It's raining with steady determination here at the moment (hardly a surprise, in November in the UK), and what I really, really feel like doing is taking my laptop and spending the day sat in a coffee shop. I'm going to see if I can take this Friday off, to do just that. I hope it's still raining by then.
I'm also thinking about going ice skating. I love it (even though I sometimes end up with bruises when friends take me down with them,
secretrebel ;-) ), but I very rarely go. A lot of great places open up ice rinks in the winter, here - so I could go skating outside the Tower of London, or the Natural History Museum, for example.
I watched Solitudes last night, in preparation for
redial_the_gate tomorrow. Damn I love that one (although I'm curious as to how much they broke science with Daniel and Siler's explanation of wormhole physics). I rewatched Enigma, too, belatedly. I like Omoc. He's very honest - and his disapproving expressions make me laugh. Narim, however, I find borderline repellant. I feel like he'd be very controlling, were Sam to actually get into a relationship with him - in a "Why don't you wear this? You'd look lovely in it," sort of way. Ugh. I'd like to know what someone else - Janet, Daniel, or Vala, maybe - would have made of his emotion recording device. And how accurate is it? Does it record every emotion? Will she get a mish-mash of 'Samanthalookslikeanangel/thiscathaslovelysoftfur/i'dlikeasandwich'? Or is it
editable? Creepy. I would run a mile, I tell ya.
So, yeah - as you can probably tell, I haven't really got anything to say. I just felt like I'd not been posting in a while. :)
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Ack, yes, about Narim. Really, how patronising? Gah. I would be hard-pressed not to tell him where to shove it, if I was told, "What your mind doesn't know, your heart fills in."
a.k.a. "You're very sweet, but still retarded"
Smooooooth, Narim.
I think we bought a sledge (after many years on binbags) a few years back, and it hasn't snowed enough to use it since (but I will give Leicestershire this - it's hilly enough that the snow isn't so much of a necessity as merely... preferred). It sits in my parent's shed a lot. Whereas Liverpool... snow isn't as much fun in a city. I ended up on my arse at least once last year.