Holy bat attackers, Batman!

Sex attacks blamed on bat demon, story courtesy of the BBC.

Suddenly I am wondering what it is, exactly, that Batman's been up to lately... Remember, if he invites you to go and see the Batcave, Batmobile, Batetchings or any other Bat-related paraphenalia, DO NOT GO WITH HIM!

Just keep in mind what your mum always told you about talking to Batstrangers offering Batcandy.

Hmmm..!

I am utterly convinced ice-blocks shouldn't be shaped like this.

And that officemates shouldn't try to take photos while you're trying to eat said ice-block...

7.30am and already so cynical

Howard heart-attack email carries virus courtesy of the SMH.

I received a few of these emails this morning in the junkmail folder at work and my immediate thought was, "That has to be junkmail. He doesn't have a heart."

Altogether too cynical for 7.30am, but after IR laws...

In other much more cheerful thoughts, Lent starts tomorrow and although I've not done anything before for Lent, I'm thinking of doing something this year.

My thought for what I'd do for Lent was to give something away for each day of it, so that by the end of the time I'd have a lot of 40 things to give away to someone or charity or whatever. Reading the Ship of Fool's "Lent list", my idea's on there (see number 28)! Obviously there are no new ideas under the sun at all.

But it should make for an interesting Lent :)

Arrghh!

I read this morning that Channel 9 hasn't renewed it's contract to screen The Young and The Restless, which will mean it's only going to be on pay tv from April. I'm hoping that's just idle speculation rather than fact!

Although it's somewhat shameful to admit, I love The Young and The Restless. It's actually part of some of my earliest memories with watching it with my Mum in the years before I started kindy. Victor looks younger now than he did then, I swear, but is still somehow deliciously dashing (maybe he's to blame for me liking older men).

But for a soapie, it's pretty good. There aren't too many utterly ridiculous storylines, a la anything involving Stefano (or anyone, really) on Days of Our Lives, and thankfully hasn't got characters who all seem to have been married to the others at least twice and within the same family, a la The Bold and The Beautiful.

The Young and The Restless is my Friday afternoon braincandy.

What's Channel 9 going to put on instead? Lord knows, but the ads for some absolute lot of bollocks at a 1 pm slot with Libbi Gore are repulsing me already. If I want mindless trash, I want good quality mindless trash, dammit!

Don't tell my heart!

I'm meant to go to line-dancing tonight.

A friend who'd been invited by a lady here at work invited me along and I agreed - it's exercise, perhaps an interesting way to meet new people, a good time to dig out the cowboy boots, etc.

Suddenly I realise...

It might involve country and western music!!!

I know, I know, that really should have been a given, but you tend to blank out thoughts you really don't want to think about - and I don't want to think about country and western music.

I HATE country and western music with a passion! There are mullets, big gas-guzzling trucks, bad fashion, bad lyrics, the implication that whoever's singing might just be married to (or at least breeding with) their unclecousinbrothersistermumdad or whatever, rednecks, the list could go on and on and on. Until it gets to Billy Ray Cyrus.

What if they break out the Billy Ray? If that happens, the only exercise I'll be getting will involve me running from the place, screaming, arms flailing in the air.

Here's hoping that doesn't happen.

Thunder clouds viewed from the office window

Feelin' the Love

A good old random assortment of Valentine's Day thoughts that I'm going to inflict on the world of blogging. Now, isn't that fun..?

But it's been a good day so far :)

> Dave pointed out that Valentine's Day today is on "hump day" which makes me laugh outrageously.

> I looked at flowers last night. They were all gorgeous, smelled amazing and... (drum roll please, Raoul)... were twice the price (or more) than they'd been a week ago when it wasn't the night before Valentine's Day. Clearly this is because it's all about the romance and not at all about making a profit. This is to be filed under the "Because Valentine's Day Isn't At All Possibly, Nay, Even Remotely, Blatant Capitalism" category.

> My friend Mic and I were talking last night about Valentines and so on. He's a bit of a romantic, and said someone had once told him that every night there'd be someone out there in the world who falls asleep thinking about you. I'm like, "What, thinking about how they want you bound and gagged in their basement? Or how much they dislike you? Or..." And then he suggested it could be other things that shan't be repeated, but were terribly funny!

> Too many Valentine's SMSs. I feel so loved *lol* Although none are romantic... I still feel the love! :D Guess I should get replying to them. A task for lunchtime.

