Sunday afternoon. Bedside.

It is 4pm Sunday. I am in bed. I have hot, buttered crumpets, a mug of fresh tea and, on standby, some chocolate.

I am resting.

I got home at 10.15am.

I have spent the day being productive; sorting washing loads, doing a couple of loads of laundry, hanging out washing, doing the washing-up, tidying, reading, writing, emailing, listening to music, writing notes.

I also walked in to town, earlier, for a little emergency shopping – milk, bread, eggs – then walked back the long way. Just for the exercise.

Maybe walking home the long way, with a bag of shopping, wasn’t the best idea I’ve had today.

I’m currently watching Firefly, the Joss Whedon, SciFi, Cowboys-in-Space series.

It is an interesting show, though it has some fundamental flaws. Structurally it isn’t all that; the writing has basic issues, but it is presented in a very pretty way.

It feels like a cheap Babylon 5 offshoot.

The structural issues of Firefly aren’t helped by a couple of key members of the cast being recycled from other Joss Whedon productions, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its own offshoot, Angel.

Actually, when I say that Firefly has both fundamental and structural flaws I’m being far too kind.

It is rubbish.

The foundations are all wrong – to the point where the flaws kill it.

Anyway.

On Wednesday I get my broadband upgraded; I’m shifting from my current 6Mb download to 30Mb download.

That’s exciting, isn’t it?

5 thoughts on “Sunday afternoon. Bedside.

  1. I think it’s well funny that you go to bed at random times during the day with mugs of hot tea and snacks.

    What do you do there?! (still not totally sure I want to hear the answer after the ‘buttered crumpets’ bit)

    1. What do I do here? I read books/music press. I play with Twitter. I do phone calls/Skype calls. I email/read email. I listen to music. I write notes. I watch rubbish TV. And I doze and generally catch up on missed sleep from the night before. This is where the action is. Mostly.

  2. Ahh, in bed with some hot crumpet… that’s how Sunday afternoons are meant to be spent.

    I’ve not seen Firefly. Based on your comments, I doubt I’ll make the effort.

    Remember, Bren, it’s “up to” 30Mb.

    “UP TO”

    1. I know it’s ‘up to’, Masher me old mucker. But it will be very close to it. I can tell. I have ways.

      I know how to rock a Sunday afternoon, eh?

  3. Your blog posts are so happy at the moment. Good to read — and I agree about Firefly. Not one of Joss Whedon’s best. Which is sad.

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