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swordznsorcery) wrote2015-11-02 12:19 am
swordznsorcery) wrote2015-11-02 12:19 am
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I appear to be under siege by gay terrorists. Every few minutes there's a profusion of pink and orange explosions just outside the window. I suppose they're quite pretty in their own way, but I'd much prefer blue.
Just in case you were wondering (I don't imagine that you were), I have absolutely nothing to say, but as usual I don't seem to have posted in forever, so I thought I should, in case I forget how. Life is much the same as always (if greyer and more wet). I am being stared at by a cat, which presumably means I'm supposed to be doing something that I'm not. I have Dean Martin playing in the background, which means I'm apt to get distracted and forget what I actually am doing. And the roof may be about to be blown off by over-enthusiastic neighbours. If they're going to explodify me, they could at least do it actually on Fireworks Night. Being blown up two days early seems like cheating.
Elsewhere, I appear to be stuck in the 1980s. I don't know why, but I don't seem to have left since I had that Remington Steele rewatch earlier in the year. Currently I'm rewatching Simon & Simon, a show so gloriously 1980s that it practically has a parade of eights tattooed across it. Sorry, that was a very weird metaphor. It's a fab series, though. It really is. I love it to bits. It ran from 1981-1989, (just to prove that occasionally I do manage to fall in love with successful things), which is effectively an entire decade. I know - I'm impressed too. Usually things that I like last for thirteen episodes, then crash and burn and are never seen again. Mind you, that was thirty years ago. Despite great popularity at the time, I now inevitably find myself in a fandom of one, yet again, and grumbling about the lack of extant fans. Come on, world! Discover Simon & Simon! It's utterly wonderful in every way. And look look look! Theme music. Just try to listen to this and not fall in love:
It's so brilliantly infectious. I actually prefer the season two opening, but it wouldn't let me embed that. *glare* And hey! DVD trailer! Videos, I has them. Well, I has two. Meet Rick and AJ:
As you can see, the Simons are brothers. Big brother Rick is streetwise and cynical, and little brother AJ is rather more nerdy and innocent. And, just to almost completely change the subject, you have no idea how much I want a Simon & Simon/Riptide crossover right now. It would be perfect. Why couldn't we have had internet fandom in the eighties? Life would have been a lot more entertaining.
I now have a cat sitting on my shoulders. This is infinitely preferable to being stared at, if slightly less comfortable. It's probably also a hint that I should stop staring at the glowy box, and go and do something else, even if I would gladly rave on about Simon & Simon for another ten thousand words or so. But it is wonderful. It's up on YouTube, but the episodes have been cut down to forty minutes, so they're probably from a recent repeat season somewhere. Ten minutes is way too much to lose and still be worth watching, especially since it's one of those shows that does character moments so well. I can almost guarantee that it's their mother who winds up on the cutting room floor, too, which is a travesty. Cecilia Simon is so amazing she should be on every TV show.
The cat has now migrated to lying across my arms. This is definitely a hint. But watch Simon & Simon, world. You won't regret it. Just not on YouTube because editing.
Just in case you were wondering (I don't imagine that you were), I have absolutely nothing to say, but as usual I don't seem to have posted in forever, so I thought I should, in case I forget how. Life is much the same as always (if greyer and more wet). I am being stared at by a cat, which presumably means I'm supposed to be doing something that I'm not. I have Dean Martin playing in the background, which means I'm apt to get distracted and forget what I actually am doing. And the roof may be about to be blown off by over-enthusiastic neighbours. If they're going to explodify me, they could at least do it actually on Fireworks Night. Being blown up two days early seems like cheating.
Elsewhere, I appear to be stuck in the 1980s. I don't know why, but I don't seem to have left since I had that Remington Steele rewatch earlier in the year. Currently I'm rewatching Simon & Simon, a show so gloriously 1980s that it practically has a parade of eights tattooed across it. Sorry, that was a very weird metaphor. It's a fab series, though. It really is. I love it to bits. It ran from 1981-1989, (just to prove that occasionally I do manage to fall in love with successful things), which is effectively an entire decade. I know - I'm impressed too. Usually things that I like last for thirteen episodes, then crash and burn and are never seen again. Mind you, that was thirty years ago. Despite great popularity at the time, I now inevitably find myself in a fandom of one, yet again, and grumbling about the lack of extant fans. Come on, world! Discover Simon & Simon! It's utterly wonderful in every way. And look look look! Theme music. Just try to listen to this and not fall in love:
It's so brilliantly infectious. I actually prefer the season two opening, but it wouldn't let me embed that. *glare* And hey! DVD trailer! Videos, I has them. Well, I has two. Meet Rick and AJ:
As you can see, the Simons are brothers. Big brother Rick is streetwise and cynical, and little brother AJ is rather more nerdy and innocent. And, just to almost completely change the subject, you have no idea how much I want a Simon & Simon/Riptide crossover right now. It would be perfect. Why couldn't we have had internet fandom in the eighties? Life would have been a lot more entertaining.
I now have a cat sitting on my shoulders. This is infinitely preferable to being stared at, if slightly less comfortable. It's probably also a hint that I should stop staring at the glowy box, and go and do something else, even if I would gladly rave on about Simon & Simon for another ten thousand words or so. But it is wonderful. It's up on YouTube, but the episodes have been cut down to forty minutes, so they're probably from a recent repeat season somewhere. Ten minutes is way too much to lose and still be worth watching, especially since it's one of those shows that does character moments so well. I can almost guarantee that it's their mother who winds up on the cutting room floor, too, which is a travesty. Cecilia Simon is so amazing she should be on every TV show.
The cat has now migrated to lying across my arms. This is definitely a hint. But watch Simon & Simon, world. You won't regret it. Just not on YouTube because editing.