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It's just occured to me that I went to this months ago, and never got round to saying how awesome it was. So, since I'm still two Merlins (soon to be three) behind, haven't watched Part 2 of the Smallville finale either, and in short, don't have much else to review, here's my review of how awesome The Doctor Who Eperience is.

It's very awesome. 8-)
Somewhat more detail below, including spoilers )
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As alluded to in my previous post, we have a kitten! We went to the SSPCA on Saturday, and were told we could pick him up on Sunday. We've (eventually) named him Magick, because he's black and he keeps disappearing.

This is him:
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My Mum just alerted me that some of the accessories from the Doctor Who toys my neice got for Christmas have gone MIA and may be on our living room floor. She asked me to keep an eye out for "Sylvester Stallone's umbrella"...

Hallowe'en

Oct. 31st, 2010 10:48 pm
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Went round to my sister's for Hallowe'en yesterday. Yes, yesterday; arcane Scottish tradition has it that if the 31st is a Sunday, Hallowe'en is the Saturday. As far as I know, All Saints' Day is still tomorrow, though.

Anyway, my neice was wearing a pretty cool vampire dress, and my nephew was wearing his Luigi hat and a moustache. I, as the most childish adult in the family, felt obliged to dress up as well, and reassembled my Definitely Not The Nac Mac Feegle outfit from DiscCon 2008, on the grounds that my neice would now know what it was about, since she's read the first three Tiffany books[1]

And ... nobody came. Sorry, tell a lie, one friend of the family came. And then they wouldn't go out if no-one else was doing it, so another friend of the family came to deliver the bags of sweets. But my sister's neighbourhood, which is full of kids, was berift of guisers, even more so than last year.

(It did occur to us that maybe everyone else had forgotten about this arcane Scottish tradition. But I haven't seen anyone out tonight either. Well, no, when we visited my aunt this evening, there was one woman dragging a girl dressed as a pumpkin behind her and muttering "Well, we weren't told it was yesterday, were we?" But that was it.)

[1]For non-Discworld fans, the Nac Mac Feegle are inch-high blue Scottish stereotypes ("pictsies"). The costume, based on a scene in the book where they take control of a scarecrow to interact with "bigjobs", comprised an old shirt and trousers, a broad brimmed hat, clompy boots, gloves, dark glasses and a false beard. The sleeves were stuffed with newspaper for the "scarecrow" effect, meaning one hand was free to operate "Daft Wullie", a small Grover puppet which Mum had embellished with a kilt and red hair and beard, who would clamber out of the shirt to see what was going on.
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Ah, Scottish weather, eh?
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...So when, shortly after dinner, Mum asked me a question about where the wires went that connected the phone to the computer, I think I can be excused for not realising she was trying to download photos from her mobile, and muttering something about the back of the modem...

Sheesh...

Oct. 1st, 2009 07:47 pm
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I've just received a letter from Highland Council, telling me how I could save money on heating.

I've received it. Not my Mum.

Because obviously, despite the evidence of the council tax payments, if there's two people living in a house and one of them is male, he must be the one who pays the bills...
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Me: Now we're getting diet Irn Bru, I can stop thinking I should only have one glass a day.

Mum: That makes sense. Apparently there's absolutely no points in Diet Irn Bru.

Me: Then ... why are we buying it?
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For my neice's birthday last year, I got her The Illustrated Wee Free Men. Upon finishing it, my Mum told her there was a sequel, and she borrowed my copy of Hat Full of Sky.

She's just finished Wintersmith, and gone off with Equal Rites. Result!
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Can someone tell me who came up with the idea of the schools that raised money for Comic Relief voting for where it went, and what the blue blazes they were thinking?

I'm sure it seemed like a good way of getting the kids more involved, but the effect was that my neice needed reassured that the boy she voted for was going to get help, even though he "lost" at her school.
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I was round at my sister's for Hallowe'en yesterday. There were, I think, two groups of kids trick-or-treating[1], or three if you include my niece and nephew[2]. My sister now has all these sweets and apples that she's no idea what to do with.

Last year there were loads. I think (it was difficult to tell over the sound of my nephew not putting on his costume) that the News Quiz said the whole affair seemed to have fallen out of favour[3].

There were rather more people at the opening of the Highland Science Festival this afternoon. I have now been to the World's Smallest Lecture: two minutes each on quantum and relativity, in a tiny shed with room for one audience member, the lecturer, and a clipboard. Apparently this is a genuine world record attempt.

[1]Even my Mum's given up trying to get the modern generation to call it "guising".

[2] 8-year-old niece was dressed, very appropriately, as a devil. 2-year-old nephew had a matching costume but refused to put it on. He eventually was persuaded to put on his Bob the Builder hat and carry his Handy Manny toolbox. And his trident. (My own costume, which I didn't think was bad for something thrown together at the last minute, was my interview suit over my S-shield T-shirt, with a cardboard Daily Planet press pass clipped to the pocket. I already had the geeky glasses.)

[3]Jeremy Hardy: "My daughter always told me never to give sweets to strange children."
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My sister to my nephew, today:

"Granny doesn't want to sit there, just to be ignored by someone who's busy watching TV and paying no attention to her whatsoever. She's got a David for that!"
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When my birthday was announced on the pro-fun group recently, I commented that I didn't *feel* thirty; I still felt like a kid who wasn't fully prepared for the grown-up world. I also alluded to the fact that others seem to agree with me on this.

My mum's going away for a couple of weeks on a course. My gran and aunt have both said "But who's going to look after David?", to which Mum's responded that I lived in Edinburgh for a year when I was at Uni. (Technically, I was living with another aunt, but she was hardly there, and I did my own shopping and stuff. So it counts.) Despite this, she doesn't seem entirely convinced either, and is going to be stocking up on readymeals before she leaves. I'm not bothered by this; I expected it and to a certain extent they're right.

But when my five year old neice says "But, Granny, Uncle Davey can't make dinners!" I start to think it's getting ridiculous...

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