> Man-love with Top Gear. If you want to see how they get along with rednecks, you have to check this out. The comment about the three religions being George Bush, God and country and western music is great, as is the thing about vegetables.

> Joke from the officemate for the day: "Q; What do you call a blind dinosaur? A: Idon'tthinkhesaurs"

> Taylor mentioned Sweet Transvestite, fishnets and corsets. Truly one of the more interesting Valentine's wishes. Ever. It's still making me smile (thanks, Taylor!).

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! :D

The unsurpassed unsexiness of walk-shorts with long socks

I saw someone wearing said combo today.

It's only 9.40am, far too early for seeing such things.

Especially when it's those pastel kind of couloured walk-shorts that seem to have miraculously not deteriorated at all from 1976 'til now for the people who choose to wear them.

Said shorts are still in pristine condition with the pressed crease down the front, forcing the viewer's eyes in equally terrifying directions. Down leads you to the knee-length wedding-white socks wrapped around chunky, hairy calves. Up leads to an oddly patterned shirt that also looks like it's emerged from the same era as the shorts, but was intended to be worn with something else entirely.

All that's missing is the safari suit jacket. And maybe some sandals.

And people wonder why I hate summer.

if i should die this very moment
i wouldn't fear
for i've never known completeness
like being here
wrapped in the warmth of you
loving every breath of you
still my heart this moment
or it might burst

could we stay right here
'til the end of time, 'til the earth stops turning
wanna love you 'til the seas run dry
i've found the one i've waited for

all this time i've loved you
and never known your face
all this time i've missed you
and searched this human race
here is true peace
here my heart knows calm
safe in your soul
bathed in your sighs
wanna stay right here
'til the end of time, 'til the earth stops turning
gonna love you 'til the seas run dry
i've found the one i've waited for
the one i've waited for

all i've known
all i've done
all i've felt was leading to this
all i've known
all i've done
all i've felt was leading to this
wanna stay right here
'til the end of time, 'til the earth stops turning
gonna love you 'til the seas run dry
i've found the one i've waited for
the one i've waited for

wanna stay right here
'til the end of time, 'til the earth stops turning
gonna love you 'til the seas run dry
i've found the one i've waited for
the one i've waited for

the one i've waited for...

- Gorecki, Lamb

An oldie, but that's about all I can think of when it comes to the season of love, Valentines and Hallmarky goodness/badness/pondering the meaning of life and love/realising that there is one who you feel your soul reaching out to and hoping you can squish a lid on that quickly as nothing is ever likely to happen/wondering whether it's star-crossedness or delusional madness.

Love. Such an odd thing.

Errrmm...

Just because... well... it amused me.

Saw it on the way to the farewell do for my officemate last night (after we spent the drive honking the horn and waving at strangers, just to see if we could get them to wave back - spreading the happiness and all that).

Both S's, though, eh?

I like meetings

Thinking of doing something similar to this as a feature wall somewhere in the house, actually - although it's probably highly freudian or something and I'm missing the meaning of it, as it's just scribbles done during a meeting.

But yes, a mural-style feature wall or something. Must ponder this more, especially if I'm starting painting again on the weekend.

Everybody needs good lawyers

I'm not a lawyer - the closest I've gotten to legal studies was a semester of them as a compulsory part of my course at uni - but really, isn't Max's trial on Neighbours one of the absolute shortest in the history of TV, including the hurried Law & Order happy-conclusions-all-'round-with-attractive-young-female-DA-
having-strange-attraction-to-Jack-who-is-possibly-older-than-the-
dinosaurs stuff?

We went to the opening of a trial as part of the course, though, and it was enormously boring - choosing the jury, hours of questioning of one witness, etc. Although the case itself was amusing enough...

Anways, back to Neighbours - apparently it's meant to be wrapped up tonight with a win?! Do none of these characters go to jail? Katya gets a suspended sentance or something, Max runs over the non-psycho twin (an easy mistake to make, happens all the time, just say you're sorry and it'll all be fine, then wheel out the psycho twin, make them have a big psychotic moment and voila! The jury won't convict!) and apparently doesn't get to go to jail where he could have met a new love interest and discovered his passion for creating tattoos with Bic ink?

