70s men, aliens, and sexy doctors....

Okay, so perhaps it HAS been a while since I regularly blogged, and perhaps blogging twice in one day does absolutely nothing to fix that situation, but at least I am trying...... :-)

We had a massive storm earlier tonight, so loud that I had to turn my tv all the way up just so I could hear it over the rain. At my old place, I had a sloping tiled roof. Here I have a flat tin one, so the difference when it rains is quite noticeable. The sound is a welcome one, though between it and the diesel trains that go past on a regular basis, it also makes for LOUD.

Did I mention that my new place is rather close to the train line? It's good if I need to go anywhere on the train, because, like my old place, it's within walking distance of the station, but at my old place I didn't hear the trains quite so much as I do here.

My poor sooky puppy was utterly terrified though. It seems it isn't just fireworks that make him shake. I opened my front door to see if he was okay, and he got past me into the lounge room. That's the second time he's done that now. He got past me through the back door the last time there were fireworks (when Santa arrived at the shopping centre up the road a few weeks back).

Now, if I hadn't just paid a lot of money to get my old furniture recovered, I wouldn't mind so much having the dog in the house every so often, but as I chose pale blue for my lounge suite (bad choice, I know), I really don't want the dog anywhere near any of it. Especially a dog that sheds every second of every day.

But as I keep saying, he's a good dog, really :-)

Tonight on Foxtel, UKTV broadcast the Dr Who special of The Weakest Link. I was bad and got hold of a copy of it months ago, through nefarious means, so I had already seen it, but seeing it on a tv is totally different to seeing it on a computer screen. Oh that Doctor....what a spunk! And Captain Jack....ahem....yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Mum and I were actually talking about Englishmen and ages, actors and levels of cuteness tonight, and one name that came up in the conversation was that of John Simm. Mum referred to him as "a weasely little man, not at all leading role material". Now I wonder how Mr Simm would feel about that if he knew? Granted a lot of the time he looks a hell of a lot shorter than his 5 foot 10 inches, and his slender English build probably doesn't help to make people think of typical suave, sexy, tall, strongly built leading men (think John Barrowman, if you will...ah, Captain Jack.....if I said I was an alien, would you PROMISE to take me away? xxx), but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have what it takes to command the action when the need arises.

Certainly as The Master, in Doctor Who, he is just totally astonishing. He is evil, and dark, and not a little bit insane, and yet, at the same time, he is electrifying in his intensity, and charismatic and sexy, gorgeous and truly beautiful (and I don't necessarily mean his looks either). He sent chills up my spine just watching him personify the quintessential arch-rival of the Doctor, and then, just at the end, he also managed to bring tears to my eyes.

As Sam Tyler, in Life On Mars, you find yourself being dragged along for the ride. As a person born in 1973 (the year the show is set in), it's kind of funny watching it, because sadly enough, I actually get a lot of the references, and sadder still, I seriously did grow up with men around me (friends of my parents) who were very much like the police force that Sam finds himself dumped into back in the 70s. Men in general were a lot like that. Not totally, granted. I know that that show is stereotypical, but in order for something to be stereotypical, something must first be "typical". And there were men just like them back then. Perhaps that's why Dad loves the show so much. It reminds him of a time since gone.

But back to other things.

What else have I been up to in the past few months? Quick answer - not a hell of a lot. Long answer - something along the following:

1. getting around to fixing Mum's computer that's been here since July (I know, I've been SLACK....)

2. playing on my xbox (and getting games for it second hand).

3. unpacking the occasional box and trying to figure out where everything will go.

4. trying to ignore every single person who comes along and says "but you have TOO much stuff! Where are you going to put it all? Why don't you just sell it all?" (helpful little souls, I know, but what they seem to forget is that I have moved from a two story house, to a one story house, so of course I have less room now, but also, as opposed to before where everything lived in boxes 90% of the time, here I want to actually be able to use most of my stuff and read my books and the like, and until I have unpacked and sorted out and organised, OF COURSE the house is going to look like it's about to burst!)

5. raising a pup. He'll be 8 months old on the 13th of December.

6. getting over yet another bout of the flu (the second one I have had since I moved house, actually).

7. trying to find my way around a whole new town.

8. getting stuff done to the house that needed doing (including getting a fence built to keep my dog in)

9. enjoying not having the neighbours from hell living down the road anymore.

10. getting used to living in a whole new house after 14 years in the same one.

11. learning to sleep despite the sounds of the trains going through the front room.

12. going through my DVD collection and catching up on a lot of movies I have.

13. finding time to do some craft work every so often.

14. finding time to try and get some plants to grow.

Other things too, like reading books and looking stuff up on the net, watching Dr Who, Torchwood and Life On Mars, plus generally spending time with my boyfriend. You know, the usual stuff.

With Christmas so close, I have a lot of things to do over the next few weeks, so I guess at least I will be busy :-)