Watching this just makes me want tea.

I was getting all packed to leave for Iowa today instead of Saturday. And so I still intend. BUT then the kids' nanny arrived with All Creatures Great and Small Series 1 for them to watch, and a quick, desultory wiki revealed that if I watched a little bit I could see young!Peter Davison. And here I am, dorkily watching.

...though I admit to being a trifle O_O over the cheerful piano tune playing while a man stuck his entire forearm up a cow's rear and drew it out (smearily). Oh British television. You're different. All these animals seem remarkably chill with all the probing that goes on in this show.

Yorkshire accents are really interesting. Everyone remember when Rock Bridge did Secret Garden the Musical? Guys. If it's wick? It'll grow. LIFE LESSONS. That was maybe the worst thing that has ever happened to me musical wise, excepting that traveling production of Cats I saw as a child in the basketball stadium.

No wait. I forgot the Rock Bridge production of Brigadoon.

Luckily I have History Boys, the Trials of Oscar Wilde, and some Who audios to occupy me for the duration of the miserably boring drive there and back.

*EDIT*

Bitchy!Debauched!Smoking!Doing-A-Yorkshire-Accent-to-Punk-Someone!Peter Davison is my new favorite thing ever!!

*EDIT x2*

Aaaaaan now he's petulant and shirtless and wet and covered in blood? I loathe photomanips and even I'm wondering why there's no manips. I mean a manip of that would inevitably be too h-c0r for me, but don't manipers eat that for breakfast and ask for second helpings and then come back the next day?

*Moar Edit*

Smoking!Sulky!Labcoat!Davison should roxs0r every face off.

Watching this just makes me want tea.

I was getting all packed to leave for Iowa today instead of Saturday. And so I still intend. BUT then the kids' nanny arrived with All Creatures Great and Small Series 1 for them to watch, and a quick, desultory wiki revealed that if I watched a little bit I could see young!Peter Davison. And here I am, dorkily watching.

...though I admit to being a trifle O_O over the cheerful piano tune playing while a man stuck his entire forearm up a cow's rear and drew it out (smearily). Oh British television. You're different. All these animals seem remarkably chill with all the probing that goes on in this show.

Yorkshire accents are really interesting. Everyone remember when Rock Bridge did Secret Garden the Musical? Guys. If it's wick? It'll grow. LIFE LESSONS. That was maybe the worst thing that has ever happened to me musical wise, excepting that traveling production of Cats I saw as a child in the basketball stadium.

No wait. I forgot the Rock Bridge production of Brigadoon.

Luckily I have History Boys, the Trials of Oscar Wilde, and some Who audios to occupy me for the duration of the miserably boring drive there and back.

*EDIT*

Bitchy!Debauched!Smoking!Doing-A-Yorkshire-Accent-to-Punk-Someone!Peter Davison is my new favorite thing ever!!

*EDIT x2*

Aaaaaan now he's petulant and shirtless and wet and covered in blood? I loathe photomanips and even I'm wondering why there's no manips. I mean a manip of that would inevitably be too h-c0r for me, but don't manipers eat that for breakfast and ask for second helpings and then come back the next day?

*Moar Edit*

Smoking!Sulky!Labcoat!Davison should roxs0r every face off.

Aw.

Okay, hot, snarky Peter Davison aside (THOUGH THAT IS HARD TO PUT ASIDE, GUYS), I do really find this All Creatures Great and Small show ungodly cute. The snarking between the veterinary assistant and Tristan Fannon is epic, I LOVE the housemaid (and Mrs. Harbottle: bookkeeper/nemesis), the sky-blue roadster, the ludicrousness that is Tricky Woo and the assistant's cute little love interest.

Seigfried Fannon is gold as well. Aaaand end of disc. Must shower and drive 3.5 hrd. Mh. Do not want.

Aw.

Okay, hot, snarky Peter Davison aside (THOUGH THAT IS HARD TO PUT ASIDE, GUYS), I do really find this All Creatures Great and Small show ungodly cute. The snarking between the veterinary assistant and Tristan Fannon is epic, I LOVE the housemaid (and Mrs. Harbottle: bookkeeper/nemesis), the sky-blue roadster, the ludicrousness that is Tricky Woo and the assistant's cute little love interest.

Seigfried Fannon is gold as well. Aaaand end of disc. Must shower and drive 3.5 hrd. Mh. Do not want.

Very nearly a meme

Instead of having the ungodly number of tabs open, for amusement and posterity I will just tell you all what they are in order on the queue. I can thus easily come back to them, and you can see that I am more of a dork than even you realized. Plus these tabs are getting ridiculous.

1) The Best Enemies Intro Post: I've been meaning to follow up on melannen comments on radial projections as a way of conveying information and how a telepathic race might develop language for an age.
2) The last b_e discussion post, because I've not even had a chance to look at the last few of these/the last few ep watches b/c I've been ungodly busy, and I promised myself that this week I'd read/comment.
3) The poem 'Morelity' by Robert Wrigley in a contemporary poetry appreciation lj com I'm prevaricating over joining.
4) My Gmail inbox--always open, usually almost unfailingly at the head of the queue b/c I'm slightly OCD.
5) An article from the Jerusalem Post about Israel finally creating a National Immigration Authority.
6) The Wiki article on the British Conflict with Zionism (Prison camps on Cyprus? Really, Britain? I'm sure that wasn't creepy for Holocaust survivors, or the most insensitive response in the history of tactlessness or anything...), for context.
6) The latest Dinosaur Comic, about the Spoken English Great Vowel Shift.
7) The RapidShare Index File for downloading Avatar Series 3 (Sorry, she posted it under f-lock, and I'd best respect that. Tell me if you want it.).
8) Kept Man Part I by aralias , which I need to look at when I'm not exhausted to formulate Some Substantive Thought on that isn't 'omg the bit with the 'us' <3 <3 <3'.
9) The wiki on aforementioned poet Robert Wrigley.
10) My own flist, specifically on the officialgaiman post re: the annoyance that is Jewish High Holidays falling in the High Publishing Season.
11) This post.