Wouldn't he have gotten into trouble for breaking bail conditions for oh, say six months or whatever it was, as well as that little matter of running someone over on purpose? Speaking of that, wouldn't there be expert testimony and all sorts of scene investigation elements that would have some sort of proof it wasn't just a bit of an accidental swerving? Okay, I can understand the suspended sentence with a reduced charge approach or similar, but still...

Neighbours is just brain candy, but this is annoying, especially when it makes Days of Our Lives look more realistic.

Maybe Max should have just pretended it wasn't actually him driving the car at the time, but an American friend who's actually long since dead (and was dead at the time of the accident, too, just for convenience's sake)... Oh wait, that's just for speeding tickets.

Back in the good ol' days, where Stu and Connor's struggles to adopt as a couple moved the nation and encouraged more men to breast-feed...

Odd little bugs. I have the feeling they might have had something to do with eating the birdsnest fern... To kill or not to kill? Hmm...

Caution: Rant Ahead

Apparently 81% of ninemsn poll respondants say that Jesus doesn't love Osama bin Laden, contrary to the posters some churches have had up in recent weeks.

The Rev Fred Nile has compared the posters to saying Jesus loves Hitler or Pol Pot, saying, "Certainly if you had any association with the 3000 people that were killed through bin Laden's attack on New York, I don't think you'd say how much you love him."

This isn't about how much you love him, though, Mr Nile. This is about the fact that Jesus would love him, leading me to say, "Remember, Jesus loves you too, Fred Nile. Even though I think you're a great big twit for thinking you get to tell Jesus who He gets to love or not."

Just because we personally don't like someone it doesn't mean that Jesus doesn't still love them. That's the position we have to take as Christians, as much as we'd like to think that God would be all for the smiting of those who we want to see zapped by lightning/squished by a run-away train/any other number of horrible ends.

What Osama bin Laden, Pol Pot, Hitler and others throughout the centuries have done is wrong - it's resulted in the combined deaths of millions. There mightn't be justice for it on earth, but Christians tend to believe this is something they'll ultimately be answerable for when it comes to the "meet and greet their maker" time.

I once read a comment that said something like, "You'll know you've successfully created God in your own image when He hates all the same people as you." God (and Jesus) loves everyone. That's it, the beginning and end and everything in between. Or it's meant to be for Christians. As much as it sucks to think that He still cares for people who are utter bastards (to be perfectly frank) (or at least who we think are utter such-and-suches), He still does - perhaps you could say like how parents still generally love their kids even though they grow up to be investment bankers or something.*

You read the Bible and Jesus still came to die for a whole lot of people who didn't like Him. He still loves them all, which is pretty masochistic I guess. But it's about relationships - a person's connection with the divine, etc. Although that said, a good relationship with God probably wouldn't see you rushing out to slaughter a lot of people...

What have Christians learnt about love?

Apparently not a whole hell of a lot.

*Just kidding, investment bankers! ;)

Bondage and...?

Many people who know me know Bondage Bear (that's him on the left). And now thanks to Becky and Shaz, Bondage Bear is no longer lonely (although he still looks terminally worried)!

I meant to take a pic the week before last when I caught up with Chris, Kris and Shaz but kind of forgot 'til now... So here's Bondage Bear's friend. And I have no idea what to call her. Anyone got any suggestions? :D

I *heart* You?

Kaisa was searching for toys for a boy last night and one website we were perusing reminded us that it's time to get buying 'cos Valentine's Day isn't far away and what could say you love your partner (or whoever, really, maybe even yourself) better than something from said site?

That got me thinking about Valentine's Day and how it's really not something I've ever thought was much of a relevant Australian thing. It's always seemed a bit like Halloween, where it's kinda cool in a vague overseas tradition way but totally hijacked by everyone looking to make a buck off of it. When it's cheaper to buy an entire standard rosebush than it is to buy a bouquet of roses, there's got to be some indication that this isn't all about the love.

That said, it's a nice idea to have one day set aside...

Wait...

One day.

There are more one day matches of cricket per year than the one single day set aside for the whole "Let your beloved know how much of a special schnookie-wookums they are to you" thing. Hell, we even have Test match cricket, which lasts for FIVE days, unless it's the English playing Australia. What about a five-day lovefest? That could be interpreted as dirtier than I meant it, so it's meant the clean way before your minds start wandering along that path :-p

I said the clean path!

