- I set the toaster oven on fire last night with bacon. Tsk, me. It seems to have survived, though. Also, it's covered in baking soda. This did however show us that the smoke alarm wasn't working (oops).
- Still re-watching Blake's 7. I am stuck right before Terminal, as I know I have to plow through everything up to Traitor, otherwise, I'll watch Power and just start ranting and lose steam. Ugh. Ben Steed is the fucking worst, and that's said with full knowledge of Allan Prior and Robert Holmes' inability to give women lines that aren't, "But Doctor, explain everything to me?"
- Have also been re-watching Midsomer Murders during work (it's excellent background), and there are some of the episode writers who are almost Ben Steed level of asshole with their treatment of women (if the episode ends with Tom Barnaby thinking a woman getting beaten to death is awesome, the author is an asshole). OTOH, there's also episodes with really good authors (Talent for Life is fun). As always, it's been fun spotting people multiple times. Samantha Bond, especially (yes I would).
- Otherwise, Dragoncon did not happen (obvious), but they had a Virtual Masquerade on Friday (didn't watch) and Sunday night. And Sunday night, we did watch and it was... y'know, the DC Masquerade, with Eddie & Tony chattering away (they're fun), and it went over like an hour (DUH, of course it did). AND THEN. DC tradition is Duck Dodgers while the judges do their thing, y'know? So of course they can't SHOW it. Because copyright is expensive. BUT BUT they did THEIR OWN VERSION. I may have sniffled.
- And work is still work.
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