After my shower yesterday, in which I did in fact think about other things, we dashed off to the local Costumer’s Guild meeting (with a brief stop at Jack’s for food—we have almost nothing in the house and have been too busy to shop), and talked about Italian history and clothes, sumptuary laws, etc. Ceridwen did female clothes and Ken did male clothes, and I tried on another one of Ceridwen’s gowns, and it was all amusing.

Then we came home, did a little work, and settled down the first episode of this season’s “Angel”. My my my oh my. What a brilliant beginning to the season. Hysterically funny (I had to rewind for one Wesley comment because it was just too brilliant), thought-provoking (as they grapple with their new roles), dotted with action (they’ve definitely got a much higher budget this year, judging on the effects), and ending with a cliffhanger of sorts. I have this desire to leave the War site next week just to watch it. (This will fade as I get into War mode—at least I hope it will!)

Well. Now we have a DVR (digital recorder). $10/month from the cable company. And, with it, a slew of extra channels, including BBC America (So Graham Norton!) and VH-1 Classics. I may get stuck in front of the TV…but hey, I have a Palm and keyboard. Actually, we made a point of doing this before the War, because it would be hard to tape everything we’d want to while we’re gone.

We have one VCR and the DVD player on a shelf over the TV, with a space between them. Ken put the DVR on top of them, bridging across the space. “Look,” I said, “you’ve built Technology Henge.”

I had to announce myself as the new Gyldenholt Chronicler tonight, because Santine was ill and sent me her report to read aloud. Talk about multiple personality issues. I took notes, and got them all sorted after we got home. I’ll pick up all of the files at Harvest, which will give me more than enough time to whack together my first issue.

Well, drat and blast. The DVR hard drive has gone wonky already. We lost everything we tried to record tonight (nothing major, though). It still worked in terms of all the digital channels, so I put labels in Combat Booklets while watching VH-1 Classics. Which is _such_ a dangerous channel for me. Now we’re toddling off to bed—massages in the morning…

[Word’s spellchecker does not know “henge”. Pah.]