unfilthy ouch

A couple weeks into my Twitter use, and I remain unconvinced. I'm mostly finding it boring, except for the very occasional bit of instant-info, and maybe a few giggles. As I suspected, even the smartest, most entertaining people's lives are mostly incredibly uninteresting, and I know that this somehow relates to my decision to stop answering the phone several years back (unless I really feel like it or am waiting for a specific call), though I don't have a coherent thread running through the whole thing atm, possibly due to oncoming migraine.

In TV non-news, I've decided that someone needs to take all six seasons of Lost and re-edit them, chronologically. I'm almost done rewatching the whole thing, and I'm already feeling like I should go back a couple seasons and start over.

Also in TV non-news, I loved Vincent and the Doctor. It's often creaky when DW goes into historic figure territory, but then tackling a historic figure who suffered from mental illness within the confines of an optimistic family show, with monsters? I groaned at the concept, but was pleasantly surprised. Doctor Who could never be a documentary or an adult drama, genres that could maybe tackle Van Gogh's life fully, but with a few delicate touches, they managed to acknowledge the pain and tragedy involved in Van Gogh's life, while still preserving the tone and structure of a humorous, scary, silly and emotional, optimistic family show, with monsters. Very well done indeed. So far, I have to say that I'm loving the 11th Doctor and what the new team are doing with him.

In plumbing news, bathtub suddenly filled with BLACK WATER last night. Today plumber plumbed it away. I ended up having to clean the bathroom, twice. I suspect the migraine is a result of the fumes from the detergents. Dealing with black gunk bubbling up and the resulting headache is causing alarming empathy for BP. I suspect it'll pass soon enough.

PS: I need an icon saying "A Thing - it's like a plan, but with more greatness"