TV Trivialities

Where can I place an order (and have it fulfilled, of course) for several barrowloads of determination, with a couple of pounds of emotional stability on the side? That would be just lovely.

In other news – as I’m determined to not let this journal collapse into a big pile of wibbling emo – I’ve been re-acquainting myself with the show Spooks (MI-5 in the USA and Canada) and that has been damned good fun, albeit in a rather bleak way. This show does not have any problem maintaining a rather, shall we say, dynamic turnover in the cast of characters. They’re dropping like flies, in other words. It’s quite the refreshing change.

I’m well into the second season, at the moment, and as I recall, things took a definite downturn in the third season – and became quite dire by the fifth, which is a shame because these first two seasons are just tops. Ah well, that’s what milking the cash cow gets you. I’ve heard that another season will be airing this year, but I don’t think I’ll go out of my way to watch it. Besides, I’ve got to catch up with Life On Mars, first…

An Open Letter

Dear Welsh language,

If I encounter just one more congujation of bod, I’m going to scream. I’m not feeling so keen on all these different ways to say yes, either – and I’ve not even touched the vernacular yet…


PS, how do I get that tune out of my head, now?


Someone has beaten me to my briliant film idea. I’m not surprised, as it’s one of those ideas that is pretty much inevitable.

A shame, as I was rather looking forward to trying to write it. And no, it’s not the sort of thing I could do ahead and do, regardless. That ship has irrevocably sailed. If I want to retread well-covered ground, I’ll dredge up the ol’ sex-and-death screenplay again, dog help me…

Ah well, I guess I’ll have to go back to maniacally refreshing the listings over at The peach of a post-production internship is active again, but in September which is completely untenable for me. I’m praying for a vacancy later in the year…

And to top it all off, I’m out of Hendrick’s. Bah. Bah, I say!


It’s days like today that remind me that I live in a country founded by Puritans.

Thank circumstance I’m in northern California. I don’t think I could bear it much longer in this country, otherwise.

Paradoxically enough, though, I wouldn’t want to leave until I have my US citizenship because, heaven knows, the grass elsewhere probably isn’t much greener and I want to keep my options open.

Optimists Are Never Pleasantly Surprised.

I enjoyed the first episode of the new series of Doctor Who – Smith and Jones1 – more than I expected, mostly because I think the PR folks dropped the ball with the advance notice on Martha. Granted, I’m 6,000 miles away from the UK and make a point of avoiding most media blitzes – I want to form my own opinions, thank you very much – but what I didn’t manage to avoid, didn’t make a good impression.

I feared that the Beeb was desperately striving for a ‘hip’, ‘street cred’ character and would, of course, foul it up completely because among the many things a bureaucratic entity can’t do, one of them is discerning the difference between ‘hip’ and ‘laughable’. Oh, alright, they’re getting better at it, but still… So, um, I wasn’t expecting much from the character of Martha Jones, aside from maybe a loosely-held together collection of stereotypes.

As it often is, this is one of those times I’m glad to be proven wrong. At least in regards to Martha. Her family, however…


Anyways. My further thoughts on the episode – such as they are – are on my fannish journal, and so there’s not much point in repeating them here. Suffice it to say that I’m glad to see my favorite show back on the air and I suppose that I”m pretty easy to please. As usual.

1 – it, er, fell off the back of the Internet, guv.

Filmstuff – The Danger of Half-Formed Ideas

For reasons too boring to relate, I’m compelled to ask this question of the ether: does anyone do found-footage filmmaking any more, or is it all grab-n-go digital weirdness at this point?

Moreover, I don’t suppose some enterprising soul out there has taken to digitizing, say, that stack of expired-copyright 1940s educational films that they found in a dumpster behind the Board of Education and offering that footage to anyone who happens to be passing.

I have an idea, you see. One that could conceivably go nowhere, or could cost me a fortune but be a hoot in the spending of it. But it involves getting my hands on a fair whack of copyright-free cinematic weirdness.

Out here in San Francisco, there’s no point in trying to dumpster-dive behind the media production places any more. They’ve either gone fully digital, thus leaving nothing to be found, or the territory’s already staked out by some half-starved MFA on the last three months of their grant, and those guys fight dirty.

I’ve also had an idea fall into my head for a cinematic project but it’s nothing I could conceivably make in my wildest dreams and rather hinges on my convincing some large corporate entity that no, really, this could be a brilliant marketing device for them. Like I know where to start with bright ideas like that. Hmm…