"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings..."

[chaletian]

Well, we had a Sunday of televisual delight, in between the inevitable attempts at unpacking. We started off with Wonder Woman whilst eating our lunch, and what a fabulously genius programme that is! We were particularly taken with (a) Wonder Woman’s giant bottom in giant blue knickers, (b) the cards on the screen - “Making their way to the secret Nazi camp…” and (c) the part where a mad German scientist cloned Adolf Hitler. Oh yes. Later in the day we watched a bit of Dawson’s Creek (first series, with the Jann Arden song, and Dawson and Joey Just Being Friends, and Pacey being so… Pacey.) There was a great deal of Pacey love, in fact, and some bonding over the fact that we had both rented The Skulls merely for his presence. Then Doctor Who. How amazingly fantastic have these two episodes been? There were *fabulous*! Better, possibly, even than The Empty Child. Yes, much love there. And finally Katie made good on her threat to make me watch My So Called Life, and we saw the first episode. Good. Grief. It was like a televisual representation of my relationship with my mother. “Yes, you can do that.” “You say that so you can just hold a grudge about it.” Oh, the joys of teenagerdom. And how much did I hate my mother? I mean, it balanced out, because she hated me too. Fortunate, really, that we both got over it.

In other news, the CBB is a bit broken at the moment, but should be working again shortly.