I read in Vogue that leggings are out. As usual, Vogue has its fingertips on the elbow, not the pulse, of the nation. My generation will never give up its leggings. You can have your cargo pants, and your capris, and your grey wool trousers; leggings fit any size body, they're flattering, they're cheap, and they are immensely comfortable. There's going to be a nation of 85 year olds wearing leggings under long sweaters someday, mark my words. Well, during the fall and spring, anyway.
I was very disappointed in tonight's Babylon 5 episode, The Wheel of Fire, one of the final five shows of the series. The script creaked, the acting was wooden, and I've long since ceased to care for any of the characters except G'Kar and Londo. Those two are a joy to watch. Unfortunately, they weren't around much. It was painfully easy to predict each new plot revelation. A woman starts acting uncharacteristically emotional, then faints. Duh, do you think she's pregnant? One tough cookie gives another an "I feel your pain because I've been there" speech even though they've always been on the outs before. Hmm, let's guess: she's going to reveal she, too, is an alcoholic, and trot out the usual recovery guff. And no, by the way, this isn't a spoiler. All of this has been foreshadowed or outright mentioned on the show many seasons since.
And who turned Lyta Alexander into Telepath Spice? Her hair gets redder and less likely, and her cleavage more exposed, with each episode. That was a seriously chic restraining jacket she had on tonight.
Pardon my free-floating crabbiness. I've spent the weekday evenings catching up on my 1997 archives. This is a hideously tedious job. The end is in sight, however. I had to create a new template in order to tighten up the layout and revise the graphics for the first five months. Now it's more or less a matter of plugging in the content. Only two and a half months left to revise and every single diary entry will be readable. If, of course, anyone cares. I must say, I was pretty funny last year on a consistent basis.
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