My local county council gave a presentation on 'dispersement' at a recent Voluntary Sector Funding Day. They wanted to explain how they plan to save money by outsourcing as many essential services as possible (much talk of Social Enterprises taking over, but the time-scales required are pretty much impossible for most not for profit organisations), and I haven't heard anything about our local library yet, but elsewhere in the country it looks like the fight has already started -
(yay! spam! um... no link. Link all gone now)
We'll never get them back if we lose them now. It won't even be like the privatised industries - Trains, Gas, Water, Electricity - once they've gone, they'll be gone for good. We won't even have the privilege of bailing them out when it all goes tits up.
So, after a week and bit off with the flu, I got into work. He-who-is-sort-of-my-boss takes one look at me and says: "you look like shit. Why don't you go home?"
So I did.
Dear True Blood,
I bought your first season in late August, about four weeks ago. Some friends recommended you, I’d got one hell of a lot of RL stuff going on, and I figured I could do with a good distraction. It took three nights to watch your first 12 episodes (I tried to be good and take the time to chew, but you tasted so damned good I just wanted to swallow you whole), during much of which ( spoilers for True Blood S1-3 and the Sookie Stackhouse booksCollapse )
Maybe I'm being a bit too wary, but I'm not sure what to trust among the S4 rumours. The info on writers sounds solid enough, but there are horribly crap photoshopped posters going around, and added to something Rusty said in his SFX interview it makes me wonder...
He's having a bit of a rant about the Depp-for-the-Doctor rumour and how much time denying it must have taken, that he can lose a whole morning "because of some chump typing shit."
And this is small scale stuff - if you're one of those big shows, you must lose days of work. One day something's not gonna get on air and there'll be a little card on screen saying, "'It's because of the Internet rumours - we haven't got time to make the show!"
I want to be wrong. I hope I am, because paranoia and squee give me indigestion when mixed.
It's been a weird weekend. After a spending a full omfg *full* week of full-on Josh, the all singing, all dancing, all cuddly and wonderful and humming slightly off-key all the while, piano-playing (ish), basketball-bouncing ("I did one hundred and five!"), absolutely there every single time I turn around fabulous Josh, he went to his dad's on Saturday. And then the house was empty. It was quiet. Weird. I like it quiet, and I so needed to stop talking and listening for a while, but...
He's at his grandma's now. Staying there for a couple of day while I'm at work. He can drive me utterly nuts (it's mainly the off-key humming I think. Or maybe the off-key piano playing), and I know I need to escape and simply not be talked-at from time to time, but I miss him *so much* right now.
Oh well. Nearly Wednesday.
RL has been pretty mad the last few months. I'm hoping it'll start to settle down soon though, so I'm clearing out a few old ideas in order to make room for all the enthusiasm and energy I'm expecting to find in the near future.
With the exception of starting gwenwood
(which doesn't really count), I haven’t so much as dipped my toe into any of the arguments since CoE aired, but before I pretend not to give a damn about any of it in order to get even more excited about Torchwood S4, I just want to get this out of my system. ( Jack and Ianto. Positive stuff - honestly! And hardly any Gwen at *all*Collapse )
The only question it leaves me with is, in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, after he’d told Gwen whatever it was that the finding of the engagement ring interrupted, how had he planned to explain to her that Ianto was next on his to-do list?
Last night's Who finale, ( spoilers, sweetieCollapse )
I have nothing more to go on than ( spoilers for The Time of AngelsCollapse )
Also, I need Sue Sylvester icons. (A quantity of confidence-grade scaffolding would be good too. I *love* writing, why does it have to be so stomach-churning to show it to anyone?)
Anglepoise lamps at the BBC
In 1948, the Board of Governors of the BBC asked the head of the Variety Department Michael Standing to devise a guiding set of moral standards and protocols for the production of all BBC radio and television programmes. Standing produced something that became commonly know within the BBC as the ‘Green Book ’. The purpose of the book was to eradicate smut, innuendo and vulgarity from all BBC programmes. After producing the book, Michael Standing took to implementing his guidance with eccentric zeal. In June 1949, Standing issued a memo to all staff in which he forbade BBC employees to illuminate any room with an Anglepoise lamp unless the main ceiling or wall mounted light was also illuminated. Standing held a firm belief that a man working at a desk in a confined space with only the light from a low-wattage lamp would nurture furtive ideas and produce degenerate programme material. The Director General Sir William Haley later rescinded the Anglepoise lamp edict because he thought that the measure was extreme and unnecessary.
Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
(Spotted all over the place, officially stolen from 51stcenturyfox
“I can hear you standin’ there, Gytha Ogg. ( too many not to cut...Collapse )
A personable American, of the type which one invariably finds in the better sort of drawing room.
“You were in J____ ?” I enquired.
“Only towards the end.” He smiled, leaning over the madeira cake to offer me his hand. “The name's Flynn,” he said. “Errol.”
~ This week (month/year/decade) I am mainly avoiding RL as it is too Big and Difficult.
~ Was pleasantly surprised to have thoroughly enjoyed the first 'episode' of the TW virtual series 3 - good plot, really well put together, well worth reading, IC relationships... - but episode two reads like nowt but the Janto fanservice I feared the whole thing would be. ( wouldn't want to spoil it...Collapse )
Very disappointing :(
~ Why is it that in a lot of Jack/Rose/Doctor OT3 fics, the Doctor calls Jack “lad”
? Did the Doctor ever do that? I'm curious - genuinely - because it throws me out of the fic every time I see it, and I keep wondering where it came from.
~ I don't know what to do with gwenwood
. Starting it was partly a reaction to the anti-Gwen BS (every insult a free advert!), but I do really want there to be a S4. If I could find enough brain I'd love to talk about it, discuss it, write and post about it - I just can't at the minute.
~ I bought 20 books this week (including The Curse of Fenric
), for a grand total of just under £7. Hooray for charity shops! (Still need more shelves though.)
looks like it could be fun. When I read through the prompts (yesterday? There were under 200 then!) they were mainly Star Trek and SPN, but there's got to be room for some TW/Whoniverse in this: So, thus, this challenge. Which, at the core (all hookerfic trapping aside) is about three things, and all of them are necessary:
1. Amazing, take charge awesome women who save the day in one way or another; and
2. Equally amazing men who, yes, need some saving for one reason or another, but are totally worth the trouble, because they're bright and gorgeous and very capable in their own right. A submissive, vulnerable person isn't weak and they can and have saved many days, just not THIS one; AND
3. Neither of them are desexualized or in any way not worthy of love or somehow less because of their strength OR their need.
~ I have a 70,000 word-long Jack/Gwen fic. I have polished it and tidied it, sorted out the little details and tied off its loose threads - I'm really pleased with it! Apart from that one scene I keep on putting off finishing, because then it'll be, y'know, finished
and then I'll have to let it go. *sobs*
~ Hmm... Would those who wanted Ianto brought back be happy to see him reincarnated as a woman? (edit for own satisfaction of clarity) Or another man? Or, actually, by *anyone* who wasn't Gareth David-Lloyd?
~ Last Being Human tomorrow night! It's been wonderful
, although I am quite worried about how appealing Mitchell manages to be even when thoroughly well-bloodied. I just can't believe it's nearly over.
(Surely perfect timing to announce that Alonso will be making a detour through Cardiff some time in the next 12 months though, no...?)
This week is not happening.
It has been buried under:
One mountain of laundry (mothers; one whole car bootful = 20+ loads)
One secondary peak of snotty tissues (mainly Joshua's, probably to be followed by everyone at work after I gave up and took him with me for an hour this morning, him being too snotty to go to school),
One winding ski slope (possibly artificial) of explaining to mother why I'd rather she showed me how much she cares about me by *not* saving all her washing up in the hope that she might just get on top of it, whilst telling me that I'm fine, I can cope
, and just letting me have it as and when it needs doing, instead of waiting until she's drowning in it.
One Alp, several foothills and the occasional and unexpected crevasse in time and space resulting from trying to move the entire activity of a community IT and employment assistance centre onto a double decker bus, at some date that might just be agreed the day before we have to do it, whilst juggling an assortment of sharpened statistics, builders' quotes, planning permissions, desk rearrangements, an IT tutor with vertigo and a collection of potential IT students who may or may not be able to climb the stairs to the bus's IT suite.
(All served with a sauce of half-written post for gwenwood
and 63,000 words of so-nearly-finished-I-might-just-cry-if-I-d
on't-get-an-afternoon-alone-soon J/G fic)
Alternatively, I might just give up for the night, watch last night's Being Human on iplayer, and read 51stcenturyfox
again. (cannot think of suitable comment that won't spoil the fic or make me sound like insane before-and-after valium commercial. It's Torchwood, post-CoE AU. Now please, just read it!)
I've had enough now. I have no idea in what spirit this is being posted, but seriously, screw *this*
for a game of soldiers.
