This year, though, I feel sad and seedy. I guess I wonder how many more Christmases I'll see, and if any of them will be 'nice.'
Anyway, I've done bloody nothing but watch TV day and night. The cast stops me from drawing/writing properly, my cataracts make long stretches of reading a chore, the current lack of exercise increases my depression, etc. Feh.
There was another nasty fatal accident on Queenstown Road. That place has rather bad vibes. A car hit an airport coach, and both vehicles burned up, in the middle of the night.
The mild, murky weather, of course, is my least favourite kind.
Stuff I Watched...
Part of the 1951 CHRISTMAS CAROL, with Alistair Sim, which we called 'the real Scrooge' when I was a kid, and watched every year. I remember being quite scared of the ghoulish-looking Marley of Michael Horden, shrieking and shaking his chain. I've never liked another version...
The new BBC variation, which started tonight, is really very interesting, though, with an excellent cast. I'm looking forward to the rest of it.
THE THING, a recent remake, which, while no threat to the 80's masterpiece, wasn't that bad at all.
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY: Damn entertaining, but sad, too, of course. Poor old Freddie *Snurk*
THE WITCHER. I don't know if I'll stick with it, but the first episode was reasonably entertaining, and the mutant hunk has sexy silver hair. We'll see how it goes.
I've been getting earworms of several of the profoundly chronic numbers from the vomitrocious 1776 film, too. I don't need it...