Monday various

Post-Cuckoo Day blues

Today was an awful lot like yesterday, only with rainy weather. I spent most of it cleaning — I have both too much stuff and too little space in which to keep it — and listening to John Cleese talk about what did and didn’t work in episodes of Fawlty Towers. (He’s roughest on fan favorites like “Gourmet Night” and “The Germans.”)

It’s back to work tomorrow.

Happy Cuckoo Day

According to my desk calendar, today was traditionally Cuckoo Day in Britain:

In Marsden, West Yorkshire, residents still honor the “Welsh ambassador,” as the cuckoo was known, since its migratory route begins in Wales.

No word on what the celebrations entail. Me, I spent the day mostly just hanging around the house.

I did some much needed cleaning and listened to several of John Cleese’s commentaries on the Fawlty Towers DVDs.

I mailed a few more issues of Kaleidotrope, and learned that a story from issue #6 had been nominated for an award.

I quite liked this week’s episode of Doctor Who, even if it was mostly just a mash-up of two of Steven Moffat’s earlier episodes (“Blink” and “Silence in the Library”/”Forest of the Dead”) with some clever bits added on here and there. I can hardly blame him for revisiting the Weeping Angels, which remain genuinely scary, and I’m quite looking forward to the continuation next week.

And then this evening, I watched The Limey, which I think I enjoyed more as a series of expertly composed shots than as an engaging story.

And that was my Cuckoo Day.