An Update

'Twas my NY resolution this year to watch the entire series of The West Wing from the beginning. I've never seen it (how?) and thought it was about time.


Anyway, about a week ago I started to despair (maybe) that it was May (MAY!) and I had managed to watch a grand total of 0% of the show. Poor showing. Really.


But no more! Episode 1 has been watched and filed and episode 2 is ready for action. Probably in August.

You Know it's Over...

When you spend more of the episode cringing behind your hands in embarrassment than you do actually watching.

And that is all that I have to say about the fracking awful, badly written, badly thought out, inconsistent finale of this years' Glee.


I shall be spending 40 minutes a week doing something else from September.

Token Title Containing the Word "Dead"...

Okay, so I have important things to be doing. I have a child to raise, and I would quite like her to realise that there are eyes, and a nose, and other features on my face. It's not just a rectangular black ThinkPad lid on top of my shoulders. I have a life to lead, friends to see, a grandmother to organise, a crazy mother to keep at bay. I have a million billion things to organise, a hyperbole conference to attend, and I'm supposed to be working out how I can get my life back, also known as going back to work.


And yet, all I can really think about is the latest installment in the Southern Vampire series, the imaginatively titled Dead Reckoning. Well, not the actual book of course, it's mostly badly written tripe made interesting by the television adaptation. Not so bad that I might stop reading it, but there you are. That's me. Shitmagnet.


So no, not the book, just the far, far more important issue of whether Sookie is going to end up with Eric or not. I am royally annoyed to discover that I actually care about this. I spent a little time wondering why on Earth I should be allowing such trivial matters to invade my brain space, but then I looked at this picture and I was no longer lost for a reason.

I am hoping that Charlaine Harris is going on a bit of a walkabout, and we'll be back to business as usual in the next book or two (though business as usual seems to involve rather a lot of beating around the bush and no romantic resolution or happiness). But there are little hints there, hints of a Beel and Sookeh reunion. Now, maybe I've been swayed by the rather on-point blog post on the Sookieverse about the borderline abusive sex scenes between Sookie and Bill, but the thought of that story line being revisited turns my stomach.


But then, why have Bill, when you can have Eric. Really?


I feel better now. Less frivolous. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system. World peace next.