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Have calmed somewhat from being Ranty-McRantypants this morning. Internet is still not working on my desktop but am resigned using the laptop with a cursor that skips around the screen. Sigh. One day I will be able to afford a new laptop. Though, it'll most likely have to be one with Vista and that'll be another source of Grate Woe. Maybe I should just quit the world of technology.

Or maybe just the computer-type of technology, since my DVD collection is still all that is shiny and awesome. In the ongoing John Simm marathon that my life has become, I watched Wonderland last night. It was- different. Good different, though it could've done with some script editing to stop a ninety minute film feeling an hour longer. All the reviews said it was an excellent contrast to the 'fake', polished London of films like Love Actually and it is; it's down in all the dirt and the rubbish bags across pavements and tiny narrow rooms that are claustrophobic even on this side of the screen. But add lots of handheld camera work and what looks like deliberately lower-quality film for a lot of it and it got annoying sometimes. Bad quality film when there's no reason for it seriously bugs me because it's a lazy way to generate atmosphere that you should be doing through editing and set dressing etc. Lazy and annoying.

But once I got past that, John Simm was sweet and it had a funky-hairstyled Gina McKee and a beautifully subtle plot for her that didn't actually have any dialogue explaining it but left the audience to interpret it all through other conversations and brief moments here and there. It was lovely not to have plot thrown in your face for once. And I realised that I've never seen John Simm acting such a domestic part - he's either a gambling addict or back in time or taking over the world. In this, he was in a supermarket. And selling kitchens. He rode a scooter (a note on that in a second). It was oddly bizarre. And I decided that I should never marry anyone who can do a hunted-pathetic-kicked-puppy expression like his, because I would forgive him everything, even when he was being a complete goit. There is not willpower enough in the world to resist that expression.

But that *scooter*. ( spoilers for Wonderland if you care that much )

I'm off to watch the Agility final at Crufts now. Yay! I know all the crap they say about Crufts and how crossbreeds are healthier yadda yadda but the Agility and Flyball are awesome every year. And I have to say, they had an Alaskan Malamute in the studio last night and he was just fabulous. As much as it would probably be a bad idea for my first dog to be the size of a small horse, I want one. Maybe one day, after my collie and when I have the room for a dog that size, because wow. I do not use the word fabulous lightly but he really was.