Considering how many years and years on end of war and conflict have been going on around the world since the beginning of last century alone, I guess it just means we're perhaps a bit better at giving people a bunch of fives instead of a bunch of flowers. And I don't think that saying, "I love you," more would have made Idi Amin a friendlier chap who was nicer to the people of Uganda, so let's not pretend that love is all we need.

But still, I guess we should tell the people we care about that we do so more often. Not just in a romantic love kind of way either, but just in general. Sappy, but oh well.

I've got a little list...

Shaz's post of a list of things to do made me think of the list of things I have to do and have had to do for ages but have been letting myself get distracted by life and Christmas and holidays and work starting and generally being unispired.

Sod it.

> Finish painting. If it's going to be stinking hot this weekend, it might be a good time to get the painting done in my bedroom. At least it means the paint dries quickly. And who doesn't enjoy the paint-fumes high... gah.

> Call the aerial/antenna tv repair man. A branch hit the darn thing late last year and since then channels have slowly been disappearing. I MISS THEM! Life is not worth living if I can't watch Top Gear and Shameless of a Monday night. So I have to do that ASAP.

> Finish doing the garden cleaning out and call Jim's Mowing or something like that to take away the enormous piles of rubbish that have come from the gardens. The amount of leaf litter and general litter in the garden beds is amazing - I think whoever's lived there in the past just decided things looked so much better piled with leaves, with no actual plants. Ugh. Anyone have napalm spare?

> Clean out all the drawers and cupboards and everything else and throw out absolutely everything that I don't need or truly want. Although usually this just means I find things I'd forgotten about, fall in love with them all over again, put whatever it is back in the box or drawer or whatever and promptly forget about it all.

Hopefully a list helps me remember to do something about all of the things on it. But then again, who knows!

Although apparently this weekend's weather is meant to be disgustingly hot. So in the end, I may just end up lounging around (with no air conditioning), eating Zooper Doopers and nothing else. There might be cricket involved.

Aaaarrrrghhh!!!

Some people start their day with yoga, mung beans and fair-trade coffee.

Others may choose to do so with a packet of Marlboros, three cups of coffee and maybe a couple of illicit substances thrown in for good measure.

I usually start my day in a sleep-haze that lasts until an hour or so in to work. Very much not a morning person at all. I function much better from afternoon onwards - apart from being a vegetarian, having a love of garlic and not minding crucifixes, I'm sure I could have been a vampire.

But I decided to mix things up a little today. I started my day by nearly falling up the stairs at home, nearly falling down the stairs at work and calling a male friend a he-sl*t for being... well... pretty much what that term would describe.

Personally, I blame DEEPLY disturbing dreams involving Marilyn Manson, a general lack of sleep and yeah, the lack of sleep thing. A lack of sleep tends to make me say pretty much whatever's on my mind (thus, if you want candid honesty, ask me things while I'm sleepy) and fall over things.

Gleich hab' ich dich!

Finally!!!!!!!

Völkerball is mine!!!

Only erm... however many weeks it's been since I requested JB's get me the Limited Edition on November 17 last year. But now it's here and I'm happy. Hopefully I don't go down the "Yay! Mine!"-ness to "Bleh"-ness path that apparently is usual with people who buy things they think will be excellent (read Status Anxiety by Alain de Botton).




Wait... It's Rammstein.

There's not going to be any of that happening. I still love Herzeleid, even though that's about a decade old, Sehensucht is still all good, so's Mutter, Reise, Reise is played regularly, so is Rosenrot. Oh, and I realised Live aus Berlin DVD's lurking around, too. And the CD for that, too. And Lichtspielhaus.


I don't think I'll ever get bored of Rammstein.

Paul is dead, man, miss him...

Listening to albums backwards is bizarre.

I don't mean backwards in the "schnurfty ahbelah bfnurfty Satan is your sweet master wschnumpfy elab ablab buy more bananas" way (aka: backmasking). I guess it's more in the play-songs-in-reverse- order way.

It's just odd to hear things in such an order.

Especially when it starts out with things like hidden tracks and there are 10 minutes of silence between one song and the next (that'd be Placebo a couple times, wouldn't it... Bonus points if you can guess the albums and songs there). Or when the intro song is the final one, like Welcome to the Monkey House. Or basically any of the Ministry of Sound mixed albums, which makes them generally even worse (yet somehow their freebie CDs that came with the mag were of a far better quality in terms of what was mixed and sampled from. Odd that).

