Beef stew and the Hobbit

I must post here more often: I find that when I don't post, I forget what I've done - as if it doesn't matter any more. So: note to self: keep on posting.

Not that today was exciting. Just rainy. I've been cooking beef stew for Fannish Night, making job applications, writing my apazine. Enjoying commentary on the Bujold mailing list comparing the characters in Lord of the Rings with the characters in the Vorkosigan novels. Would Miles Vorkosigan fall to the power of the Ring? I think not. Others disagree.

Which fits in nicely with my experience on Sunday of seeing, finally, the first fifteen minutes of The Hobbit. Smaug comes to the Mountain. The Dwarves were not vigilant. Ahh, Tolkien. I can't bring myself to care about The Hobbit the way I do about Lord of the Rings, but my goodness, he has some lovely Dwarves there.

Especially Thorin Oakenshield.

Doctor Who: "The Name of the Doctor"

Tonight for Fannish Night we watched the last episode of Doctor Who again, "The Name of the Doctor".

Oddly, it seemed to make less sense than the first time through. I still liked it well enough - some things about it, I loved - but a masterpiece of clarity it is not.

Makes me curious about what is to come, though.

And I really, really like the ending.