French people are making animations that remind me of my great-grandmother. First The Triplets of Belleville and now Le Building. There is also a short documentary demonstrating some of the 3D animation processes used in Le Building.

*That's not meme in the sense of a near-useless and dubious piece of information about yourself which is posted to the Internet in the hopes it will entertain the masses, but Mémé which is what I called my late paternal great-grandmother and is not actually French for grandma at all. (Grandmère is.)

What my life needs, apparently, is a tv show that is on once a week that I can sit down to and get completely sucked in during the opening credits. A program that I know I'm going to get good story from, that will cut out all extraneous life and suspend all disbelief.

The first tv show to do this for me was Star Trek TNG. And I had a crush on Wil Wheaton. Now you all know. (I probably still have a crush on Wil Wheaton, but I totally switch off during the poker entries.) Then there was Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel.

Firefly would have easily filled all the criteria, especially with that prize-worthy song, but I don't have the discipline to watch DVDs one episode at a time. Lost fails because it doesn't even have opening music, just one big title and it's all done. Sheesh.

But now there is the new series of Doctor Who. I'm suprised at how much I'm enjoying it. I never really watched it much as a kid, although I liked Tom Baker, the Daleks and K9. In fact, I probably watched it more for the opening sequence than anything. I even used it as part of a scratch video I made about eight years ago on virtual reality. (Mental Note - That was cool, I wonder if I can get it online somehow...)

I am a colossal geek. Just in case there was any doubt.

1. Johnny Depp will be attending the opening of the Roald Dahl Museum.
2. The doors will be covered with chocolate.
Only one of these is true. (via Bookslut)

I hardly ever laugh out loud at things I read on the internet. I'm just a laughing-on-the-inside sort of person when it comes to computer humour. (It can't be a screen thing because I laugh at the TV all the time. Possibly because it's all just so ridiculous.) But this evening Neil Gaiman made me do it.

And when I was at school, we read about King Canute. I see from the Guardian his name is now spelled Cnut (http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,3604,1497065,00.html) making him sort of the FCUK of Early British Kings...

I know you've all only just caught on to the genius that is The Kleptones (where have you people beeen?!) but now you have to go download From Detroit to J.A. I find it far superior to Hip Hopera thanks to the marked reduction in the amount of Queen used.

Does anyone else ever look at the time at 13:37 and think it's "leet o'clock"?