World Enough and Time

I've been struggling with a cold all week, which, on the negative side, means I can't work, and on the positive side means I get to loll about reading, playing games and watching television.

So I logged into World of Warcraft for the first time since... since I don't know when, and discovered things have changed. I had to re-arm my characters, and recover my pets. (I like to play hunters.)

I watched three episodes of Death in Paradise. Classic puzzle-mysteries, good characters.

I read Trinity by Matt Wagner, and I certainly enjoyed it, though I like Batman to be a little less pathologically grim, and there was something just a little stiff about it. Still: beautifully written.

I slept a lot.

I read The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch, and found myself wondering why it was called that. But of course, it's all about the Tyburn.

I've been having trouble logging back into Dreamwidth... They didn't recognise my address any more. The nerve! I'm back in, and relieved, but somewhat perplexed.

Ah what a lovely day: worked at two locations and then sat watching Flashpoint with commodorified and fairestcat. I love that show. Add a few comics to the mix. Delightful.

Also, it was a beautiful, classic winter's day. Cold enough to skate, not cold enough to suffer. Sunny. Clear. Thing about the weather is: it just never stops changing.

But what a relief from all these months of snow.

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I'm changing all my various accounts, because I'm changing my email address. Best address for me now is probably azurite2@yahoo.ca.

Watched the first two parts of Michael Wood's In Search of William Shakespeare this evening. What a great show.

Last night I watched the pilot episode of the Chris Carter show, The After.

What an ill-conceived show.

The problem was, it made no sense. It appeared at first that nothing electronic, electrical, or mechanical would work - but then some things did work. The initial characters, six people stuck in an elevator, appeared to be random - and then turned out to have the same birthday, though not the same date of birth. In all the general sense of hysteria, panic, and confusion, no one expresses surprise or speculates as to why this may be happening. Our protagonist, physically attractive but not too bright, risks life and limb to recover her cell phone - twice - when the phones aren't working and her battery surely can't last much longer anyway. There was a lot of shouting and some gunfire, but nothing much in the way of coherence.

The only that almost made it interesting was the appearance of a funny-looking alien, but even that was brief, unexplained, and unremarked. And the characters? It was fun to see Aldis Hodge (from Leveage) and Adrian Pasdar (from Heroes), but they seemed to have no personality - except the left-over personalities of Hardison and Nathan Petrelli. That may have just been my interpretation, having nothing else to go on - least of all script.

Makes me long for the old X-Files days.

A few months ago I went with Beulah to a concert that was entirely one man playing many Tibetan Singing Bowls. He gets them himself from Tibet, where he stays with the people who make them. He could make water spray out of the bowl just with the vibration of the sound.

I have a Tibetan Singing Bowl that I treasure greatly; it was a gift from gamergrrl when she came back from Mongolia. It sits on my shelf, looking beautiful. Usually.

Tonight I took it down to try to play it. At first, I thought there was no sound at all. But I played with it, slowly and carefully, to get the hang of it. There was a faint bell=like sound. And then I realized suddenly that there was a loud, musical ringing tone that seemed to be all around me - but it could only be coming from my bowl.

How cool.

Happy with my experience tonight, I'm going to try again tomorrow. It seems a beautiful kind of meditation.