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Jul. 2nd, 2006 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI watched Army of Ghosts so much later than I should have done. El Familio have a distressing habit of eating at the time I should be parked in front of the TV. NOT BEST PLEASED. I'm still a bit confused about the entire thing, to be honest.
Well. I'm still a bit undecided on this one, actually. I enjoyed it, but the first bit of it didn't ring quite right. I think, perhaps, it was the part of "This is how I died." I like being kept on knife-edge, and... um. Unless there's going to be some kind of shock fake death? I Do Not Know and unfortunately I'm not quite bright enough to make up a complex theory.
I did like the idea of the ghosts, and the Doctor's viewpoint of it. I loved the idea of the craze across Earth for the ghosts, and the way that TV protrays it - that seemed about right to me.
Cybermen were... scary. The moment with them in people's houses and stuff - that frightened me.
The Sphere! Oooh, that was creepyand didn't look at all like a giant malteser. Also, some more Old Skool ideas, with the Void. I like the slow addition of mythology. The Daleks were effective in coming out of the Sphere, too.
Mickey! How did he get across, though? I want that explained. I also like the way he blatently ignored Rose, more or less.
ALIEN PLANETS. REAL, PROPER, ALIEN PLANETS. More of that, Rusty, please. It was beautifully shot.
Jackie Tyler, companion to the Doctor! That, worryingly, probably made me happiest of all. I did a little dance of squeeful joy and thought how appropriate it was, and how different the Doctor would have been without Rose.
(As a side note, just how many chips does Rose eat? Is it a complex metaphor? Because I like a bag of chips myself when I can get them, but good grief. How is she not eight foot wide? Sorry, I'm done now.)
I am Undecided about Torchwood, although if I ever had a boss like Yvonne I'd probably beat her about the head. I once had a boss who didn't speak much English and bellowed at me in Estonian for much of the day, banned me from having a lunch break and then made me leave an hour later than I was contracted to do. Yvonne would still be more annoying, I think.
I'm looking forward to next week, though. I think that when I am not watching it through a haze of pain, it'll be better.
I start a new job tomorrow. Sort of. I get the training and the uniform for it, which is practically the same thing. Did I explain what it was? I don't think I did. Basically, the agency that I went to see early last week have got some suitable work in for me. I'm covering someone for a minimum of six weeks due to illness (maybe longer; I'm hoping so) as a kitchen/dining room domestic, which according to my mum, the veteran of nursing home staff, means I run around, chop some vegatables maybe, and bring stuff out of the kitchen and clean up afterwards. I can deal with that. It's 8-2, which means six hours of paid employment. I actually don't know how much I'm being paid per hour, but I've worked with this agency before, when I was empoyed by a proper nursing home.
We were all on £5.40 an hour. Agency staff were on £6.50 an hour. I can deal with that, as long as I'm careful with my cash, because I can clear my overdraft with that and have a bit left over to get myself set up with in St Andrews. Which is good, and I will keep on looking for something to fill up the evenings with, because a little more cash so that I can do crazy things like eat would be useful too.
... On the less good side, I'm working 11 days flat out start tomorrow. Less good.
It is too warm. I was promised thunderstorms. Instead, I am boiling to death. Not good, when I will be working in a kitchen.
~Hathy_Col~
Well. I'm still a bit undecided on this one, actually. I enjoyed it, but the first bit of it didn't ring quite right. I think, perhaps, it was the part of "This is how I died." I like being kept on knife-edge, and... um. Unless there's going to be some kind of shock fake death? I Do Not Know and unfortunately I'm not quite bright enough to make up a complex theory.
I did like the idea of the ghosts, and the Doctor's viewpoint of it. I loved the idea of the craze across Earth for the ghosts, and the way that TV protrays it - that seemed about right to me.
Cybermen were... scary. The moment with them in people's houses and stuff - that frightened me.
The Sphere! Oooh, that was creepy
Mickey! How did he get across, though? I want that explained. I also like the way he blatently ignored Rose, more or less.
ALIEN PLANETS. REAL, PROPER, ALIEN PLANETS. More of that, Rusty, please. It was beautifully shot.
Jackie Tyler, companion to the Doctor! That, worryingly, probably made me happiest of all. I did a little dance of squeeful joy and thought how appropriate it was, and how different the Doctor would have been without Rose.
(As a side note, just how many chips does Rose eat? Is it a complex metaphor? Because I like a bag of chips myself when I can get them, but good grief. How is she not eight foot wide? Sorry, I'm done now.)
I am Undecided about Torchwood, although if I ever had a boss like Yvonne I'd probably beat her about the head. I once had a boss who didn't speak much English and bellowed at me in Estonian for much of the day, banned me from having a lunch break and then made me leave an hour later than I was contracted to do. Yvonne would still be more annoying, I think.
I'm looking forward to next week, though. I think that when I am not watching it through a haze of pain, it'll be better.
I start a new job tomorrow. Sort of. I get the training and the uniform for it, which is practically the same thing. Did I explain what it was? I don't think I did. Basically, the agency that I went to see early last week have got some suitable work in for me. I'm covering someone for a minimum of six weeks due to illness (maybe longer; I'm hoping so) as a kitchen/dining room domestic, which according to my mum, the veteran of nursing home staff, means I run around, chop some vegatables maybe, and bring stuff out of the kitchen and clean up afterwards. I can deal with that. It's 8-2, which means six hours of paid employment. I actually don't know how much I'm being paid per hour, but I've worked with this agency before, when I was empoyed by a proper nursing home.
We were all on £5.40 an hour. Agency staff were on £6.50 an hour. I can deal with that, as long as I'm careful with my cash, because I can clear my overdraft with that and have a bit left over to get myself set up with in St Andrews. Which is good, and I will keep on looking for something to fill up the evenings with, because a little more cash so that I can do crazy things like eat would be useful too.
... On the less good side, I'm working 11 days flat out start tomorrow. Less good.
It is too warm. I was promised thunderstorms. Instead, I am boiling to death. Not good, when I will be working in a kitchen.
~Hathy_Col~
