Spring is happening outside my window. Yay. Much rejoicing. Even if I can see the smog lying thick over what's called the Oslo cauldron. Heck, that's part of what makes summer in this city so great. There's nothing like getting high on exhaust fumes.

I'm starting to get a serious case of Buffy-withdrawal -- the show's been on hiatus for the past month -- so I'm listening to the Buffy the Musical soundtrack while I'm working, and I plan on watching a few season one episodes when I get home. It's called comfort-viewing. There's nothing to brighten up a dark day like an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Oh, and I'm expecting a DVD-order tomorrow, containing (amongst other things) Donnie Darko (if you haven't yet seen this dark treat, you must: it's awesome), Mulholland Drive, the first season box-set of HBO's Oz, and the first season box-set of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Lots of goodies, then. To be honest, the first ST:TNG season was a bit rubbish, but I'm a completist: I can't just skip seasons one and two and start buying when they release the third season. That just won't do. That just won't do at all. Anyways, there are a few episodes in season one that are okay-ish, so... And it's a bit nostalgic to watch them all over again. Sigh. Those were the days. Bald captains and funny skirts.  ¶ 17:54