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incandescens) wrote2008-05-11 01:51 am
incandescens) wrote2008-05-11 01:51 am
some muttering, partly at myself
Ow. My feet.
Not that I don't manage to do the same thing every year -- but you would think that I would remember that if one wears sandals for the first time in the year to walk round town for a few hours in, and if they are the heavy sandals from last year which have had a year to grow stiff in, and if one's feet have got soft over the winter, then one may get blisters.
. . . I think I may need new sandals. Something low-slung and sturdy and soft.
Doctor Who episode this evening left me with a resounding lack of reaction. The explanation for the whole "daughter" business was tolerable, but the episode itself -- well, let's say that some episodes are equally enjoyable by adults and children, while others are probably going to be enjoyed by children but will be less enjoyable for adults. The actors did well enough with their script, though Tennant chewed the scenery more than somewhat. I think part of what irritated me was the lack of time; 45 minutes is not enough for the sort of character development they wanted to showcase. And the end was obvious. Both of the endings. And there's no reason how she could have known how to fly the shuttle. And I was just saying "bah" too many times. And as for the Confidential afterwards, with the producer talking about how one couldn't really be a pacifist in the "real world" -- go stick your head in a pig, sir. I changed channel at that point. Not an episode I felt any great empathy towards.
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We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.
-- Alfred Hitchcock
Not that I don't manage to do the same thing every year -- but you would think that I would remember that if one wears sandals for the first time in the year to walk round town for a few hours in, and if they are the heavy sandals from last year which have had a year to grow stiff in, and if one's feet have got soft over the winter, then one may get blisters.
. . . I think I may need new sandals. Something low-slung and sturdy and soft.
Doctor Who episode this evening left me with a resounding lack of reaction. The explanation for the whole "daughter" business was tolerable, but the episode itself -- well, let's say that some episodes are equally enjoyable by adults and children, while others are probably going to be enjoyed by children but will be less enjoyable for adults. The actors did well enough with their script, though Tennant chewed the scenery more than somewhat. I think part of what irritated me was the lack of time; 45 minutes is not enough for the sort of character development they wanted to showcase. And the end was obvious. Both of the endings. And there's no reason how she could have known how to fly the shuttle. And I was just saying "bah" too many times. And as for the Confidential afterwards, with the producer talking about how one couldn't really be a pacifist in the "real world" -- go stick your head in a pig, sir. I changed channel at that point. Not an episode I felt any great empathy towards.
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We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.
-- Alfred Hitchcock