First day of Spring, and the familiar Seasonal Affective Disorder is already kicking in.
Any kind of merriment in life in general appears to be getting increasingly hard to achieve. With the unwelcome appearance of such unseasonally warm weather, it's hardly surprising.
Just better get used to it, I suppose.
Anyway, my attentions have been wandering from these pages for other reasons than that.
Rediscovering the joys of reading has a lot to do with it, as I have finally managed to hone both my male multitasking skills and extraneous noise filters to achieve their full potential. I am happy to report that I can now maintain the illusion that I am actually paying attention to other people and my surroundings while simultaneously managing to remain in total concentration on what I am damn well doing.
And being totally immersed in a book (especially history or philosophy) is a good "fuck you" in these parts, it's sad to say.
Anyway, that's the theory, and let's hope it works.
Meanwhile, I am basking in the warm and fuzzy glow of old Doctor Who Monthlies, or rather a stack of recently acquired pdf scans since all my original copies are languishing in the loft.
And again I am almost moved to tears by my near-pathological page-by-page recollection of a set of magazines that were published over 30 years ago, and how valued the contents were because of their excitement, uniqueness and the joyful fires they fanned in my imagination.
Also of interest lately has been the chasing down of a variety of shinydisc stragglers of varying degrees of rarity. I am now currently up to date with Yer Who discs, have had significant victories in Hammer mode (including Noir material), and have unearthed a fair few Network gems that have recently slipped into deletion.
(Note to self. Next for a long overdue purge will be Marvel Essentials).
Come to think of it, things don't look so bad. If you think money can buy you distraction, that is...
