I've watched Red Dwarf approximately twenty-seven times. All of the series and Smeg-Ups. Now t'yoong man is watching them all again too, on top of my twenty-seven viewings.
I am so very bored (and boring) at the moment. My biggest achievements for the entire weekend are multiple loaves of bread. I had my hand on the pre-sliced, rust-proof, easy-to handle loaf of Wonder White in the shop (love that fibre) and thought it wasn't quite as bouncy as fresh bread ought to be. Thus, this weekend has been a festival of hand-made, hard to toast (look at the size of that thing!), crusty bread. (Cut the chatter, Red 2).
Other than that the house looks like something out of a zombie movie - plaster dust everywhere and the continual small pieces of kipple that have accumulated over the last two months of renovating the bathroom. Any minute now I'll buy a real sheep and we'll be complete (and it's pretty unlikely some robot woman will toss said sheep off the roof in revenge).
There are rather a lot more references to science fiction in this post than usual, but so it goes; at least I don't browbeat people with geekdom: "why would anyone have to ask that?"
It might be all geek to me as well, but believe it or not, there are fully functioning members of society out there who have no clue about Star Wars, Trek or -ship Troopers. Fully functioning. Imagine that.
Well before I start sobbing into my keyboard over the waste, I believe I'll take my crap mood elsewhere. Thanks for reading. I really, really appreciate it.
