Long-overdue update
May. 10th, 2008 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastienneThings done:
Tuesday:
Had to accept that the 80s caused something like a century's worth of regression in gender politics in Blake's 7.
Thursday:
Fell for Troughton's Doctor through watching Tomb of the Cybermen. Also fell for the delightfully orchestrated "Cyberman Theme" - that's what New Who is lacking, in my opinion: bassoons.
Friday:
Ate pasta salad. Saw Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. (Guildenstern inhumanly pretty, like a pre-raphaelite painting of a "goddess" which is so clearly, really, a teenage boy.) Saw Borderville. (Who are, incidentally, back on form. I have resigned myself to the fact that their old stuff is gone, never to be played again; but they sent me a live recording of their old stuff, so that the feeling of loving them in 2006 can be mine forever! The new stuff is growing on me, although it's still a bit too three-minute rock-song for my taste. This time I could hear the lyrics, and realised that there is referentiality back to the old stuff, like people "still terrified of being alone". Squee!) Sat in Christ Church eating ice-cream until 1am with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crouchinglynx, deathbyshinies, and deepbluemermaid, feeling euphoric like I haven't in a very long time.
Things learnt:
When people give you strange looks in a library, it is often for a good reason. When you're out shelving, listening to Doctor Who audio dramas, it is important to realise that Dalek voices are about five volume-points louder than the rest of the action, and adjust your mp3 player accordingly; otherwise, everyone who walks past you can hear the Dalek voices coming out of your headphones. My Geek Shame, hoyes.
Tuesday:
Had to accept that the 80s caused something like a century's worth of regression in gender politics in Blake's 7.
Thursday:
Fell for Troughton's Doctor through watching Tomb of the Cybermen. Also fell for the delightfully orchestrated "Cyberman Theme" - that's what New Who is lacking, in my opinion: bassoons.
Friday:
Ate pasta salad. Saw Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. (Guildenstern inhumanly pretty, like a pre-raphaelite painting of a "goddess" which is so clearly, really, a teenage boy.) Saw Borderville. (Who are, incidentally, back on form. I have resigned myself to the fact that their old stuff is gone, never to be played again; but they sent me a live recording of their old stuff, so that the feeling of loving them in 2006 can be mine forever! The new stuff is growing on me, although it's still a bit too three-minute rock-song for my taste. This time I could hear the lyrics, and realised that there is referentiality back to the old stuff, like people "still terrified of being alone". Squee!) Sat in Christ Church eating ice-cream until 1am with
crouchinglynx, deathbyshinies, and deepbluemermaid, feeling euphoric like I haven't in a very long time.Things learnt:
When people give you strange looks in a library, it is often for a good reason. When you're out shelving, listening to Doctor Who audio dramas, it is important to realise that Dalek voices are about five volume-points louder than the rest of the action, and adjust your mp3 player accordingly; otherwise, everyone who walks past you can hear the Dalek voices coming out of your headphones. My Geek Shame, hoyes.
