Television

It really is rather ridiculous these pangs of enthusiasm I find myself having for the next series of Doctor Who. I mean really, it's still a year away!

I have utterly immersed myself in the series now, watching all the DVDs in chronological order, and now catching up on the gaps now that I can torrent. And now that I'll be watching the ones what Martha Jones was in with Dave, that's three versions of the Doctor I'm submitting too.

I just thought I'd state here, on this, where all my ill-planned and careless thoughts are stored until they are read again (so, just me, in three or four years time), that I'm really excited about the 11th doctor, and think his costume is excellent. Let's hope they drop the whole british nationalist wank they've been paradeing throughout David Tennant's reign though.

Hmm, television. I like television, more than films or books these days. While Doctor Who fills up all my day-to-day obsessive enthusiast tendancies, there is an incredible plethora of entertainment on its way before the year is through.

Dollhouse season 2 starts on the 25th September, and I cannot wait. I'm jittery with excitement. And only a week after the finale of True Blood season 2! Haw, man, sweet.

If you've not seen either of these shows, and can't promise me now that you will watch them soon, well, we need to reconsider some core principles in our relationship. Personally, they are the two most highly recommended shows I can think of that are on right now.

Then there's Dexter coming back! 'Caprica' and 'The Plan' - those crazy Battlestar spin-offs! New 4400... alright, I lied there, sorry. But new South Park!

Alright, I'm just having a geek wank, so I will bring this post, yet another fascinating and enlightening one at that, to an end, and return to the work I should be doing - cleaning the database post-fringe. Fun.

A proud resident of Falcon Heights

Ugh, I spend too much time with a computer these days; when I'm home, my laptop is reduced to a mere DVD player (but my, what a DVD player!) and the internet just doesn't seem an interesting enough time waster.

So I'm writing from work instead, and ignoring pesky customers.

The work of which I'm referring to is of course the Traverse Box Office, which I've been residing in throughout this year's festival. Jolly good fun so it is, though bloody busy. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to start looking very seriously for a proper job sooner than I thought, as the hours I'm going to get post-festival are depressingly few. We'll see - the hunt starts now.

Well, sort of now, I'm at work y'know, and I've got a blog to rattle out.

As is probably inferred from me working in Edinburgh, I am now living in Edinburgh! Fookin' brilliant so it is, properly enjoying myself. With Conor, Dave and Ted (the cat) as flatmates, things are pretty sweet, I love my as-yet-undecorated room (though I do have the giant head of Michael C Hall watching over me, so that's ok) - I will give you a guided tour of the flat in good time, revealing the incredible secret fourth floor of Falcon Heights.

This all means however that I've now left the Byre. Very sad face. I was sorry to leave, and probably would've been happy to stay if it wasn't for my itching desire to leave home and St. Andrews, to seek fame and fortune (ha) in the big city. It was an excellent night out for my leaving do, and a lovely way to send off three years of happy employment.

Annoyingly, I'm still paying off the debt I put myself in by buying that HD video camera, but unable to use it because I left the cables in Fife... But once they are reunited, I'm hoping to make a few silly bits with Dave, so this page will likely look less like a dump site for impersonal youtube videos in the coming months.

Well, I say likely, I mean, well, there's so much good tv to watch, so...