Smallville: or Ch9 presents an hour of ads occassionally interupted by these toilet breaks they call Smallville. Arrrrgh, it's like Farscape all over again. And the UK think they've got it bad with Ch4. Ha! and ha! again. That wasn't an episode, that was a trailer. It's all a fiendish plot to get me to buy the dvds, I know. And it works, worse luck. Never mind showing any major plot points, or gratifying Whitney bashing. Or Lex angst. Poopies. And was Clark upset over his house being trashed or the sudden discovery that Lex had byo'd his own bimbo to the party. Clark looked really burned, the dear boy. Awwwww. The sweet youth has yet to realise that Lex requires a beard, lest people ask why he spends all his time with a 15 year old boy. No, scratch that. Nobody who's seen Clark needs to ask why. No wonder JK is overly protective of his boy. He should just sit on the porch with a shotgun full of rock salt to disaude any potential suitors. And Daddy Dearest thought Whitney was the worst he had to worry about. I mean, Whitney, issues much? qv Whits gay bashing Clark in the pilot. Seriously. Mmmm...yummy tied up Clark in dvd quality.... (minor drool). Now I'm wondering who JK, in his days as a football jock, strung up in a field. Maybe they've already addressed that in the show. I dunno. I only get the Ch9 abridged version.
I've formatted a few Hornblower fics, resized all the images on my Pertwee page, typed up some more of my Smallville fic (wicked Lex) , deleted some email, placed a service call for the colour printer, made half a dozen pdfs, uploaded some files...now it's time to start the hard stuff - user proofing my database & software. I'm suddenly wondering what's going on, why the sudden productivity burn. Could it be that I got more than 2 hours sleep last night? Maybe, maybe.
I'm still mourning over my chained to my desk status. I need to get to Europe. I need scenery, I need history, I need people with new stories. I'm dreadful for long talks in my travels. It's all that public transport that does it - and I wouldn't have it any other way. In many ways the hour long chats I had with some old WWII vets up in the highlands while waiting for buses were the highlights of the tour. Such a rich living history - I really wish I'd taped them.
- In Florence, Michelangelo Has His Moment
- The Myth of Ganymede: Before and After Michelangelo
- The Rape of Ganymede