I have been following, with horror, the serial murders in and around Washington DC.
I had no idea what to say until Cameron said it for me.
I’m sitting at the desk in front of the Dean of Mathematics’ office, during a brief lull of activity. The Dean’s secretary is away on vacation, and so the rest of us are taking turns filling in. Not a promotion, exactly, but at least I have windows to look out of this afternoon.
I am enjoying this job. There are a lot of little tasks that keep coming in. They keep me busy and are a good variety to keep me from getting bored. More importantly, I’ve helped to reduce the workload of my co-workers, so I feel as though I am making a difference. That is a good thing.
I finally caught up with Buffy yesterday, and was able to compare it to the season premier of Angel. Buffy’s episode wasn’t spectacular, but it was solid and well played. I got a chuckle over poor Dawn being paralyzed, and I got a good case of the Willies watching the demon eat poor Willow’s skin. Yuk!
Angel had more action in it, and the episode generally clicked. Angel’s hallucinations were well handled, and I was very impressed by Fred’s attack on Connor. She can be scary when she wants to be. Don’t tick her off! Wolfram & Hart are probably going to become a bigger problem for Angel now that Lyla is in control; I couldn’t help but love the way she went over her boss’s head (or, just under it, as it were).
Angel’s final speech with Connor treaded the line, but worked. It wasn’t too long or too sappy, and it ended on a high note. Overall, I’d rate the episode as stronger, where it not for the fact that comparing a season premiere with a third episode is somewhat akin to comparing apples with oranges.
And now, because I feel like it, is a Friday Five…
1. If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?
Speaking as someone who has over 200 CDs in his collection, I might not pick the single best CD, but the one CD that wouldn’t give me cause to hate it on its 500th time through my CD player. I might choose สัตว์ใต้ท้องทะเลthe Oh Brother, Where Art Thou soundtrack, or I could buy one of those CD players that play MP3s and burn about 100 mp3 songs on a single CD. That should take care of my CD shortage.
If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?
If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?
If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?
Chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh bread and orange juice.
If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?
Well, my wife, obviously. And my parents (that’s two). We’ll follow that up with Martin, and then the Internet.
The Internet is not a person, you say? Try telling that to Erin.