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captainsblogDear Cranky Old Guy at the Gym:
Forgive me. It's the one day I forgot my player and headphones, and it had to be a holiday with an early closing so I didn't have time to go back and get them. But why is this the day I wind up next to you on an elliptical with you huffing and puffing and half-counting out loud for 20 freakin' minutes?
Know how that other stuff you use tells you to tell your doctor if it makes you, um, more important for more than four hours? Same kinda concept here, only it's what I don't want to HEAR, rather than see, in this case.
Not a beautiful day in your neighborhood,
The guy on your right
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To the no fewer than three clients/opposing attorneys who called/faxed/emailed me today:
It's a holiday. Go remember something. I know, the one of you's in Canada. Remember that Victoria Day was a week ago today; close your eyes and think of Torchwood or something.
Cranky despite the fact that, yes, I did work too today (but didn't bother anyone else with it),
RCS, Esq.
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Two words, Moff: The huh?
I don't mean just what was THAT episode all about. I'm still not ready even to process all of that diversion and distraction and Plastic Fantastic Lover-y (or as one blogger put it, "Ugh. This is getting way too fleshy-weshy"), and I pretty much have to go back now and watch all six eps so far to have a prayer of figuring out where Ganger A. and Ganger D. may, or may not, have made previous appearances (along with spotting Eyepatch Lady and the weird hanging things and the 800 other odd clues I'm told are out there). If I'm lucky, I won't have to go back to LAST season, or to Nine or Five or Three and a Hawf to figure it all out.
No, I'm mainly huh-ing about this sudden fascination for cliffhangers, guy. I'd figured last week's would carry over once it was clear, 30-odd minutes in, that it wasn't going to wrap neat and Neil-like in the remaining few, but. Dropping the A-bomb in the final moments of this one and carrying it into next week? Which, I now know, will also be the halfway of a two-parter that won't wrap up until September?!? How wibbly-wobbly is THAT?
At least I've got Torchwood starting in July to keep my mind from being totally burned through by acid. I suppose I'd better pick up some backstory on THAT, since I haven't watched a speck of it outside the Nine-and-Rose setup of i-tall with Vicky Her Unamused Self back in Season One.
Bad wolf-ily yours,
Ray
Forgive me. It's the one day I forgot my player and headphones, and it had to be a holiday with an early closing so I didn't have time to go back and get them. But why is this the day I wind up next to you on an elliptical with you huffing and puffing and half-counting out loud for 20 freakin' minutes?
Know how that other stuff you use tells you to tell your doctor if it makes you, um, more important for more than four hours? Same kinda concept here, only it's what I don't want to HEAR, rather than see, in this case.
Not a beautiful day in your neighborhood,
The guy on your right
----
To the no fewer than three clients/opposing attorneys who called/faxed/emailed me today:
It's a holiday. Go remember something. I know, the one of you's in Canada. Remember that Victoria Day was a week ago today; close your eyes and think of Torchwood or something.
Cranky despite the fact that, yes, I did work too today (but didn't bother anyone else with it),
RCS, Esq.
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Two words, Moff: The huh?
I don't mean just what was THAT episode all about. I'm still not ready even to process all of that diversion and distraction and Plastic Fantastic Lover-y (or as one blogger put it, "Ugh. This is getting way too fleshy-weshy"), and I pretty much have to go back now and watch all six eps so far to have a prayer of figuring out where Ganger A. and Ganger D. may, or may not, have made previous appearances (along with spotting Eyepatch Lady and the weird hanging things and the 800 other odd clues I'm told are out there). If I'm lucky, I won't have to go back to LAST season, or to Nine or Five or Three and a Hawf to figure it all out.
No, I'm mainly huh-ing about this sudden fascination for cliffhangers, guy. I'd figured last week's would carry over once it was clear, 30-odd minutes in, that it wasn't going to wrap neat and Neil-like in the remaining few, but. Dropping the A-bomb in the final moments of this one and carrying it into next week? Which, I now know, will also be the halfway of a two-parter that won't wrap up until September?!? How wibbly-wobbly is THAT?
At least I've got Torchwood starting in July to keep my mind from being totally burned through by acid. I suppose I'd better pick up some backstory on THAT, since I haven't watched a speck of it outside the Nine-and-Rose setup of i-tall with Vicky Her Unamused Self back in Season One.
Bad wolf-ily yours,
Ray