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“Given that St. Valentine was a 3rd century Roman priest who was stoned and beheaded, wouldn’t a more appropriate celebration of the evening be taking one’s steady gal to witness a brutal murder?” – The Big Bang Theory
I spent most of today cleaning and watching episodes of Doctor Who (“Time and the Rani” and “Paradise Towers,” specifically), which is…what? Isn’t that how any self-respecting single man spends his Valentine’s Day? Well, it’s what I did. I also worked on the New York Times crossword puzzle for a while and walked the dog. World on a string, has I.
It’s worth noting that I don’t dislike Valentine’s Day; it’s just a holiday that’s all but impossible to enjoy when you’re not with someone. (Or at all when it’s in movie format, apparently.) If I had a girlfriend or wife, I might feel differently, but for now…well, I’ll just have to settle for being amused by poems like this, images like these, the Sunday crossword, and horribly cheesy (but still surprisingly enjoyable) British science fiction from the ’80s.
The cleaning I can take or leave, actually.
I think cleaning and watching Doctor Who is a perfectly fine way to spend a Valentine’s Day. Although I would not have picked “Time and the Rani.”
I watched Rushmore and ate popcorn. I also have the world on a string.
Although I would not have picked “Time and the Rani.â€
No, it was not a terrific episode, and I think had too much of Sylvester McCoy acting like an easily fooled in-between persona. “Paradise Towers” is a little ridiculous, too, but that’s sort of par for the course with old-school Who. I didn’t dislike it, and it was McCoy’s first episode. I liked the scene where he tries on all the old Doctors’ outfits, silly as that was.
I watched Rushmore and ate popcorn. I also have the world on a string.
Hey, Rushmore‘s a pretty great movie, so that doesn’t sound so bad. And it is, in a way, a love story…although it’s possible it’s one between Jason Schwartzman and Bill Murray’s characters…
True. I grumbled about that, but I wasn’t feeling up for zombies.
There just aren’t a lot of good zombie romance movies.
Though, come to think of it, that does sort of remind me of a song I once wrote:
http://www.clubs.psu.edu/up/python/newsletter/Sp2003/Completely%20Different%20-%20Volume%20Albatross_4.pdf
Which, disturbingly enough, I actually recorded: http://www.unreality.net/weblog/ZombieGirl.mp3
It’s very rough around the edges. But then, aren’t zombies, too?