Burblings ...
So it's Monday, and time to get back into the Real Work. I picked up my new contact lenses today, what fun! I can look at a computer screen without the left-hand lens spinning round and round on my eyeball! And I'll be getting new glasses, too, with spiffy modern frames.
The last week was spent totally recovering from the beginning of the year, reading one manuscript for feedback and giving it, reading another one that affects something else I'm doing, finishing up that Stargate short story, finalising the outline for the next Stargate novel, working out something else for another project, organising more research items for the next Rogue Agent adventure, cleaning up my horrible house, coping with a major crisis in the play (the leading man quit 6 weeks from opening, what fun), exercising, a bit of shopping ... and that was a quiet week!
Also, I totally resisted buying a puppy. A really gorgeous black version of my late darling Baxter. I was strong, I did not succumb. But I really really wanted to.
On Saturday night I saw the first ep of Season 4 New Who -- I love Donna so much -- and the season opening for BSG's last chapter. Loved that too. And caught up with friends and ate way too much good Chinese food, so where was the bad????
And yesterday, when I wasn't working through play stuff with the new leading man, I was watching the first season of Psych. And loving it.
What is Psych, I hear you ask?????
Well, it's a comedic mystery/crime show starring Kevin Roaday, who I didn't know, and Dule Hill, who was Charlie in The West Wing, and Corbin Bernson, who was Arnie in LA Law. The only reason I took a punt on the first season, sight unseen, was because of Dule Hill. And it was a good punt!
(I know, I know, download the first ep for a suck-it-and-see. And I would, if I knew how to download stuff. I'll get there eventually.)
This is very very very witty tv. The premise is that the main character is abnormally observant, a combination of talent and training from childhood by his cop father. He keeps on phoning in tips to the local cops and helping them solve crimes. When he's accused of being a criminal accomplice, he claims he's psychic and that's how he knows stuff. And so the charade goes on. He's in cahoots with his best friend from childhood -- played by Hill -- and the heart of the show is their relationship. It's a lot of fun, and I recommend it highly. It's not a grim and serious crime show, it's more in the vein of Moonlighting.
Also, I spent some time reading the biography of Rudolf Nureyev that I bought. Best bit:
Nureyev was a tad demanding and temperamental. While he was working with the Australian Ballet Company he decided he wasn't going to dance a bit from Swan Lake as a coda to the main performance, he was going to dance Le Corsair. Robert Helpmann said no, no, he'd be doing Swan Lake. No! Nureyev argued. I will dance Le Corsair. Well, said Helpmann, you dance what you like, Ducky, but the orchestra will be playing Swan Lake.
I laughed and laughed ...
And now that I've burbled, I must away and really get my head down. Much, much work to do between now and August, yikes! And August will be here before any of us know it!
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