Eight PM and I've already cleared my flists....now what am I gonna do? *twiddles thumbs and ignores the fact she should be doing housework...*
Maybe now's a good time to mention a creative-type idea I had a while back; I have the entire run of Sports Night on mp3, and it occurs to me that it would be possible to piece together at least a snippet of conversation from the source material. Maybe even a small story, in a similar way to that game from 'Who's Line Is It Anyway?' where they talk only in song titles. One of the things I love to do is editing, both audio and video.
So, any SN fans on my flist want to suggest a conversation I could piece together? Reminders of where the quotes are would also be helpful.
I also have a number of Josh Charles's movies, and the first three seasons of Six Feet Under. I do not intend to go out and get Desperate Housewives, Sliders, Numb3rs and The West Wing to give me more to work with, but if people want to send me mp3's from those shows to integrate into the story? I would not object.
Oh and as an aside - I'd be grateful if Torchwood writers would realise that Splott's not the only suburb in Cardiff. Sure, it's a shit-tip and likely to be a popular place for intergalactic detrius, but so are Grangetown and Butetown - and that's only the places within walking distance of the Hub itself, which Splott is not. A little research here, people? Please?
And, despite what the Estate Agents claim, it is 'S-plot', not 'Sp-low'! *shakes head*
Finally got the contractor around to check out my faulty shower tonight. He's confirmed the unit needs replacing so, because of my working hours, they're supposed to be calling back a week Friday, when Rowan's school's closed again for teacher-training. *crosses fingers* I also need to get back onto the Council tomorrow about the drains - there is no way in hell I'm giving up a single day of Rowan's half-term break waiting in for workmen, thank you very much. I already have an unexpected appointment to keep on the Tuesday. *sigh*
Rowan went to play with Rafael while I waited in for the contractor, so I had to head back out to collect him afterwards. Had a lovely cuddle with Maria's kitten Benny, then Maria asked me if I could talk to the Royal Mail for her on the phone. She sent her eldest son - who's in the last few months of compulsory military service in Portugal - a very important letter and they're fretting that it hasn't arrived yet, despite being sent by registered mail. Maria's English is shaky at best, and she seems to have had a row with her middle son's girlfriend, so she needed my help. Thankfully I wasn't required to do all that much explaining to the agent on the phone, so my stammer wasn't an issue and we managed to work out that they tried to deliver it yesterday, but no-one was home to sign for it. Maria was very relieved!
I wonder how Rowan's gonna react when they move away in a couple of weeks...
I'm being good about watching the baseball till silly hours, at the moment. I went to bed last night at eleven, while the game was still in the eighth inning. I knew the Dominican Republic were gonna hand Venezuela their arses again anyway.
Of course, I can't promise I'll be this good when the Mariners are playing. Or the Orioles! *grins*