That completes Wednesday's random musings.

Pretty things I saw on the way home.

And now for something completely different...

Memo: nothing is black and white, other than the starkly chic apartment of a serious monochrome* fan

Oh thank God, someone's got something sane to say about the whole Big Day Out flag le gasp omg zounds the world is ending brouhahahahahahahahahem. Tunes Not Hoons from The Age's music blog (I know, Fairfax has far too many blogs and not even remotely near enough news - journalism schmournalism obviously - but this blog entry's pretty good).

I'm so sick of bogan nationalism getting paraded around as patriotism, especially when it involves the national flag (which makes it really hard to criticise without people going "Oh, you just hate Australia, you must be one of them communists! Get him/her and beat him/her with your patriotically Made In China Australian flags!").

Although the way the BDO people have managed it seems so very,very publicity stunt-y, the responses to it from politicians and others who might have been to a music festival when last they still played madrigals at them is also a bit over the top.

Oh well. If Australia really is going to become a total bogan nation, can we at least change the country's name to Timminsland?

And this morning I read Answer is Aussie values, says PM, because apparently multiculturalism is the root of all the problems here, not racism, intollerance and a lack of understanding about other cultures, let alone our own.

*I mean that in the photographic sense rather than the technique of painting in a shades of a single colour.

Has Australia gone to InsanityLand? Man barred from flights over "offensive" t-shirt.

How silly. You think the guy could have just turned the shirt inside out and gotten on the flight or something. Or gone bare-chested.

But then Qantas seems a little silly with it, too. After all, it's a t-shirt.

What does classify as offensive under their policy? I had a lookie around their site, because I couldn't find any tickets conveniently in my overly large bag.

Although it's not something that will get you barred from the flight, they have quite a bit to say about making sure you take along a doctor's note saying you're all good to fly if you're having a complicated pregnancy (or a normal one if you're heading overseas rather than just within Australia). This makes sense - who really would want to be squeezing something from their loins on a long-haul flight? And apparently Qantas people can do body searches. Although that's more of an aside than something connected to the childbearing info.

But what will make them bar you from a flight? Scroll down to No. 10 and you'll find what'll get you barred from a Qantas flight.

But a t-shirt as a security risk? What? How's that more of a security risk than something, like, say a belt, which you could conceivably strangle someone with? Or a mastery of kung-fu, if I'm correctly recalling my love of dodgy 1970s/80s martial arts movies with one with Sonny Chiba in it that involves people hijacking a plane using said mastery?

If Qantas classifies this as offensive, what about skanky Supre tops that people of some faiths or the elderly or whatever might find offensive? Or the ones for guys from Jay Jays or whatever that totally have the double innuendo happening (Nuts! Nudge nudge, wink wink! Original, ain't it!)? Are they expecting someone to be so outraged by this guy's anti-Bush shirt that they'd stand up, declare whatever the pro-Bush version of jihad is on the plane and attempt to stab him to death with a packet of Pringles?

Or if he himself is the terrorist risk, what difference does wearing a shirt make? Is he less likely to be a risk if he wears a loud Hawaiian print? A coconut bra? A t-shirt that says "Hold my drink while I snog your boyfriend"? Does Osama bin Laden actually secretly wear a t-shirt like the one this guy has?

Some people might agree that George W Bush is the world's greatest terrorist (is there a competition for that like Miss Universe? Am I glad I missed the bikini section?), others won't. But surely we are mostly able to agree to disagree over points such as the message on a t-shirt without it becoming a security risk? Or are they worried that people who support George Bush will go into a murderous rage upon sighting of such t-shirts, rudely interrupting the in-flight movie?

Odd.

Memories from the City of Light

The only things I have from the guy I dated for three years or so when I was younger are a Hello Kitty bag, a pair of Axion skate shoes (I always used to steal his shoes to wear - that and his hoodies) and a love of the Hilltop Hoods.

I know my friend Tony (guess I'd say a bit of a music know-most-of-it) thinks they're crap, but I love 'em, mostly due to seeing them live a number of years ago just after The Calling came out at a festival thing where they capped off the entire day. Quite simply, they were absolutely fantastic.

The rest of the day had been pretty good. There had been some odd moments with seeing some people from High School who I didn't really like and them staring at me with a "What are you doing here? I thought you packed up for Sydney!" look while I stared at them with the "What? You're actually still alive?" look. Getting asked if my $5 sunnies were designer amused me. It had also been a perfect South Aussie Summer day.