Tomorrow you're getting extended squee over History Boys and Waiting for Godot (ahaha, you're waiting for me to talk about Waiting for Godot and it's never going to happen--except it is. Tomorrow. No for real. Probably.). o_O I'm just too tired to really think right now. Yet I can't sleep. CUE FAT HAM HAM WAH!

...also, I seem WAY Jewish in this post. I'm not actuall all that terribly. Weird.

But speaking of! Someone remind me to get my kibbutz/assignment pinned down by the end of the week, please--it doesn't actually have to be, but I'd /like/ if the date was set--I'm thinking drive up with Molly, see people in Boston--if possible grab a lunch? Chinatown bus to NY, maybe see people there, probably see if can finagle the connector flight with an ample layover in Heathrow b/c I'm going to be so damn tired I'll need to sleep the night at my Uncle's or go batshit, and I'd like to see the denizens of London/the city again, and then probably Tel Aviv on one of those long horrible cheap Air India-esque things? I /think/ everyone flies into Tel Aviv, anyway.

While I'm (initially, at least) aiming for the Israeli stars with Azure *eyeroll b/c not going to happen*, I'm thinking the first, rough American-published article--dry, non-experiential, might be a good fit for Communities. And then why not try to see if the more experiential *essay* is doable for the Seneca Review? John D'Agata still edits that, and perhaps it's better to be gently rejected by someone who's terribly fond of you than by a stranger.

At least I have a proper publishing credit now. I may hate the magazine, and my article therein, but it is *a magazine.*

EDIT:


Y'know, pulling in two ENTIRELY disparate directions, n+1 might like a think piece on this, and Believer might like a more snarky/journalistic take.

Pfft. If all else fails the fracking CoMoTrib... *shakes head*

Very nearly a meme

Instead of having the ungodly number of tabs open, for amusement and posterity I will just tell you all what they are in order on the queue. I can thus easily come back to them, and you can see that I am more of a dork than even you realized. Plus these tabs are getting ridiculous.

1) The Best Enemies Intro Post: I've been meaning to follow up on melannen comments on radial projections as a way of conveying information and how a telepathic race might develop language for an age.
2) The last b_e discussion post, because I've not even had a chance to look at the last few of these/the last few ep watches b/c I've been ungodly busy, and I promised myself that this week I'd read/comment.
3) The poem 'Morelity' by Robert Wrigley in a contemporary poetry appreciation lj com I'm prevaricating over joining.
4) My Gmail inbox--always open, usually almost unfailingly at the head of the queue b/c I'm slightly OCD.
5) An article from the Jerusalem Post about Israel finally creating a National Immigration Authority.
6) The Wiki article on the British Conflict with Zionism (Prison camps on Cyprus? Really, Britain? I'm sure that wasn't creepy for Holocaust survivors, or the most insensitive response in the history of tactlessness or anything...), for context.
6) The latest Dinosaur Comic, about the Spoken English Great Vowel Shift.
7) The RapidShare Index File for downloading Avatar Series 3 (Sorry, she posted it under f-lock, and I'd best respect that. Tell me if you want it.).
8) Kept Man Part I by aralias , which I need to look at when I'm not exhausted to formulate Some Substantive Thought on that isn't 'omg the bit with the 'us' <3 <3 <3'.
9) The wiki on aforementioned poet Robert Wrigley.
10) My own flist, specifically on the officialgaiman post re: the annoyance that is Jewish High Holidays falling in the High Publishing Season.
11) This post.

Tomorrow you're getting extended squee over History Boys and Waiting for Godot (ahaha, you're waiting for me to talk about Waiting for Godot and it's never going to happen--except it is. Tomorrow. No for real. Probably.). o_O I'm just too tired to really think right now. Yet I can't sleep. CUE FAT HAM HAM WAH!

...also, I seem WAY Jewish in this post. I'm not actuall all that terribly. Weird.

But speaking of! Someone remind me to get my kibbutz/assignment pinned down by the end of the week, please--it doesn't actually have to be, but I'd /like/ if the date was set--I'm thinking drive up with Molly, see people in Boston--if possible grab a lunch? Chinatown bus to NY, maybe see people there, probably see if can finagle the connector flight with an ample layover in Heathrow b/c I'm going to be so damn tired I'll need to sleep the night at my Uncle's or go batshit, and I'd like to see the denizens of London/the city again, and then probably Tel Aviv on one of those long horrible cheap Air India-esque things? I /think/ everyone flies into Tel Aviv, anyway.

While I'm (initially, at least) aiming for the Israeli stars with Azure *eyeroll b/c not going to happen*, I'm thinking the first, rough American-published article--dry, non-experiential, might be a good fit for Communities. And then why not try to see if the more experiential *essay* is doable for the Seneca Review? John D'Agata still edits that, and perhaps it's better to be gently rejected by someone who's terribly fond of you than by a stranger.

At least I have a proper publishing credit now. I may hate the magazine, and my article therein, but it is *a magazine.*

EDIT:


Y'know, pulling in two ENTIRELY disparate directions, n+1 might like a think piece on this, and Believer might like a more snarky/journalistic take.

Pfft. If all else fails the fracking CoMoTrib... *shakes head*