Ha!
mrs_picard, you were in my dream this morning!
I'd been dreaming a lot about University and my old Uni mates before, and then in the dream I was still sort-of at Uni still, only I was in a very old and grand, but dirty building (at one point I very clearly remember running my fingers over beautiful, ornate tiles on the wall of a hall, which were covered in thick grime). I was at a course in the building, and TNG pals patrick Stewart, Bret Spiner and Marina Sirtis were all there. They were supposed to be doing something serious - teaching or mentoring or something - but instead they were just larking about, all taking the piss out of one another and generally seeking attention. In my dream I must have written about it after the first class on my LJ because Mrs P turned up for the second class with the explanation that she 'wasn't going to miss seeing something like that'! So, erm, yeah, we sat in class and giggled at the ageing Space Heroes' wacky antics.
I baked today! The test run for the Chrimble cakes I'm going to bake for the Catholic Mafia's pressies. I've done fruit loaves, but hopefully these should be a little lighter than traditional Chrimbo cake - dates, prunes, currants and raisins cooked in butter and evaporated milk, with not an awful lot of flour and a splodge of marmalade. It really smalls of the evap, but smells a wee bit like Malt Loaf as well. Can't wait to try it!
We got Kung Fu Panda from Bafta and have been watching it with Vi this avo. Good, innit?
Oh yeah, and I'm not quite sure what to make of
this. On one hand, I have been saying for blinking ages that an adaption of this brilliant book without the wonky Triffs of the otherwise awesome 1980s version would be a great idea... on the other hand, I'm worried that it might turn out like Survivors, which I watched half of the pilot of and, despite being a genre that's right up my alley, was fucking awful. As long as they don't get so bedazzled by their snazzy CGI thingumies that they forget to build the eerie tension that floods through the book and the 80s series it should be OK, but for some reason as soon as the adaptors of a creepy monster apocalypse book get some decent effects, tension tends to fly out of the window (WotW, I Am A Legend...) I'll hold my judgement, but maybe it will end up better just to read the novel or watch the old series and just avert your eyes every time a Triff waddles into shot.