Australian politics and the Deathly Dull Hallows

For those who are wondering about the outcome of the Australian election, there still isn't one. I have been meaning to provide an update earlier, but to be honest, it's all so appallingly tedious that it has taken me days to raise the energy to be even mildly satiric about it. Some of the following may not make sense if you missed this entry. Though, given the topic and the author, there's no guarantee that will help.

( Camping in the Forest of Dean was a drama-filled riot compared to this ... )

Australian politics and the Deathly Dull Hallows

For those who are wondering about the outcome of the Australian election, there still isn't one. I have been meaning to provide an update earlier, but to be honest, it's all so appallingly tedious that it has taken me days to raise the energy to be even mildly satiric about it. Some of the following may not make sense if you missed this entry. Though, given the topic and the author, there's no guarantee that will help.

( Camping in the Forest of Dean was a drama-filled riot compared to this ... )

In less political news ...

I went to see Joss Whedon at the Sydney Opera House today. I had high hopes for the occasion, but I came away thinking I may not be the right person for his audience.

Firefly was one of my fave cult TV programmes, and I liked Buffy and Angel, too, though I have been too busy for Dollhouse, and Dr Horrible was enjoyable, if not unmissable. So when a friend suggested we go and hear Whedon speak, I was in. After all, I like writers. I like listening to them talk about their processes, and how it can be perfectly normal to take several years to write the one bloody book that should by all sane measures take six months of solid work. They cheer me.

And listening to Whedon was 75% hugely enjoyable. His best line was talking about a conversation he had with another writer -- 'I was round at Stephen Sondheim's house, and we were talking about writing, and I said "My writing will always be about adolescent girls with super powers." and Sondheim nodded, understandingly, and said: "My writing will always be about yearning."

'Because Sondheim is just that much cooler than I am.'

( But ... )

In less political news ...

I went to see Joss Whedon at the Sydney Opera House today. I had high hopes for the occasion, but I came away thinking I may not be the right person for his audience.

Firefly was one of my fave cult TV programmes, and I liked Buffy and Angel, too, though I have been too busy for Dollhouse, and Dr Horrible was enjoyable, if not unmissable. So when a friend suggested we go and hear Whedon speak, I was in. After all, I like writers. I like listening to them talk about their processes, and how it can be perfectly normal to take several years to write the one bloody book that should by all sane measures take six months of solid work. They cheer me.

And listening to Whedon was 75% hugely enjoyable. His best line was talking about a conversation he had with another writer -- 'I was round at Stephen Sondheim's house, and we were talking about writing, and I said "My writing will always be about adolescent girls with super powers." and Sondheim nodded, understandingly, and said: "My writing will always be about yearning."

'Because Sondheim is just that much cooler than I am.'

( But ... )

Damn you, universe!

*Shakes fist!*

Mr B has had a vile case of flu for eight or nine days.

Last night, I idiotically said out loud: 'I'm so excited I haven't caught your flu, or at least nothing more than the very mildest sniffles! Usually I get it awfully.'

'Next year,' he replied. 'We both get seasonal flu shots. But yes, well done, you!'

This morning: raging sore throat, fever, aches, general malaise ... On the upside, at least this means I can put off having my wisdom teeth out on Wednesday!

Damn you, universe!

*Shakes fist!*

Mr B has had a vile case of flu for eight or nine days.

Last night, I idiotically said out loud: 'I'm so excited I haven't caught your flu, or at least nothing more than the very mildest sniffles! Usually I get it awfully.'

'Next year,' he replied. 'We both get seasonal flu shots. But yes, well done, you!'

This morning: raging sore throat, fever, aches, general malaise ... On the upside, at least this means I can put off having my wisdom teeth out on Wednesday!