telly update

I’ve been watching a fair bit of House lately, and while I’ve decided Hugh Laurie is about as hawt as hawt gets, it’s getting a bit wearing. Lots of dramatic blood and far, far too much miserable middle aged man for me.
So I’ve replaced it with some of this action:
The video shop has about six seasons all on DVD so I’m set for a while. The Squeeze is disgusted, but I’m enjoying it. I like it that no one dies. I also like that it’s really all about the ladies. The few male characters in the program are really just props for the female characters – Rory has an attractive young thing who’s flitting in and out of the narrative, and whose only purpose seems to be admiring Rory’s choice in reading matter. Laurelai has a couple of blokes who drop into the story now and then, but they really don’t seem to do much except ask her on dates and be knocked back (especially if they’re only interested in her for her body), be grilled and then perhaps taken on a date (if they’re interested in her brain). Or they make her cups of coffee.
I like it. Nobody dies. I know it’s trash, but it’s better than Smallville, and there’s lots of it.
We are still mowing our way through West Wing – just started season 4. I have to say, I was really disappointed that the CSI secret agen guy was killed off at the end of season 3. He satisfied my inner chick-flick fan.
I care about telly at the moment because I’m on an ob-con fuelled craft kick. I’ve been quilting like a demon (I do have some lovely photos to put up – I’ll get on it STAT), I’ve been doing some crocheting (I like the complicated patterns, and really get more pleasure out of figuring out how it works than in creating a final product – there’s been lots of undoing and redoing), and I’ve just finished a queen sized quilt thing. The Squeeze hasn’t decided whether he wants it to be a quilt cover or a light weight quilt for summer. So I’m waiting on that. That one’s lovely – all shades of blue, and lots and lots of different types of Hawaiin print fabric. The patchwork design isn’t one of my best, but it was satisfying to put together and actually looks pretty ok.

I’ve also moved on from the recent rash of thriller/murder mystery books to some restorative Dianne Wynne Jones:
The Pinhoe Egg is lovely children’s fantasy, and I’m enjoying it very much.