Still haven't watched the SGA finale. I'm just not inspired. Sorry SGA. You should have been better than you were. I'll get around to watching it eventually, but life is hectic, and I struggle to watch the two shows that are still being screened (NCIS and Hustle).
I have quit the job at the library. I feel weird - I like working there, but at the same time, I miss my weekends, hate having to get up early on a Saturday, having to chuck The Boy out of bed at the same time, and the work itself is actually... pretty dull. And frustrating. Another librarian and I were considering putting up big 'DON'T TOUCH' signs in each section after we had tidied it. Do you know how pissing annoying it is to have spent a good hour tidying up junior fiction, only for some bored kid to go up to the shelves and pull out handfuls of books? AARGH!
I watched the Super Bowl. I don't get it. It's a bit too stop-starty for me. I fell asleep before Bruce appeared. Plus there is something very English in me which makes me shudder and grimace when I see people being so patriotic. And Americans can be very patriotic. I can't imagine tearing up at the British national anthem. Hell, I don't even know the words. And it's not like I'm in the minority, either.
It has snowed. And contrary to the BBC's opinion, the entire country has not ground to a standstill. The entire country contains quite a lot that exists north of Bristol. My home town has never, not once, been snowed in. My school was never closed. (Not even when they found asbestos when they were refurbishing the science labs.) Public transport continues to run, only it's more crowded and slower. And, weirdly, smells a bit. The closest I got to snow today was wandering to a section of the city where the Roman fort used to be, and finding someone had built a small snowman in a bit of waste ground.
I'm hoping for a miracle tomorrow. Open the door to three foot of snow.
Am going to see a screening of Singin' in the Rain on Friday at our local cinema. I can't wait. Not just because I get to see my favourite movie on the big screen, but also because the cinema is very old-school, with intervals, ladies selling ice-cream from trays, red curtains, and even an organ that comes up from out of the floor.
The snow had better stop for that.