How is it Friday again? I've spent the last two weeks alternating between being very busy (work, friends and wine) and being very lazy (um, more wine). Yesterday, I had a sofa day and, exhausted from the sheer effort of it, I fell asleep in the afternoon, without even bothering to move away the book I was reading (Snuff). I have never fallen asleep on a book before.

I have also been indulging my current Jamie Bamber obsession and watching Battlestar Galactica.

First, the important question: What is Dumbledore doing in the Quorum of Twelve?



Seriously, what? And is there fic?

Apart from that, I am bored. Halfway in into the second season, and not one of the characters has managed to grip me. Not one. I kinda like Boomer. I am watching it solely for Jamie Bamber (not Lee Adama) whom I have come to like a lot as long as he doesn't take his clothes off. I don't like the pumped-up muscles look at all, but he does have a good face; it's so expressive. I could watch a show with Jamie Bamber reacting to stuff other people say and not get bored.

A friend of mine gave me the DVDs and the advice to stop watching it after the second season. He loved seasons 1+2 (I don't), considering them some of the best science fiction television ever, but the ending made him furious, what with it being All About God (so he says, I haven't seen the ending yet). He instantly tried to flog his entire BG collection on eBay but couldn't find a buyer due to the adult rating (apparently).

I was annoyed about it being All About God as early as the second episode. Had I not spoiled myself, I could have fooled myself into thinking that the whole prophecy and salvation thing is a red herring and that the show is more nihilistic than that. But as it is, it's All About God and the military - two of my least favourite concepts. Plus, I still don't understand why they censored "fuck". The word they use in its stead is used exactly like "fuck", it sounds similar to "fuck" and everyone knows what it's supposed to mean. What's the point? It annoys me more than it rightfully should.

And Commander Adama and the President have two of the most annoying voices/speech patterns I've ever heard.

My love for Jamie Bamber must be very strong indeed, considering I'm still watching. Most of the time, though, I'm not actively annoyed. Just mildly bored. But I usually do something useful whilst watching, like ironing or working out, so it's not a complete waste of time.

I have also watched the first four or five episodes of the second season of Downton Abbey. I watched it with my friend N., who, like myself, likes that sort of stuff. And guess what? We were so bored. And annoyed. "Oh dear god, not the being-oh-so-understanding thing again!" N. would exclaim in anguish over and over again. "This is even worse than the first season," as she summed up the watching experience.

So, yeah, successful television experience all round. Luckily, my friend Colin is coming over tonight to catch a break from his parental leave that drives him round the bend. He's bringing wine, so we will get drunk and talk about the good old days of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.

Is this the most optimistic and upbeat post on your flist today? Y/Y

Seeing as a big part of my data (shows! films!) might be lost, I need something to cheer self up. Fortunately, I made some caps before my disk died, which I can now use to discuss a deeply disturbing fetish:

Anyone who's followed this LJ for a little while might have noticed that I use it primary to talk about my crushes on fictional characters. And apparently, in many instances what gets me crushing is period clothing. - Give the man a cravat and boots, and I'm his.

( Case in point )

So, I've been fandom-hopping lately, never staying long enough to get involved with a new fandom and only checking them out superficially. And so I don't have much to say with profound fannish contents and instead I've made some screencaps. They are brought to you by a realisation that had dawned after I've been watching Life on Mars. A trend has been developing that is as unexpected as it is alarming: I realised that I found Gene Hunt quite irresistible. - An, to use Sam's famous quote, "overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding" - and that despite the fact that I've always thought I like the skinny, fragile artsy types. And then I realised that it had happened before, when I was watching Blackpool, where the sleazy, sexist homophobe Ripley Holden quite managed to charm me. It wasn't much of a stretch to draw the parallels, and to illustrate my point, I've made screencaps of the relevant scenes. The post is quite picture-heavy (30+), but it's got some nakedness and chest-touching as redeeming features.

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