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I'm up to Sharpe's Company now, and I've been thinking for a few days about a question -- which is hotter:  Lt. Sharpe, 95th Rifles, as played by Mr. Sean Bean, or Lt. Bush, RN, as played by Mr. Paul McGann?  My hypothesis is that as long as they both keep their mouths shut, Sharpe wins; but the minute they speak, Bush vaults or catapults into the lead.  It's not that Mr. Sean Bean's voice isn't, you know, very pleasant indeed; but damn.  (Bush also wins a few style points for his show's theme music not having a part for solo electric guitar.)

ellen_fremedon says she'd have to see them side by side.  I say this is also entirely acceptable.  But I cannot find a good picture of Lt. Bush.  ALAS.  Internets, can you help me?

[eta:  But I'll tell you what:  that Sean Bean just keeps getting hotter, doesn't he.]

Very vivid dream last night (or, more likely, this morning between snooze alarms) that I was getting married to (of all people) Paul McGann, of whom I have been aware only as Lt. Bush in the later Horatio Hornblower movies and not, it shouldn't surprise you to learn, as the Eighth Doctor. An odd choice. There was another couple whose plans were moving along at a speedier clip than ours, and at one point we joined hands and, like, leaped down a flight of stairs, this being supposed to symbolically -- or, for all I know, literally -- place us ahead of something. My parents had hurried up getting to town to attend the wedding.

Anyone?


In other news, Jonathan Coulton concert last night, hurrah, with fun (but poss. overlong) opening act Paul and Storm (with special appearance by Richard and Bernie, so, yay, the whole band together again, and they did "Enormous Penis" rather than "Title of the Song", but what can you do). (Opening acts, particularly good ones, are good and all, but I fear nothing will ever top the grooviness -- because of the surprise -- of getting to the Jon Stewart show and learning that the opening act was Mike Birbiglia, whom I knew in college. So all other opening acts are doomed -- or at least until I discover that, like, my best friend from elementary school is opening for Elton John, or something.) osymandias will be particularly interested to hear that Jonathan C. included "Mandelbrot Set" in his, well, set. :-D

In other other news, my boss's father died on Saturday night. This is primarily very sad for him and his family (in particular, his wife is like seven months pregnant, so, you know, no good when grandfathers never get to meet their grandbabies), but it impacts me in the following ways: I predict I will have even less to do today this week than usual, and I will need to ask someone else to approve my juggling-around of spring break non-working days.

So my boss evidently picked up a cold on the plane last Monday.  He was sniffling all week, and self-medicating with a combination of whiskey and decongestants that was actually sort of amusing; but didn't I specifically say to both him and middle-seniority dude that if they were getting sick I was going to need them to keep a safe distance from me or else I'd be sure to get it too?  (Answer:  yes, yes I did.)

Woke up this morning around 8am with a raging headache.  Mainly dehydration, I thought, but watering it didn't really help as much as it should have, and what with the light coming through the window, I also had migraine-type thoughts.  (Ordinarily I'd just have found the light coming through the blinds was annoying, not actually so painful.  But ordinarily I'm not still in bed at the time the light actually falls across my pillow.)  The sleep mask I have within reach, left over from a Virgin Atlantic flight some time in the past couple of years, is less opaque than such a thing should be, but ultimately the various drugs I'd taken kicked in around 10:30 and I dozed off and on until about 3pm.

And woke up feeling less of the headache, but rather more of the swollen-tonsil sore throat that means if I don't play every card exactly right I'll have a sinus infection within the next couple of days.

That was Saturday shot, then, of course, and now it's past 2:30 am and I know I ought to go to sleep (this is one of the cards I've got to play, after all), so I'm going in just a minute -- but, dude, after surviving the whole week without catching the stupid cold, I get it now?!  Unfair, is what that is.


On an absolutely unrelated subject:  mmmmm, Ioan Gruffudd.  (Why, yes, I have been mainlining Horatio Hornblower; why do you ask?)  That is all.