I don't want to guess what's going to happen with the BBC commissioning a fourth season, or with a (possible) Fox pilot, I just want to be positive about the future of Torchwood!
I'm going to go and read J's bedtime story now, and then I'll sort out some icons, a few more (better!) words and stuff - not to mention an introductory post! - but in the meantime:welcome to gwenwood: Torchwood Three, Take Four.
For what it's worth, I've added my name to the Betas offered
thread on help_haiti
Fandoms: Torchwood, Doctor Who, Firefly, Buffy, Being Human, Queer as Folk (UK), Life on Mars (UK), Sherlock Holmes (novels & film), Hot Fuzz, Detective novels: Wimsey, Rebus, Marlowe, Raffles plus anything by Allingham or Christie), Discworld.
The centre where I work was supposed to be closing for refurbishment just before Christmas. We were (and still are, eventually) going to move to a double decker bus that's been fitted out with a computer suite and office space for a few weeks (parked just up the road from the centre, in the market place), while the builders did (do?) the major bits of work.
Only, of course, there have been delays with the plans, and therefore the planning permissions. And they've got to do a couple more surveys before things can get started, and we've still got to get quotes, so maybe the work will start at the end of the month instead, but that's not a problem, we'll just stay where we are until they're ready to get started. And yes, okay, so the heating's really playing up badly now, but there's no point getting it fixed properly if we're going to be replacing the boiler in a month's time, is there? We can hang on. It'll be fine!
So, after three days with no heating at all at work last week (okay, we had a two-bar electric fire. There were two of us and we passed it back and forth when we couldn't feel our fingers any more), it was finally fixed (that's 'finally' as in 'temporarily' and 'fixed' as in 'wedged') on Wednesday afternoon - the day it started to snow in earnest here - ready for us to reopen to the public today. Only of course, by this morning...
Yup. Back to typing with the gloves on.
Lowestoft has, for all intents and purposes, been closed due to 'weather' since first thing Thursday morning. Apparently the snow's going to keep coming for a while yet, not that Josh minds! (Although he is missing his teacher *g*) And I can't see that our complement of retired folks are likely to want to turn out in this to start an IT course on Monday morning, so...
We saw Sherlock Holmes last night. I've loved Jeremy Brett's Holmes above all others for a long time, and ( just in case of spoilersCollapse )
And of course now I want to reread the stories...
The weather and subsequent Josh-at-home has meant that I've missed all the squeeing on the TW comm at the continuing rumours of TW S4. Apart from the bit where there wasn't any. Squee, that is. Time I got cracking with gwenwood
And most importantly - thank you
to the lovely person who nominated me for the forbiddenawards
for Fair Game
I do love my job. I really do. But I've had a really good break. I finished writing something and posted it! I've had *whole days* where I haven't had to help anyone with anything - I haven't thought about statistics for over a week!
I don't want to go baaaaaaaack!
What do you give the man who can't die for Christmas? ( contains spoilers for End of Time part twoCollapse )
It has been a busy, fun-filled week.
Mainly, anyway. So long as you don't count Friday's Protection of Vulnerable Adults training. All those lovely graphic pictures of bloody, bruised and otherwise abused people - and the unexpected 'and this little girl just got in the way' shot for added WTF-ness. And then we got to play 'guess the cause of injury' (I won cigarette burns and strangulation! Woo!) I *think* the trainer was trying to 'help us to understand' (with lots of air-quotes) that people really do abuse vulnerable people. Did we ever doubt it? Now I remember why I don't work at the women's refuge any more.
The rest of it's been goodly productive though.
After 8 days of edging around two clothes horses, I have finally finished mum's washing - all eleven black sacks of it.
Skip bought and fitted a new DVD-RW drive to my PC today (I'm bloody good with a sharp knife and I can cook just about anything, but screws and wires...). Yay! I can watch what *I* want to now, rather than hoping the PC might just let me play *something*. Maybe. If it feels like it.
Having cleared all of mum's washing out it and spent half the day cooking, my kitchen now smells *wonderful* (one coffee and walnut and one lemon and raisin cake, one large pan of ratatouille, one large pan of carrot, squash & sweet potato soup).
And we're trying the Discworld school of child-reassurance. Josh and I are rereading Wee Free Men at bedtimes at the minute. He's enjoying it (and keeps hoping to spot a Nac Mac Feegle), but he was a bit nervous when he got up this morning, because, he said, he thought he could hear Jenny Green Teeth in the bathroom. One large saucepan and a day's worth of running around the house bashing bogeymen and water monsters later...