TV & RL randomness
Finally remembered to watch Blackadder on TV last night. One of the local PBS stations picked it up a month or two ago, and I keep -- well, kept -- forgetting to tune in. It seems they're running "Blackadder Goes Forth." Hugh Laurie will forever and always be the jovially dim-witted, "Hurrah!"-crying Prince Regent in my heart,* but George is a close second, and this is the only series I've seen in full, so I feel particularly attached to it. Of all possible episodes, it was the one with the music hall skit starring "Georgina," followed by the one with the brash airplane pilot who keeps bucking his hips and going "Woof woof!" Ha. It was fun to see D'Arling again and enjoy HL in full drag for the second time this week and hear Stephen Fry bleat and try to follow the endless similes and ponder the irony of how HL now plays the exasperated cynic instead of one of the idiots surrounding him.
* It's still freakin' hard to reconcile Blackadder-Laurie with House-Laurie.
Speaking of good times, I saw my sister for about 20 minutes yesterday for the first time in a few weeks, since she's been all over the country tour-managing for/with Ryan since Rock Star: Supernova ended in August, and when she is around she keeps different hours so I still don't see her. We put our limited time together to good use by chatting about this week's House, heh. Now she's in Montreal -- and she just told me the guy they're staying with is David Shore's cousin. WTF. Unfortunately I can't think of a way to use this to our advantage.
In other news, the NEPCA conference went well last weekend, though it was poorly attended in part because of the bad weather. Paper topics ranged from gender and sexual-orientation stereotyping in What Not to Wear and Queer Eye to images of women and singleness to "egocasting" on MySpace to Buffy fans to fostering professor/librarian cooperation when it comes to acquiring pop culture materials for permanent collections; met some very cool and interesting people; and the eight-hour round-trip drive was pretty, including some fairly impressive cloud formations on the way back as the storm cleared, though the foliage had already dimmed down to the late-season browns, orangey-browns, reddish-browns, mustard yellows and evergreens, with occasional white birch trunks. This weekend I'm taking synn to the ballet to see "The Green Table," which ought to be fabulous even the third time 'round. And besides that, hopefully finishing up some writing projects.
* It's still freakin' hard to reconcile Blackadder-Laurie with House-Laurie.
Speaking of good times, I saw my sister for about 20 minutes yesterday for the first time in a few weeks, since she's been all over the country tour-managing for/with Ryan since Rock Star: Supernova ended in August, and when she is around she keeps different hours so I still don't see her. We put our limited time together to good use by chatting about this week's House, heh. Now she's in Montreal -- and she just told me the guy they're staying with is David Shore's cousin. WTF. Unfortunately I can't think of a way to use this to our advantage.
In other news, the NEPCA conference went well last weekend, though it was poorly attended in part because of the bad weather. Paper topics ranged from gender and sexual-orientation stereotyping in What Not to Wear and Queer Eye to images of women and singleness to "egocasting" on MySpace to Buffy fans to fostering professor/librarian cooperation when it comes to acquiring pop culture materials for permanent collections; met some very cool and interesting people; and the eight-hour round-trip drive was pretty, including some fairly impressive cloud formations on the way back as the storm cleared, though the foliage had already dimmed down to the late-season browns, orangey-browns, reddish-browns, mustard yellows and evergreens, with occasional white birch trunks. This weekend I'm taking synn to the ballet to see "The Green Table," which ought to be fabulous even the third time 'round. And besides that, hopefully finishing up some writing projects.