I was very disappointed to find out on Tuesday night that Paramount were pulling Star Trek Discovery from Netflix with immediate effect, only about 48 hours before the fourth season premiere. I love Discovery's commitment to diversity and the hopepunk vibe of the last season was so much more what I needed than Picard's dark-side-of-Starfleet shtick, so I had really been looking forward to having the new season to help me make it through the last few weeks until the Christmas/New Year break. Especially as the current Doctor Who isn't quite hitting the spot for me.

I also Very Much Not Here for the people I've seen popping up on other people's posts about it saying "well, I never liked it anyway" or other things of that ilk.

Work is still ghastly. I was particularly unimpressed to be stuck in yet another Teams meeting about the Ongoing Crisis just after 4pm this afternoon, when there was an absolutely incredible sunset going on behind my computer screen. Also, in a particularly clueless email even for her, our VC sent an all-staff email this afternoon which began by saying what a relief it was to be nearing the end of week 6 of term and able to start to look forward to the Christmas break, which I imagine went down like a lead balloon with all the academics about to enter the hell that is undergraduate admissions.

On the upside, C mentioned the other day that she had been known to typo the signoff to emails as "Best weasels" and I immediately demanded that she sign off all future emails to me that way, then forgot about it until this morning when I received an email signed "Best weasels". Which I think is a wonderful thing to be wished.

Because we had Faculty Board this afternoon, and I have to be there as I'm secretary, I couldn't take the afternoon off to go to London and be in the audience for T's heat of Brain of Britain. I'm not sure I would really have wanted to as it would have been horribly tense (I could barely watch him on Only Connect last year when I knew the results of all his games), but I would have liked to be there for support.

In an attempt not to spend the evening nervously refreshing social media feeds full of Brexit, Trump and the deaths of not one but two icons of the 90s (seriously, Keith from the Prodigy *and* Luke Perry?!) I have invented the game of Klingon Songbook over on Twitter and am very pleased that people I don't even know are joining in. And now I think I may have to go and watch Trials and Tribbleations after I've eaten my ravioli.

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And now more Great Canal Journeys to relax.