Monday morning
The throat thing seems to be easing (but it hasn't gone). Unfortunately, the sinusitis it triggered (helped by the con hotel's aircon and the smoking section smack in the middle of the lobby) isn't. Not much, anyway. The bit of irrigation with warm water I managed yesterday helped, and I can at least focus with both eyes now, but it remains not good.
Not good... Which makes me think of Doctor Who. I wish someone would buy RTD a dictionary which included the word logic. I saw some of Doctor Who Confidential, and I can't help thinking that a lot of the problem with the new series was summed up by the attitude of the bloke who referred to all the science fiction nonsense going on around the characters. I did make a quiet Eeep! when I saw (and, yes, recognised, and before the Doctor said anything, too!) the Macra. I know there are all these stories about kids hiding behind the sofa to watch the programme. I never did, I loved it all... But the Macra were the monsters which did scare the willies out of me. (I was very pissed off years later to discover that The Macra Terror had been wiped!) But why bring the Macra back only to have them lurking at the bottom of the city snapping mindlessly at passing air cars? What a waste of time... (Not even going to think about things like How did they get there? Especially if they have devolved into unintelligent brutes? How did the Doctor know they had devolved from one quick glance out the bottom of a car?)
Anyway, things to do today! Including getting the T-shirt ordered for sharikkamur (tried to do that last week, but the shop was shut when I got there; it does seem to keep irregular hours). Plus, some artwork to look at. If I can stop coughing, anyway.
Not good... Which makes me think of Doctor Who. I wish someone would buy RTD a dictionary which included the word logic. I saw some of Doctor Who Confidential, and I can't help thinking that a lot of the problem with the new series was summed up by the attitude of the bloke who referred to all the science fiction nonsense going on around the characters. I did make a quiet Eeep! when I saw (and, yes, recognised, and before the Doctor said anything, too!) the Macra. I know there are all these stories about kids hiding behind the sofa to watch the programme. I never did, I loved it all... But the Macra were the monsters which did scare the willies out of me. (I was very pissed off years later to discover that The Macra Terror had been wiped!) But why bring the Macra back only to have them lurking at the bottom of the city snapping mindlessly at passing air cars? What a waste of time... (Not even going to think about things like How did they get there? Especially if they have devolved into unintelligent brutes? How did the Doctor know they had devolved from one quick glance out the bottom of a car?)
Anyway, things to do today! Including getting the T-shirt ordered for sharikkamur (tried to do that last week, but the shop was shut when I got there; it does seem to keep irregular hours). Plus, some artwork to look at. If I can stop coughing, anyway.