A Grand Prix.

Hello. I am me. I have eaten of pizza this evening. I'm That Bad.

There is a Grand Prix on Sunday. In Bahrain. I'm sort of pleased. Except that I have to watch all the Grand Prix, because I just do, and they last almost two hours and they're not always phenomenally interesting. But they get interesting in sudden and unexpected ways, so you don't like to read a book or write a novel while one's on the telly. And then when they do get interesting they can look so alarming that you wish they'd kept on being boring. Though sometimes they get interesting in a technical sneaking past while so-and-so's in the pits type way. And sometimes they don't. I look forward to the season immensely until I remember that watching a Grand Prix can be a bit of a trial. Perhaps the absurdness and the noise will seduce me once again. And at least it isn't on at 4am (for a few weeks yet).

There are people on my flist who are going to Star One this weekend, and I wish to say to them Hurrah and Enjoy, so I do.

A Grand Prix.

Hello. I am me. I have eaten of pizza this evening. I'm That Bad.

There is a Grand Prix on Sunday. In Bahrain. I'm sort of pleased. Except that I have to watch all the Grand Prix, because I just do, and they last almost two hours and they're not always phenomenally interesting. But they get interesting in sudden and unexpected ways, so you don't like to read a book or write a novel while one's on the telly. And then when they do get interesting they can look so alarming that you wish they'd kept on being boring. Though sometimes they get interesting in a technical sneaking past while so-and-so's in the pits type way. And sometimes they don't. I look forward to the season immensely until I remember that watching a Grand Prix can be a bit of a trial. Perhaps the absurdness and the noise will seduce me once again. And at least it isn't on at 4am (for a few weeks yet).

There are people on my flist who are going to Star One this weekend, and I wish to say to them Hurrah and Enjoy, so I do.