My life in pictures...
Mar. 16th, 2007 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynYesterday was a lovely day. The sun was shining, I was on top of my college work, and I had an ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adze visiting from Hatfield, which was fabulous. We went out to Greenwich, and I brandished my digital camera at anything which would stand still. Which was mostly a series of large buildings, admittedly, but I think it was the thought that counted.
I was happy, and now I share this happiness with you.
First of all I offer...
The stinging nettles which are currently mounting an aggressive action against the house.
A slightly photoshopped picture - I fiddled with the picture a little bit to get the incredible glowing green
I think the triffids are taking over. My garden is looking crazy, and I really need to get the lawn mower out and hack it back into shape.
Secondly I offer...
Huge building!
Fantastic and vividly colourful displays at the museum. Photography was not allowed inside the museum, so I only have a few stolen pictures, taken when no one was looking.
Views from the windows
Greenwich Market, which I love
Neill and I wandered around the Maritime Museum, and then went down to the Market, which is one of my favourite places in the world. I poked at cameo brooches, and gazed with interest an antique photographic equipment. Twas a lovely day, only marred by my brutally evicting Neill at 6 pm in order to write an essay, which them proceeded to stick in my brain in a most frustrating manner, until I gave up at 11 pm and watched 'Cold Case'.
Jeremiah loathes 'Cold Case' with a passion, and I can see why. His main issue with it is that he feels it is deeply unrealistic. The format of 'Cold Case' is that the detectives are given an old case, ranging from one which happened a year ago, as was the case last night, or many decades old. They go around. They interview the witnesses. The witnesses tell them stuff, stuff they haven't told anyone before for some obscure reason. They make some guesses. They confront the killer. The killer then normally confesses, for reasons which also remain obscure.
Jeremiah's issue with the show is that the evidence is normally entirely based on out of date eye witness accounts, and little else. He is also entirely sure that all a killer would have to do is say "prove it. I'm saying nothing" and all their great detective work would fall apart, and I've got a lot of sympathy with that. In a lot of cases they seem to be trying to bring a case for murder based on some guesswork, circumstantial evidence and 20 year old eyewitness reports. I'm sure any competent defense lawyer would pull that apart, and I don't understand why someone who has avoided being charged with murder for decades would suddenly crack.
*sighs*
It makes me yearn for Gil Grissom. Or, sadly, any of the Law & Order franchise which I suspect may be the most realistic of my current crop of muchly loved cop shows on TV at the moment.
And so I come on to today. The sun is still shining. I'm watching my cats play in the sun (which is always interesting - I wonder what their world looks like to them. I wonder if they think of it as a great kingdom of uncut grass forest and fencewood towers) and I'm pottering about hacking at my museology essay. I am happy, and I am content.
And that will do for now...
adze visiting from Hatfield, which was fabulous. We went out to Greenwich, and I brandished my digital camera at anything which would stand still. Which was mostly a series of large buildings, admittedly, but I think it was the thought that counted. I was happy, and now I share this happiness with you.
First of all I offer...
The stinging nettles which are currently mounting an aggressive action against the house.
A slightly photoshopped picture - I fiddled with the picture a little bit to get the incredible glowing green
I think the triffids are taking over. My garden is looking crazy, and I really need to get the lawn mower out and hack it back into shape.
Secondly I offer...
Huge building!
Fantastic and vividly colourful displays at the museum. Photography was not allowed inside the museum, so I only have a few stolen pictures, taken when no one was looking.
Views from the windows
Greenwich Market, which I love
Neill and I wandered around the Maritime Museum, and then went down to the Market, which is one of my favourite places in the world. I poked at cameo brooches, and gazed with interest an antique photographic equipment. Twas a lovely day, only marred by my brutally evicting Neill at 6 pm in order to write an essay, which them proceeded to stick in my brain in a most frustrating manner, until I gave up at 11 pm and watched 'Cold Case'.
Jeremiah loathes 'Cold Case' with a passion, and I can see why. His main issue with it is that he feels it is deeply unrealistic. The format of 'Cold Case' is that the detectives are given an old case, ranging from one which happened a year ago, as was the case last night, or many decades old. They go around. They interview the witnesses. The witnesses tell them stuff, stuff they haven't told anyone before for some obscure reason. They make some guesses. They confront the killer. The killer then normally confesses, for reasons which also remain obscure.
Jeremiah's issue with the show is that the evidence is normally entirely based on out of date eye witness accounts, and little else. He is also entirely sure that all a killer would have to do is say "prove it. I'm saying nothing" and all their great detective work would fall apart, and I've got a lot of sympathy with that. In a lot of cases they seem to be trying to bring a case for murder based on some guesswork, circumstantial evidence and 20 year old eyewitness reports. I'm sure any competent defense lawyer would pull that apart, and I don't understand why someone who has avoided being charged with murder for decades would suddenly crack.
*sighs*
It makes me yearn for Gil Grissom. Or, sadly, any of the Law & Order franchise which I suspect may be the most realistic of my current crop of muchly loved cop shows on TV at the moment.
And so I come on to today. The sun is still shining. I'm watching my cats play in the sun (which is always interesting - I wonder what their world looks like to them. I wonder if they think of it as a great kingdom of uncut grass forest and fencewood towers) and I'm pottering about hacking at my museology essay. I am happy, and I am content.
And that will do for now...
