The Jane Genie

I have not blogged for a while, eh?

If I'm honest, I'll say that I don't actually know why. I mean, it's not like I'm doing anything productive of late.

I'm on Season Five of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and enjoying it very much. Sad Spike is saddening (or perhaps depressing is a better term) because we all know that we would totally pounce on him in a second if we had the choice and why can't Buffy see it yet? I mean, it's not like Riley is badass and has blonde hair and wears lots of black and generally has an air of supreme coolness about him, he is, as Spike pointed out - Captain Cardboard.

Anyway 'tis all merry in the land of Buffy, and also Heroes, which I am getting back into as I gradually ease my way back into Season Two. The season which turned many people off the show, because Maya is so freakin' irritating and what the hell is Peter doing in Ireland with a bunch of blokes with crap accents? Things are on the up and up though, Nathan finally shaved off his fugly hobo beard.

Ruddles went missing the other night, to cut a long story short - he vanished, wasn't in the oven, everyone freaked out and then he came in covered in poop or something. But he's back, which is the important thing. He had everyone worried for a moment back then. Good thing we don't panic in a crisis.

It wasn't quite how I'd envisioned spending my Monday night; my hands clamped round a squirming kitten's forearms and head whilst Mother holds his torso and legs and Father wipes shit off his faloola with an old wet wipe. Hmm.

So I've taken to locking myself away in my bedroom (which is slowly getting tidier-wahay) because frankly I've gotten sick of standing downstairs with a certain Father who, and I've noticed lately, looks at me like I'm an idiot and should know the 'obvious' thing to be doing. The 'obvious' thing, which is never the 'obvious' thing, believe me. Anyway, I'm tired of being the one who stands silently in the corner of the kitchen whilst he storms around doing everything like no one else has ever had a really tough time because honestly, I have and I think if you knew quite the extent of it someone wouldn't speak to me as if my questions are ridiculous and a toddler would know the answer because it's so bloody OBVIOUS *breathes* even though I'm standing RIGHT HERE willing to HELP. Also - why am I always the one who has to start the conversation? And even then I don't get a constructive answer, just a grunted 'yes', 'no' or 'I suppose'. Just ask how my day was, or if there are any good films out or SOMETHING, I don't know. It's not my job to be quiz master for all eternity.

Okay - that was weird. Serious non-stop typing straight from the old noggin there.

Hospital, Lady in Black and possibly Doctor Parnassus all next week, whoop de wait for it doop.