This weekend was the last without marking for the rest of the year, I fear. I went home to the parents and watched:

  1. Mansfield Park (lovely – Billie Piper is so sweet)
  2. Northanger Abbey (even lovelier – such satire of gothicism, such a cute ending! Kept us guessing too)
  3. Emma (not as lovely as hoped, unfortunately, though quite good – mostly just a glaring absence of Jeremy Northam and the fact that Emma bores me)
  4. I Am Legend (fantastic, different, Will Smith is an excellent actor)
  5. Doctor Who (Yay! I do love Donna* and in-jokes**. And then there was the preview for next week, which will mean I’ll drift off to sleep tonight thinking of all the ways The Doctor could possibly have a blonde daughter. :P – I have a whole week to be a shipper, before the reportedly*** disappointing episode.)

I also started to read Odd Thomas to my mother, ready for the newest Odd Thomas book, from Dean Koontz. And I discovered there’s a website for the series – with a serialised short film of an in-between-the-books adventure! Woohoo!

Night night, don’t let the Sontarens bite.

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* Unrelated, but was that a deliberate Stargate moment between the two UNIT characters? Kim and I both laughed.

** “Are you my mummy?”

*** Neil Gaiman said something about not merely needing to suspend disbelief, but to forcibly restrain it in iron chains and hang it over a vat of boiling cheese. Or something.