My wife’s doing heaps of overtime this weekend, and I’ve been sat here staring at a spreadsheet for several hours trying to motivate myself. It’s due next week, time is short, and I’ll regret it if I don’t do it. Trouble is, I’ve already worked most evenings this week and it’s all beginning to catch up with me.
Quite clearly the thing to do is procrastinate!
We’ve belatedly been catching up with The Middleman, which is exactly the kind of cheesy, heightened-reality pop-culture-drenched romp that the world needs more of; it’s sort of what you’d get if The Avengers and Buffy Season 1 had a messy car accident. How can you not love a show in which the finale features an evil parallel universe, goatee beards and an impression of Snake Plissken from Escape from New York? Plus it apparently meets the bechdel rule. It’s *so* going to get cancelled.
Tonight sees the debut of the BBC’s Merlin in the Doctor Who / Robin Hood family slot. I’m not optimistic, but it does have Tony Head in it. And a dragon.
Thought for the Day: no matter how large or crowded the supermarket car park, someone is always trying to get into or out of the car right next to yours.