Hilltop Hoods were the best thing, though.

Importing The Hard Road onto my 'puter this morning at work made me think of that and smile - nothing beats live music.

Existential Dilemma: Am I Imelda Marcos?

Tonight I took photos of all of my shoes. I have 51 pairs that I could find. There are a couple more pairs floating around somewhere. And I just realised I'd forgotten about the four pairs of boots behind the loungeroom door, so that makes 55 pairs. Here's some highlights.

My shoecase.


My newest shoes.


Current favourite shoes.


Favourite, but impossibly uncomfortable, shoes.


Possibly eternally favourite shoes.


Too good to wear shoes.


Shoes commented favourably on by young and old.


Astoundingly ugly, but astonishingly comfortable, shoes.

Remind me not to move to Wales...

There are enough dramas around here without living over a time rift (okay, okay, it's fiction there ;). I finished watching Torchwood - all 13 hours of it or so - if you hadn't guessed what I was meaning there about the time rift thingy.

Although I started off loving it, I have some mixed feelings about it now. But I did rather enjoy how the whole series made me think (or turned my mind onto little tangents of thought, which weren't always related to the exact matter of each episode).

The main thing to think is it's not Dr Who. It could stand alone from that quite well, really. The storylines are mostly interesting, there's some cool things that happen, they do tend to work the suspense quite well and the characters are all interesting enough in their own ways.

Except that they were morons.

Well, not all of them all of the time. But there were some moments where you're sitting there wanting to scream at them, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOTS!??!?!" You'll know the moments when you see the series.

The thing that ticked me off the most, though, was the lack of emotional and professional maturity in the final couple of episodes that the characters allowed themselves to slip into. Although you probably wouldn't go, "The world may be ending! I'm going to pull myself together and be very sensible!" you also really probably wouldn't start not listening to your boss when you've listened to him in the past about much crazier things.

And Owen.

My, my, my. Owen. By the end of the series, I'd developed an intensive level of hatred for his character. You just wanted to take him out the back of the bike sheds and give him a damn good thrashing for being such a selfish, arrogant, idiotic little twerp. And for opening the rift that nearly... Well, you'll find out.

That said, it's still a good series. There are some very touching moments in it that might just have you reaching for the tissues and thinking "Who cries over TV? Honestly? Oh, me apparently. Dammit!" It also gets you thinking about things like love, life and the way it's lived, possibilities, what it means to be human (or inhuman), eternity and beyond, etc.

There's some laughs, there are some scary moments (I'm quite sure Countrycide would have scared the pants off me if I hadn't been wearing a skirt at the time), there's some plotholes, but the overall product is a good one. Worth seeing - especially to keep an eye out for They Keep Killing Suzie and Out of Time (the scene with the father and his son had me bawling my eyes out). You just have to get over the immensely cliched second episode (it's pretty well done inspite of itself, though) and then you should be right.

Oh, and the music reminds me so much of the music used in Nochnoy Dozor that I really wasn't surprised to see "the gloom" idea making an appearance in one episode! ;)

6.5/10. Not as good as Dr Who.

Hmmm

So very humid.

This sort of humidity feels like I should be in a large mansion surrounded by trees overhung with mosses, speaking with a southern accent ("Good golly miss Molly, it's mighty hot out here this a'ternoon!") and sipping iced tea out on the verandah.

Instead, I'm inside in my little house listening to droplets of water fall from the treeferns outside, listening to the fan swirl away and just finished off the last ice-cream.

Lord ha' mercy!

I do declare I've watched Fletch Lives too many times indeed!

Finally got the computer to behave today and have succumbed to the addictive qualities of Torchwood (follow-up to Dr Who), which arrived from Mic the other day.

Enormously good series!

Plus Captain Jack Harkness is utterly delectable. Although the guy who plays him looks somewhat like a non-shortarse Tom Cruise.

Disturbing now I think of it.

But yes. Torchwood. Find it, view it. Good stuff.

I'm about nine episodes in. So far a couple have freaked me out (and was then followed by finding a spider in a pot I was replanting roses into - ugh) and one has made me cry a lot (would you believe it's titled Random Shoes?).

Fern with a drop of the (minimal) rain we had last evening.