Geeze I hate the West Wing. I was all happy and geekified watching Enterprise and then boom, my mom wants to watch West Wing. I can’t believe people like this show. Sure, they spend oodles on fancy cameras and sets, and yet, their writing is crap. Have you noticed how *all* of the characters speak exactly the same way? They always speak quickly, they interrupt, and they all retort in the same ‘witty’ way. Next time you watch the show keep that in mind and you’ll see what I mean. Beyond that, have you watched old reruns of Sports Night recently? Compare the character types – they’re exactly the same, just in different settings. The blonde girl in West Wing is exactly like the girl in Sports Night that was also in Sliders. Martin Sheen’s the black guy. It’s just plain stupid.
Anyway, enough ranting. This cold is seriously bugging me. Today I watched the 39 Steps (the 1935 Alfred Hitchcock version), then I watched my favorite movie, ‘Daddy Long Legs’ on tv. I *love* that movie. It’s my dream personified, although I’m not sure Fred Astaire is my dream man. I’d like certain traits of his, but not everything. Anyway, this isn’t making any sense and I have no idea why I’m talking about it.
My email inbox is piling up again. Drat.
Looks like I’ll be going back to London later this month, this time with my dad. He got permission from work to go check out some “site” in Portsmouth, so I’ll be tagging along in order to check out Courtauld. I’m excited about it, I’m just hoping I’ll be able to stay longer. I’m still trying to work that out with my parents. I’ve got lots of things to do! Pizzas to eat, chocolate to buy, gaps to mind, and Alastair’s parents to meet. It’ll be all too much fun. As long as my passport doesn’t expire. It expires some time in June I recently discovered, and they may pose a problem. If I can take a photocopy of it to an American embassy in Europe to get an immediate reissued passport, and yet I can’t get one on my own soil. Talk about silly.
I’ve got to get back to doing whatever it was I was doing. Good Night.