I seem to be extra-geeky at the moment. I am blaming the weather. (It SNOWED on me yesterday, ffs. I was less than whelmed.)

Some fannish things:

1) Time Crash is still making me all smiley and cheerful. I have decided that my very favourite bit is when Five says 'I'm so sorry' when they bump arses, because it's so instantly 'ah yes, it really IS him', and I miss that ridiculous polite wordiness. Also, when Ten says 'I'm so sorry' it means 'I have just witnessed the death of one or more people/species, and I wish to express to you that I am sensitively emo about it, yet also conscious that this one or more people/species death is but a tiny drip in my infinite ocean of mantimelordpain. When Five says it, it probably just means 'hello'. (Or 'I appear to have spilt your tea'. Or 'please don't execute me, we did that cliffhanger last week'. I appreciate that the beige-haters probably prefer the angstier kind of apology, but, well, they are ninnies.)

2) I went to that Spike and Ianto gig thing. Bloody weird way to spend an evening, that, but larks all the same. Tosh was there and had one of those tops that has buttons going up the back, and is either terribly stylish or evidence that you do not know which is the front of your cardigan. I shook Ianto's hand on the way out. He has big hands. Just in case anyone was wondering.

3) Despite really hating 301 and it still being in many ways appallingly misogynistic telly, I am quite in love with the new season of Supernatural. I hear the fandom hates on the new women: SURPRISE! I'm quite fond of them, Bela especially. No idea what they think they're doing with Sam's characterisation, but at least his hair is a bit less stupid now. And anyway I am not really looking at him. Ah, shallowness.

4) I have now seen the first episode of Prison Break. Best Entirely Implausible Premise Evar! Also more candy for the ever-hungry shallowness brain.

5) Oh, I am going to miss SJA terribly. There were three actively bloody awful things in this one (the fucking Slitheen AGAIN, the crapulous ruination of the beautiful Sarah-doesn't-need-a-Mr-Smith-she-just-needs-herself-and-her-self-created-wonky-family metaphor via the K9 deus ex machina, and Floella Benjamin, who was unwatchable, alas), but I have to let them off because there was so much that was magnificent. I found the first 10 minutes or so actively upsetting, and got quite tearful. I want to hug them all, and if they don't get a second series I will throw stuff.

Missed Robin Hood on Saturday. Was it worth chasing up? (I mean, obviously it was bollocks, but was it the good kind of bollocks or just woeful and turgid? In essence, I'm asking did Guy take his top off again in front of Alan for no reasons other than gay ones like last week? I enjoyed that bit.)