adventures with British television

So there I was, sitting on the couch after Daziel and Pascoe, feeling sort of guilty that I wasn't doing my assignments but also loath to move from watching whodunnits with Mum. Along comes Jonathon Creek.

I am still wondering how a television show that incorporated a hilarious plotline about a pugnacious drunk dwarf being eaten by a python expected us to take the main mystery at all seriously. Pure crack. Brilliant. *managed to work out two of the major twists before they were revealed, ha ha!*

( Name thingo )

Speaking of merrily buying entire series on DVD (of course we were, you just missed it) - I am now the proud owner of all of Firefly, and am treating myself to a daily dose of Mal-and-Inara. LOVE.

List, because I am in a semi-masochistic mood and because listmaking is a timehonoured form of procrastination:

Things That Must Be Done This Weekend

* Core line maths work *collapses* Took me a couple of solid hours. Ugh.
* Extension line maths work
* Chem log book entry
* Physics reading & homework
* English oral - time, edit and polish. Will involve large amounts of cutting *winces*
* English creative - finish and footnote. Wah.

I am wavering between scrapping my creative altogether and kind of liking it. Worried about how little it actually has to do with The Duchess of Malfi, but meh, I can discount this semester of English anyway. Snippets from said creative for perusal and/or feedback by any interested parties:

( In which Fahye Bullshits Backstory for Bosola )

In other news, my paid account time has finally run out and my icons have passed into the shadows. Woe.