A proper entry, kind of, which just degenerates into sci fi rambling

Firstly, have a link about how commuters read on trains. It is not why commuters do not read as the title states, but it is kind of neat to read through. And wonder why people don't finish books.

This week in course was stocks and sauces. Do you KNOW how long it takes for some sauces? SIXTEEN HOURS. PLUS.
Thankfully, tomato sauce doesn't take that long... only about an hour, maybe.
This coming week is about stewing. The next couple of assessments seem as if they'll be a bit difficult in terms of timing... (2 hours cooking in a three hour window?)

Yesterday, shadowsinfire came over and we watched the first six episodes of Torchwood. dawnduskdancer will watch them and we shall watch them again in a few weeks time.
It's fun times, but you do realise that the actual stories in season one are horrible and absolutely silly, but at least it doesn't have delusions of plot. Because I do love season two, except for the three episode arc where they decided it was time for plot, but the stories weren't as silly. And I happen to understand that season 3 is filled with plot but no silly at all.
Rewatching also makes me want to write that Ianto/Gwen AU fic that's been lurking around my head. But then I'll remember Ianto/Tosh is also kind of cute and then wander off track with how Jack is such a father and it's a shame he can't have a name like Kuro-papa. And Gwen's kind of mother-y except not and then I'm back to giggling about how obvious the Jack/Gwen subtext is.

( Off tangent again, I go on about Farscape and 'Calculating God', the latter of which is a book. )

Now, off to get clean~