11pm and still awake
Despite spending a good part of the weekend sleeping, I still have that tired feeling behind the eyes. Clearly I need something to perk me up, so I've started picking up a glass of orange juice along with breakfast again. This healthy vitamin-C drinking is, of course, small compensation for the fact that I spent the rest of the day imbibing Fat Coke, for both the caffeine and the sugar. But hey, it tasted good.
The Fat Coke jag will probably only last a few days, until I start feeling bloated from all the extra sugar and revert to drinking Coca Cola flavoured aspartame. I shall enjoy it in the meantime though.
The tiredness has an annoying side-effect, in that I find it incredibly difficult to watch a 40-45 minute television episode from start to finish without nodding off and missing 10 minutes in the middle. But I did just about force myself to stay awake long enough last night to watch my way through 4 episodes of Murder Must Advertise and The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club that had been languishing next to the DVD player for a month or more, so that I could send them back to the rental place and have them send back the final episodes of each one instead. Regretably, I don't take to Ian Carmichael as Peter Wimsey especially well. He plays Wimsey as the silly ass rather than the over-sensitive and intelligent man merely acting a part to put up a barrier between himself and the world and to get the bad guys to underestimate him. Also, his gleaming grin and general gurning demeanour makes me want to smack him in the face with a haddock. Or possibly a herring; I plan on watching the rest of his episodes anyway, so will eventually get to Five Red Herrings.
On the most superficial of superficial notes: he's a bit chubby for the part. Wimsey is canonically not a tall man, but the harlequin suit that he dons to bewitch Dion de Momerie looks more clownlike than dashing when worn by Carmichael. :-(
But I am saddened by not being able to love his Wimsey, because in the abstract, in the books, and in the Edward Petherbridge Wimsey adaptations, I adore him. And the Carmichael stories have a damned good supporting cast. Double-takes and realisations that "I know that voice" were all too frequent, as I winkled the likes of Paul Darrow and Christopher Timothy out of the woodwork of the supporting cast members.
My OTP (in this case that would be One True Programme) runs rampant though: every time Chief Inspector Parker came on screen I got taken out of the story enough to sigh wistfully at the tragic destruction of Mark Eden's Doctor Who story, "Marco Polo". Such a wonderfully sumptious visual feast from the photographs of it still in existence, but all that still exists are the photos and the soundtrack. Alas.
I've had a notification that the Key to Time boxset is on its way to me. 26 episodes of Doctor Who about to smack down on my doormat, all in one go. I guess I shall shortly see whether my tiredness attention span is equal to watching 25 minutes in a single session, even if it can't go the distance with a more extended episode length.
Also: LJlogin has been updated to version 2, and is now compatible with Deepest Sender again. Whee! I can add that particular Firefox widget back!
The Fat Coke jag will probably only last a few days, until I start feeling bloated from all the extra sugar and revert to drinking Coca Cola flavoured aspartame. I shall enjoy it in the meantime though.
The tiredness has an annoying side-effect, in that I find it incredibly difficult to watch a 40-45 minute television episode from start to finish without nodding off and missing 10 minutes in the middle. But I did just about force myself to stay awake long enough last night to watch my way through 4 episodes of Murder Must Advertise and The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club that had been languishing next to the DVD player for a month or more, so that I could send them back to the rental place and have them send back the final episodes of each one instead. Regretably, I don't take to Ian Carmichael as Peter Wimsey especially well. He plays Wimsey as the silly ass rather than the over-sensitive and intelligent man merely acting a part to put up a barrier between himself and the world and to get the bad guys to underestimate him. Also, his gleaming grin and general gurning demeanour makes me want to smack him in the face with a haddock. Or possibly a herring; I plan on watching the rest of his episodes anyway, so will eventually get to Five Red Herrings.
On the most superficial of superficial notes: he's a bit chubby for the part. Wimsey is canonically not a tall man, but the harlequin suit that he dons to bewitch Dion de Momerie looks more clownlike than dashing when worn by Carmichael. :-(
But I am saddened by not being able to love his Wimsey, because in the abstract, in the books, and in the Edward Petherbridge Wimsey adaptations, I adore him. And the Carmichael stories have a damned good supporting cast. Double-takes and realisations that "I know that voice" were all too frequent, as I winkled the likes of Paul Darrow and Christopher Timothy out of the woodwork of the supporting cast members.
My OTP (in this case that would be One True Programme) runs rampant though: every time Chief Inspector Parker came on screen I got taken out of the story enough to sigh wistfully at the tragic destruction of Mark Eden's Doctor Who story, "Marco Polo". Such a wonderfully sumptious visual feast from the photographs of it still in existence, but all that still exists are the photos and the soundtrack. Alas.
I've had a notification that the Key to Time boxset is on its way to me. 26 episodes of Doctor Who about to smack down on my doormat, all in one go. I guess I shall shortly see whether my tiredness attention span is equal to watching 25 minutes in a single session, even if it can't go the distance with a more extended episode length.
Also: LJlogin has been updated to version 2, and is now compatible with Deepest Sender again. Whee! I can add that particular Firefox widget back!