Ugh.

I think I've mentioned before that it's a bad sign when you can't even use correct punctuation for the length of one sentence of story summary, but it's deeply and meaningfully sad that this problem seems to come up so often. Or, actually, kind of funny, depending on how you look at it. (wax suggests it's actually fortunate, because it saves you the trouble of clicking the link.)

Meanwhile, I still feel like there's an inflated balloon inside my head, and we're mostly out of bread.

It's hovering around 0 C, and has gotten significantly more sunny, so the top layer of ice has melted on the sidewalks and so on, leaving a thick layer of gravel in many places, or draining mostly away and freezing into a thin smooth sheet of glass with gravel trapped underneath in others. Also on Friday a snowplow went over the bridge and broke down the waist-high wall of black-grime-layered solidified snow piled between the sidewalk and the speeding cars. Now there's a porous blackened strip of ice a few inches high looking like a buzz cut, covered in an almost solid layer of ( it occurs to me that not everyone wants to read about the local dog poop plague. )

ETHNICITY OR CAKE??? (pros, cambridge spies)

I watched a couple more old episodes of The Professionals. I guess everyone always writes Doyle into tight jeans because they prefer him in them, because from my sample to date coloured velveteen trousers are beating them hands-down in relative frequency. (Of course we're dealing with sample size = 5 so I guess I've got a pretty gigantic confidence interval...).

I keep eating my own words while watching The Professionals, like so:

time: 0:30 "The funniest thing about this show is definitely the music."
time: 5:00 "You know, the funniest thing about this show is definitely the clothes. OMG, look, it's like a - black woollen motorcycle jacket with pale green velvet pants!"
time: 8:00 "Dude, the MUSIC. The music is the funniest thing about this show."
time: 15:00 "Everything about this show is hilarious."
time: 20:00 "The funniest thing about this show are the tiny little cars!"

etc.

Also, Bodie keeps wearing this thigh-length shiny pale grey leather jacket that's cut and styled like a shirt and it is one of the most hideous things I have ever seen. Then he finally got rid of it (well, changed out of it, anyway) in favour of a brown leather one... with a random, mysterious beige knit inset in the collar. It's almost enough to distract one from the parade of Doyle's velvet pants.

Of course, Doyle's velvet pants have nothing on the canary yellow pair worn by Dominic West in the first episode of Cambridge Spies. I think they emerged on the other side of "wtf" firmly in "omg" territory. Alas, wax_jism has been seized by the desire for cake, which may put a crimp in my intention to watch the second two episodes of the miniseries. She's abdicated to the kitchen for her usual two hours or so of waffling indecisively over her cookbook, I suspect. She doesn't bake very often. I was trying to tell her a highly significant anecdote in that it marked the only time Professor Surprise said something that made me want to cheer and was actually pretty witty:

cim: So Professor Surprise was like, what do you mean by ethnicity? And they were like, uhhhh, like race or something, and she was like, what do you mean by race.
wax: Do you want cake or not?
cim: I mean, in a discipline that has to problematise the concept of ethnicity you can't just ask "What does ethnicity do -"
wax: CAKE.
cim: In a scientific sense, it doesn't necessarily even exist.
wax: ETHNICITY OR CAKE???

So you probably had to be there, but I thought I'd record it for posterity anyway.