There a came a moment this morning, in between reading Battlestar Galactica fluff-fic and reading the daily correspondence, that the music on my iPod insinuated itself into my consciousness and I realized that, yes, I was listening to a Belle and Sebastian song about laundry. And that I was bopping along in my desk chair - it's the little things that add colour to our lives.
After I finished watching Rome last night (a disappointing episode except for Vorenus and Pullo and Octavia's weirdly matter-of-fact approach to her mother's latestatrocity adventure), I switched to Veronica Mars. After the horror of last week's promo, I was justifiably apprehensive but instead "There's Got to Be a Morning After Pill" turned out to be one of the best episodes of Veronica Mars ever, with the sneakiness, Father-Daughter hijinks, sly wit, continuity porn and fine writing and performances that I have come to expect from VM - certainly the best episode so far this season.
Now, if only they lure Wallace out of that motel he's locked himself in while teaching himself mechanical engineering...
After I finished watching Rome last night (a disappointing episode except for Vorenus and Pullo and Octavia's weirdly matter-of-fact approach to her mother's latest
Now, if only they lure Wallace out of that motel he's locked himself in while teaching himself mechanical engineering...