Yack Yack Yack Yack

Good GOD why doesn't he shut up?! (The he in question being my father.) I've reached the point of going "yes," "no," and "that's nice," in the vague hope they're in the right place.

( On To The Details )

So quite a successful morning, all told. I'm just taking a bit of stock now (and waiting for the windbag in the kitchen to shut up) before I start doing some writing. Need to get quite a bit of this done today as I'll be out most of tomorrow (since the Ford Dealer is on one of the main routes into town, I'm dropping the car off then going to spend the day in town).

And, while his nibbs is still yattering on (why the hell does he think I'm going to care what Alistair Campbell is or isn't putting in his memoirs - unless he's talking the ex-Zimbabwe cricket captain, and I don't think he is, somehow...), I did promise a few more coherent thoughts on Serenity. So...

( Athersgeo Film Review: Serenity )

Knowing how many Firefly fans there are on my flist, I'm sure I'll now get an inbox full of people telling me where I'm wrong!