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przedI keep wanting to post an entry, but RL is busy, and by the end of the day I'm knackered. Every night I've basically watched an hour of Rescue Me, whatever's left of Top Gear (BBC Canada, god bless 'em, is showing it pretty much every day), then read until I pass out.
The last two days have added a new, most unwelcome twist, in that Ros came down with a wicked fever on Thursday, and it continues unabated. (She's just a bit loopy in the mornings, but then it starts spiking at 104 in the afternoons and continues through the night.) Thankfully, there are no other big symptoms, and we know she's just fighting something off, but it's still a bit worrying. Especially when the fever hits its worst and she's listless and miserable and entirely not herself. (She's told us she's tired and wants to go to bed the last two nights run. Before 8:00. That is so not my wannabe nighthawk, bedtime delaying little girl.)
She was slightly better today than yesterday. I'm hoping that trend continues and she's well and ready for daycare by Monday or Tuesday.
If I were to make a fannish post, here are the highlights:
OMG, I love Top Gear so much! Seriously. (Was cruising Top Gear sites mid-week, found out about Hammond's accident and his autobiography, and had the book ordered the next day. Friday afternoon was spent in our back garden, Ros asleep on my lap whilst I eagerly tore through the book.)
Saw the new Terminator movie. How is it possible that Christian Bale is so bloody boring in it? Fortunately, the adorableness that is Anton Yelchin was enough to keep me from beating my head against the seat in front of me. And Sam Worthington ain't so bad either. Still, it's not good.
Really, really want to see ST again. Maybe this Monday on a planned outing with a fannish friend. Assuming Ros is a bit better and I can leave the house.
Saw Up, in 3D, and it's brilliant. Funny, well-constructed, and even made me shed a tear or two.
Am this close to a final layout for the Pros novel. An it looks lovely if I do say so myself.
Hope everyone on the flist is having a less stressful weekend.
The last two days have added a new, most unwelcome twist, in that Ros came down with a wicked fever on Thursday, and it continues unabated. (She's just a bit loopy in the mornings, but then it starts spiking at 104 in the afternoons and continues through the night.) Thankfully, there are no other big symptoms, and we know she's just fighting something off, but it's still a bit worrying. Especially when the fever hits its worst and she's listless and miserable and entirely not herself. (She's told us she's tired and wants to go to bed the last two nights run. Before 8:00. That is so not my wannabe nighthawk, bedtime delaying little girl.)
She was slightly better today than yesterday. I'm hoping that trend continues and she's well and ready for daycare by Monday or Tuesday.
If I were to make a fannish post, here are the highlights:
OMG, I love Top Gear so much! Seriously. (Was cruising Top Gear sites mid-week, found out about Hammond's accident and his autobiography, and had the book ordered the next day. Friday afternoon was spent in our back garden, Ros asleep on my lap whilst I eagerly tore through the book.)
Saw the new Terminator movie. How is it possible that Christian Bale is so bloody boring in it? Fortunately, the adorableness that is Anton Yelchin was enough to keep me from beating my head against the seat in front of me. And Sam Worthington ain't so bad either. Still, it's not good.
Really, really want to see ST again. Maybe this Monday on a planned outing with a fannish friend. Assuming Ros is a bit better and I can leave the house.
Saw Up, in 3D, and it's brilliant. Funny, well-constructed, and even made me shed a tear or two.
Am this close to a final layout for the Pros novel. An it looks lovely if I do say so myself.
Hope everyone on the flist is having a less stressful weekend.
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Date: 2009-06-15 12:51 am (UTC)We totally knew that the fever meant her body was fighting off something, and tried not to over-medicate, but when she kept hitting 104 and getting utterly miserable, it was definitely hard to watch. We're going to keep her on the full run of the anitbiotics just to make sure she's well and truly over whatever it was.
And yes, I love Rescue Me. I started watching it primarily for Dennis Leary, whom I adore. (Sharp, sarcastic and funny as hell is a combination I never get enough of.) But now I am rather fond of the whole firehouse full of nutbars. You're absolutely right that they're toxically dysfunctional and if I was forced to spend any time with any of them, I would quickly resort to a smack round the head, but they're far too much fun to watch. I think part of it is my enduring fascination with guy culture. That's what's kept me interested in Pros for so many year. Partly, it's because they're so far outside of my own Canadian, WASP-y, repressed upbringing that it's like an anthropology project.
And partly, I reckon it's also my recent infatuation with lunkheads in fiction. I use to fall for the talented, smart outsider (Illya, Spock, Holmes), but these days I'm finding more and more that my favourite characters in a lot of shows are the lunkheads: Jayne in Firefly, Titus Pullo in Rome, Casey in Chuck. I have no idea what this says about me.