It’s Not Horrible

What makes a day rock? I’ll tell you what, a new anything from Joss Whedon. And if that includes singing all the better! Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog is up and running (it works in the UK now, so I can stop grumbling about it), the first act is here for all to see. You don’t really need to know what it’s about, I didn’t, I just watched it and smiled and fell a little bit more in love with Nathan Fillion (although he’s not in this one much), noted my geekiness when I realised the female lead is Vi (Vi!) from Buffy and kinda marvelled at how good Neil Patrick Harris is. I need to watch that again. The second part is up on Thursday, the third and final part on Saturday. Watch it!!

Enough of this geekdom. I’m having my injections for Guatemala later. Not looking forward to it, but at least I am only working half a day.

Ultimate Fighting Champion

Today I am one big, sore, bruised shadow of a person. Why? Because I am crazy and last night went to Krav Maga for the first time since the induction class ooh…seven months ago (am crap). Bruises seem to be materialising out of thin air while I’m just sitting here. I have one on my wrist, one on my forearm, one on my knee I keep hitting when I cross my legs. Note to self: Stop crossing legs! Although, to be fair to Krav Maga, the majority of my bruises right now are from the bed at the Hotel du Vin. The one bad thing about it was the wooden trim I kept smacking my shins into. Those bruises are meaty.

I was kind of dreading going, while at the same time wanting to, because I had left it so long, and because doing new things is always scary. Plus, I am generally rubbish at anything remotely sporty, and have no coordination whatsoever, so being me in one of these classes is hard, and often humiliating. It was all right though. I got partnered with the only other girl there, and she probably weighed about 100 pounds and proceeded to beat the shit out of me for a bit, and then I got to do the same to her. After my wrists started to swell up the instructor said ‘Oh, would you like some pads?’ I could have tried to be all tough and said no, but I said ‘Yes, for the love of god yes!’ And almost wept with relief. I have never had swollen wrists, I looked all odd.

It was tempting to give up and go home. The quitter in me was all ‘This is hard, let’s go home and watch telly instead’, and the fighter in me was all ‘Shut up Quitter! We’ll be as buff as Buffy if it kills us!’ And so we stayed. We (as in the class, I don’t always refer to myself as more than one person) learned some kicks and blocks and then self defense moves, so if anyone ever grabs my arm I can get away in one beautiful sweeping motion. Or stand there going ‘Er…hang on a minute, wait, I’m just trying to remember…’ while they bludgeon me to death.

Today I am exhausted, as I was last night, but I didn’t sleep very well even so and am a bit of a zombie now. But I will go back. I am going to try and go at least once a month, and twice if I can be remotely motivated. Not next week though, I’m busy next week…

World in a Spin

For the past couple of days I’ve been feeling a little like I have fallen head first into some sort of awful parallel universe, where up is down, left is right, and not a whole lot makes sense. As a Buffy fan I suppose I should make some comment about a hell dimension, but wasn’t Joss fairly pointed in his ideas on Hell on Earth? I digress. But then I do that a lot.

So Boris Johnson is the new Mayor of London. I am hoping once again that my initial views on this will be squashed, that I will eat my words, that he will not make nearly as big a mess of things as I am anticipating. But really I want to scream ‘London, what were you thinking!?’ Yes he’s amusing, yes I can understand why people have little faith in Ken, but come on, have we not seen first hand that giving a buffoon some power leads to no good? So yes, attempting to remain open minded, not really succeeding.

As for other things, well, in the past two days certain ideas have been reinforced. Bad things happen to good people. This we know. But bad things usually happen to good people you don’t know, and have never met. If we felt for every stranger we saw on the news we’d all go insane. It’s a selfish act of self preservation, but it’s there nonetheless. Seeing people’s names on the news that you know? Well, that does hurt. And hit home. And it will never make sense to me.

Perhaps rewatching season 6 of Buffy was just not the best idea. However, there are things that make other things seem a little better:

* It’s a bank holiday. No work today. Sunday was actually less of a downer than usual, as I loved knowing I had another day of sloth ahead of me.

* Pepperidge Farm cookies. My friend knows me well. They have come far, but soon they will be in my tummy. Best place for them, oh yes.

* Films. Gone Baby Gone was excellent but I really should be a detective because I am still figuring things out way before these so called experts in the movies.

* Potential new TV show in the form of Gossip Girl. ITV2 is having a marathon today to catch up so I think I will give it a go.

* My birthday is looming. I will be going home that weekend and I’m looking forward to it.

* It’s only a four day week, which I can surely get through, yes?

Excuse Me While I Squee

Oooh mini happy dance despite constant headache of doom because…

(and spoilers here for Buffy Season 8 comic for anyone who cares about such things)

Heroes & Villains

The second season of Heroes has come to an abrupt end, or is on ‘hiatus’, depending on the writer’s strike and how you choose to look at it.

Heroes got off to a shaky start with its new season, and creator Tim Kring does a better job of summing up its problems here although I will still give it a go.

Major spoilers for the end of season 2 here.

Oh Joy to the World!!!

Sadly this is not joy that I have woken up able to breathe properly. No, I am still at home, still in bed, rather shocked it is past 1pm and I have been awake all of an hour. Well, I did set my alarm to get up to go to work this morning (and I woke up at 6am for ages too). I wandered to the bathroom and back, fell back in bed and decided, really, what was the point in going to work to sit at my desk like a wet rag all day? None right? It makes much more sense to stay home and get better properly. I am over my guilt. I am also very very warm. I thought the heating was still on, but no, it’s me.

Anyway, on to the joy! My most favourite writer of the tv area, a Mr Joss Whedon, is doing another tv show!!!! Oh yay oh yay. Now, I should not get my hopes up that this will in any way come close to the brilliance that was Buffy, but still, compared to some of the shit out there right now (cough Moonlight cough), this has got to be above and beyond awesome. Oh the Whedon Wit back on my television. Sigh. All I know at the moment is it’s to be called Dollhouse, that Eliza Dushku will be in it (Ha, possibly having realised her mistake at going for Tru Calling instead of the Faith series) as Echo, and “When not imprinted with a personality package, Echo and the others are basically mind-wiped, living like children in a futuristic dorm/lab, with no memory of their assignments – or of much else.” This doesn’t give me much to go on, but I am hooked. When is it out, oh when!!??

Um…should I be afraid that I seem to be under attack from the evil form of Lady Birds? Apparently they are Harlequins and I have found two in my room in the last 24 hours, one is currently on my blind. Where are they coming from and how are they getting in here? I was kind and let the other one go out the window…will this one be as lucky…?