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Saturday, by God
16/10/10 10:05and my husband is in Pennsylvania visiting his folks. Avocado is at a debate tournament. This evening the Spouse's niece and a friend are arriving to stay overnight, so I have a bit of tidying/cooking to do. And this morning, for the first time in 6+ weeks, I drove! I have to do some errands. I have to make spiral herb bread (niece's special request) and mushroom lasagna. I may, if I'm feeling really really ambitious, put up the new smoke alarms. Load of wash to be done. Stuff like that. Oh, and take the dog to the park (again, first time in 6+ weeks!). In between each of these activities I will be flat on my back with my foot iced, because I'm really trying to take this seriously.
For amusement, over the last six weeks, I have been watching the entire X-Files. Just finished Season 7. It holds up far better than I'd remembered, particularly as a meditation on work and trust. And sometime in the fifth/sixth season they start really playing with various fan reaction and media reaction things (the last episode of the 7th season an auditor is in their office, noting that their expenses for car rentals, hotel rooms, and flights is higher than anyone else's in the FBI--I remember riffing with someone a decade ago about what the GAO thought of Mulder's expense reports, and wow, there it is on my computer screen). Every now and then the extremely convoluted mythology gets tangled--although through the modern miracle of Netflix streamed to my laptop, I have actually gone back and checked some things and they're not as tangled as they seemed). And, oddly, one of the most interesting things, watching the show again, is that it's one of the first shows I remember that really worked cell-phones into the narrative. You watch them going from these HUGE boxy phones to the smaller, sleeker models of six or seven years later (and Scully gives Mulder grief about his attachment to his cell), with attendant bitching about service in obscure areas.
I'm still wondering, however, how the hell Scully and Mulder got out of Antarctica at the end of the first movie. I can't believe cell coverage there was particularly good...
For amusement, over the last six weeks, I have been watching the entire X-Files. Just finished Season 7. It holds up far better than I'd remembered, particularly as a meditation on work and trust. And sometime in the fifth/sixth season they start really playing with various fan reaction and media reaction things (the last episode of the 7th season an auditor is in their office, noting that their expenses for car rentals, hotel rooms, and flights is higher than anyone else's in the FBI--I remember riffing with someone a decade ago about what the GAO thought of Mulder's expense reports, and wow, there it is on my computer screen). Every now and then the extremely convoluted mythology gets tangled--although through the modern miracle of Netflix streamed to my laptop, I have actually gone back and checked some things and they're not as tangled as they seemed). And, oddly, one of the most interesting things, watching the show again, is that it's one of the first shows I remember that really worked cell-phones into the narrative. You watch them going from these HUGE boxy phones to the smaller, sleeker models of six or seven years later (and Scully gives Mulder grief about his attachment to his cell), with attendant bitching about service in obscure areas.
I'm still wondering, however, how the hell Scully and Mulder got out of Antarctica at the end of the first movie. I can't believe cell coverage there was particularly good...