simply have to work on that follow-through

i cheated a bit on the plan. today i took Liv out and reworked the last story i wrote, one i've been chipping away at since i finished it the day before i left for Manila. (er, yeah, that was Christmas day, wasn't it?) today i rearranged things, mostly, tried to cut it down to a more reasonable short story word count (ie, one i can at least get through some publisher's guidelines) and did, for a while. but then i added a few things i suddenly felt were necessary, ending up with more or less a hundred or two words away from the count i started with. sigh.

but mostly this weekend i caught up on a few things i'd missed recently and, well, less recently:

Neil Gaiman's A Short Film About John Bolton, on DVD, which i came away from very happy after seeing it once through without and once with the commentary track.

Millennium, Pilot, DVD, just as happy with that, can't wait to get on to the next ep (finally caved and got the season one DVD box).

Psych, Pilot (second half), on TV, so *not* thrilled, i can't for the life of me imagine what i might have seen in it last week. but then, pilots can be shaky, can't they? i'll give it a few more chances to find its legs before i actually break off and make a run for it, if only because the show reminds me of Probe. though decidedly less-smart (though it might think itself so), it at least offers the possibility of being more-funny.

Doctor Who, Voyage of the Damned. right. this one's a bit painful for me. even compared to the other Christmas episodes (which i've always thought very weak, though the last one did have Catherine Tate, the TARDIS in a chase scene and a big sense of humor to make it all worthwhile) this one, well, i thought it was pretty bad. Russell T. Davies seems to be relying more and more on 'high production values', draping them over a shoddily-built frame of repeated themes and cheap sentimentality. sadly missable. (Time Crash, on the other hand, the special Doctor Who scene written by the utterly brilliant Steven Moffatt for BBC's Children in Need i thought utterly brilliant. Moffatt is about all that's keeping me from signing off on the whole thing. him and the promise of the return of Catherine Tate.)

finally, it's been a while since i checked with The Bat Segundo Show, so i went over at the start of the weekend. i now have Will Self and David Rakoff on the autism-induction device, and i've been listening to their interviews on the train going to and from wherever. that's right, more than once. i like listening to these people talk, so sue me.

and say what you want, but Gilmore Girls is now the only show on the telly that i watch more or less regularly and, yes, purposely catch whenever i can. ever since Moonlighting, i've been fascinated with television characters spouting a thousand words a minute and, man, does this show deliver.

and no, it doesn't hurt that Alexis Bledel's on it doing a lot of the delivering, no sir, not at all. i only wish they did the simultaneous dialogue bit as well.

more than halfway through Alan Moore's Voice of the Fire now, page-count-wise, though i've also started Samuel Delaney's Dhalgren (again).

on the spinner/autism-inducer: apart from Self and Rakoff, interviews with Mark Danielewsky, Daniel Handler, William Gibson. i'm still debating whether to put Danica McKellar's rather painful interview on there as well, but probably not.

i spent some time thinking about it being Sunday and tomorrow being Monday and thought i had something to say, but i think i'll wait to see how Monday turns out before i say anything.

right. i'm off to try to squeeze either a) another ep of Millennium, b) a bit of Voice in the Fire or c) a bit of Dhalgren before i go to bed, or just go to bed.

dreamwell.