Precious, but I have the dvd so it was an acceptable loss, in theory anyway.

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