let's waste time chasing cars around our heads
Alright, so 2006 is over. Finished. Its just a memory now. I can't get it back and, much as with high school, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to. A lot of bad stuff happened during my last trip around the sun, a lot of wasted emotions and a lot of time ill-spent. And much as Beltane and Samhain demarcate my year much more than the Gregorian calendar, there's something to be said for January as a good time to make a fresh start.
As an aside, I had a pretty rocking New Year's Eve at human_typhoon's place. I had good friends around me, and people I had just met who seemed perfectly friendly and pleasant. And I got drunk. Really drunk. In point of fact I am considering the possibility that I got too drunk, which is kind of a big deal for me. But I digress.
Websnark is back. demiurgent has explicitly stated a goal of daily content in 2007. (I'd settle for less and would like to write an entry here every M-F, but I'm not calling that a New Year's resolution or anything.) Of course, he's claimed that he was back before. And you know what they say about the best laid plans: just look at Gossamer Commons, which started with (in theory) a perfectly reasonable buffer. Am I willing to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway? Of course I am. As a big fan I always have been. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Let Burns Be Burns.
Narbonic is over. I was a latecomer to the Narbonic party. Despite demiurgent declaring it his favorite strip I've been reading it regularly for less than a year. And yet its closing had a pretty strong emotional impact for me, stronger than I suspect the forthcoming conclusion to For Better Or For Worse will. Which is weird, given that I've been reading Lynn Johnston for as long as I can remember. Part of the problem is that FBOFW has become so exceedingly predictable. The fire has forced Michael & Deanna to move into his parent's house; only a few months earlier John & Elly discussed moving themselves to a smaller house once April started university. Is there anyone who doesn't see where this is going? The son becomes the father. Ho hum.
Honestly the reason I keep reading might well be the shred of hope that Liz won't marry Anthony after all. I know it won't happen, I know their coming together is inevitable. That plot thread has become a lumbering, crashingly unsubtle thing, each advancement like the footfalls of a giant, wreaking havoc on what seemed to be a perfectly serene landscape and leaving heart-wrenching devastation in its wake. (Have I mentioned I don't like Anthony?) But it will end, this year I think, and I suspect Narbonic: Director's Cut will take its place in my heart. shaenon is every bit as dependable as a newspaper daily, after all. And even though I know how the story ends, I can spend the next few year's catching up on the wonderful little details I may have missed during my frantic marathon archive trawls.
In other news, Doctor Who is back, in more ways than one. Christmas marked the arrival of the second new series Christmas special, The Runaway Bride. I enjoyed it immensely, as much for the thirty-second series three trailer at the end of the broadcast as for the show itself. I look forward to seeing more of David Tennant as the tenth Doctor continues to develop. And yesterday the two-part finale for Torchwood aired, which I have begun downloading and will be watching at my earliest convenience. I have it on good authority that (SPOILER WARNING) the TARDIS-noise makes a cameo at the end of the series finale.
And Doctor Who alumnus (and ninth Doctor) Christopher Eccleston will be returning with Heroes on January 22nd, apparently playing a hero with invisibility powers who will become a mentor figure to Peter Petrelli (who human_typhoon insists on referring to as Jess, much as I did for the first few episodes. Its a Gilmore Girls thing.) I am filled to bursting with high hopes for Heroes continuation, although as with all things in network television I also have stomach-churning dread that it could turn awful at any moment. The network has apparently already intervened and tampered with the sexuality of secondary character Zach (friend and confidante of the Cheerleader, Claire Bennet), which doesn't bode well. Nothing gold can stay, but a man can dream...
And I know these things are ultimately trivial. But in more ways than one, there's a lot to look forward to in 2007.
As an aside, I had a pretty rocking New Year's Eve at human_typhoon's place. I had good friends around me, and people I had just met who seemed perfectly friendly and pleasant. And I got drunk. Really drunk. In point of fact I am considering the possibility that I got too drunk, which is kind of a big deal for me. But I digress.
Websnark is back. demiurgent has explicitly stated a goal of daily content in 2007. (I'd settle for less and would like to write an entry here every M-F, but I'm not calling that a New Year's resolution or anything.) Of course, he's claimed that he was back before. And you know what they say about the best laid plans: just look at Gossamer Commons, which started with (in theory) a perfectly reasonable buffer. Am I willing to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway? Of course I am. As a big fan I always have been. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Let Burns Be Burns.
Narbonic is over. I was a latecomer to the Narbonic party. Despite demiurgent declaring it his favorite strip I've been reading it regularly for less than a year. And yet its closing had a pretty strong emotional impact for me, stronger than I suspect the forthcoming conclusion to For Better Or For Worse will. Which is weird, given that I've been reading Lynn Johnston for as long as I can remember. Part of the problem is that FBOFW has become so exceedingly predictable. The fire has forced Michael & Deanna to move into his parent's house; only a few months earlier John & Elly discussed moving themselves to a smaller house once April started university. Is there anyone who doesn't see where this is going? The son becomes the father. Ho hum.
Honestly the reason I keep reading might well be the shred of hope that Liz won't marry Anthony after all. I know it won't happen, I know their coming together is inevitable. That plot thread has become a lumbering, crashingly unsubtle thing, each advancement like the footfalls of a giant, wreaking havoc on what seemed to be a perfectly serene landscape and leaving heart-wrenching devastation in its wake. (Have I mentioned I don't like Anthony?) But it will end, this year I think, and I suspect Narbonic: Director's Cut will take its place in my heart. shaenon is every bit as dependable as a newspaper daily, after all. And even though I know how the story ends, I can spend the next few year's catching up on the wonderful little details I may have missed during my frantic marathon archive trawls.
In other news, Doctor Who is back, in more ways than one. Christmas marked the arrival of the second new series Christmas special, The Runaway Bride. I enjoyed it immensely, as much for the thirty-second series three trailer at the end of the broadcast as for the show itself. I look forward to seeing more of David Tennant as the tenth Doctor continues to develop. And yesterday the two-part finale for Torchwood aired, which I have begun downloading and will be watching at my earliest convenience. I have it on good authority that (SPOILER WARNING) the TARDIS-noise makes a cameo at the end of the series finale.
And Doctor Who alumnus (and ninth Doctor) Christopher Eccleston will be returning with Heroes on January 22nd, apparently playing a hero with invisibility powers who will become a mentor figure to Peter Petrelli (who human_typhoon insists on referring to as Jess, much as I did for the first few episodes. Its a Gilmore Girls thing.) I am filled to bursting with high hopes for Heroes continuation, although as with all things in network television I also have stomach-churning dread that it could turn awful at any moment. The network has apparently already intervened and tampered with the sexuality of secondary character Zach (friend and confidante of the Cheerleader, Claire Bennet), which doesn't bode well. Nothing gold can stay, but a man can dream...
And I know these things are ultimately trivial. But in more ways than one, there's a lot to look forward to in 2007.