energy, and the lack thereof

You don’t know tired until you have a baby.  I did not believe this, but oh boy I do now.  I have literally never been this tired in my life.  I fall asleep anywhere.  I’ve fallen asleep in such weird positions that I have now experienced pins and needles in my head.  My head!  That shouldn’t happen.  I am wondering now if I have a concussion or something.  Something has to account for my typing today!

She is lovely, though.  I probably say this about a hundred times a day.  Even when she’s keeping me awake for hours, she’s still beautiful and wonderful and all those other things.  It astonishes me just how much I love this person who I’ve only known 8 weeks.  Less than two months!  And I would kill every single one of you for her.  Well, I mean, not if she just commanded me to like some sort of louche Bond villain, but maybe if you were going for her with a pitchfork.

I apologise, no-one should get death threats just for reading a blog.  But you started it, with your pitchforks and flaming torches and… oh, wait that was the opening sequence of Van Helsing.

Oooh, shiny

Office 2007 has been installed on my work machine.  It’s grate, although I’m still attempting to work out what’s where and if I can do certain things (some things – no, FROWNY FACE).  But still.  Outlook 2007 kicks ass, and Excel?  Peachy stuff.

This is what my life has come to.

Phew.

I meant to say on Friday night - they didn't fuck Torchwood up.  I felt very much like someone had kicked a hole in my chest by the end of it.  In a good way.  I had my baby daughter clutched in my arms for most of it, thinking "You wouldn't fucking dare touch her you alien paedogrant junkie fucks!".  Yes, it was a direct rip-off of Quatermass and there are plot-holes you could drive a JCB carrying a room-sized block of concrete through but sod it.  I bloody loved it, pretty much every second of it.  Go Torchwood, and I hope the writers have some idea where to go with season four, 'cause that's a hell of a corner to write out of.  Also, pls to not be killing any more of the core cast, ok, thx.

Oh, and I was thinking this morning - anyone with editing software *needs* to put together a clip with the 5,6,7,8's "Woo hoo" coming out of the speakers during the talks with Frobisher.  It would be funny!  Honest!  I can see it in my head.

In other news - who knew a draw could be exciting?  But there you go, first Test of the Ashes and it ended with our two worst batsmen clinging heroically to the stumps by their fingernails.  And they managed it!  Panesar even hit a boundary, the cocky bugger.  Well done for not losing, chaps, but England's top batsmen need to have words with themselves.

Yeah, I'm talking about cricket.

Sorry about this

Why does no-one respect the difference between cappuccino and latte these days?  Did they ever?  You ask for a cappuccino in pretty much any chain coffee shop and you'll get a slightly fluffy latte.  Which is, you know, pointless. Why have the two items on the board?

Anyway, phwoo, eh, Torchwood?  Bit good, innit?  Actual event telly, for once.  I mean, the BBC3 series I loved despite its shitness.  It seemed very game and eager to please so I went with it (re-watching recently, though, I was struck by how much better it was than I remembered it).  Then the second, BBC2, series was properly good, no allowances needed (although the Big Bad was howlingly poor, the moving Owen/Tosh finale made up for it and washed the bad taste away).  But this!  This has stepped up to the challenge of clearing an hour of primetime BBC1 on five consecutive nights with confidence and style.  I am loving, loving, loving it.

Slight worry - RTD is shite at endings.  It could all go very very wrong tonight.

Fingers crossed.

wanna be ending something

It's been a week since one of the most famous men on the planet dropped dead and have I blogged?  No.  I have other things to do, you know.

Not really.  I forgot.  Hello!  Do you want me to talk about my baby again?  Oh, i do that all the time.  What about other things in the world?  I mean... oh, but she's so cute, though.  So cute.  She's starting to learn how to smile.  Her face is looking more cheerful, which is just the loveliest thing.  The day she smiles at one of us because she's happy to see us will be wonderful.

I got the first batch of photos from my SLR put on CD so I'll upload those soon.  Yayness.  Some of them are just too good.  Some.. will not be on flickr.  Sorry, but I only want the best to go on public display*.  You don't want half-arsed, do you?

In other news - Torchwood radio plays: surprisingly good.  Michael Jackson: still dead, am unable to maintain interest in story.  Weather: Unbearably muggy. 

*Like Michael Jackson's corpse, or not, I forget where that story has gone.