Happy 2012 to all of you out there.  For those looking forward to the Mayan prophecy coming to pass on 21-12-12… you can fuck off.  Or you can read this site, which sees the Prophecy as a time of transcedence rather than the wholesale destruction of humanity.  Whatever makes you happy.

Anyway, I watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special.  For those people who doubted whether Moffat could actually do a completely linear, non timey-wimey story that isn’t filled with loose threads that might just get tied up in the last episode of the season… well he’s absolutely showed you with The Doctor, The Widow and the Wardrobe.  Unfortunately, the lack of surprises and the utterly predictable nature of it all meant that after the 15 minute gloss of watching new Doctor Who had worn off, I found it all a bit dull.  That said, I still adore Matt Smith and the last two minutes were just glorious.

Other than that, it’s all been a bit quiet.  Read a couple of nice short stories (which I tweeted about on Last Short Story), watched a couple of middling films – seriously, could Law Abiding Citizen have been anymore contrived – and have tried to survive Melbourne’s three day heatwave.  I’ve also been heading into work for those days between the public holidays.  Because the public service never sleeps.

And I’m off to Perth on Friday, for a week, which should be fun.

So now that I’ve caught you up on my state of well being, I don’t need to do it again for another 12 months.  But what I might do, sometime soon, is review the New 52.  Because 4 issues in and I’m still reading every single last one of them.  Yes… I know… you don’t need to tell me.

P.S. Archer is AWESOME!