Christmas!

Thaaaaat happened. I've got the traditional lurgy, so I'm taking it easy. But I've managed to eat plenty, and the reduced drinking has probably been a bonus, health-wise, so it is OKAY.

And yesterday there was the Doctor Who Christmas special!

That has to have been easily the best episode I can remember for a long while. It was spooky and pretty and creepy, and really made headway on the issues that usually make me facepalm!

Let's ramble as I rewatch (and drink Peroni now I feel a bit steadier):

( The Spoilers of Christmas Past )

Anyway.

Good form, show.



Halfway out of the dark.

...How do I have crumbs in my hair? Yes, I spent most of this evening cooking, but nothing to do with bread!

(Cooking curry and fresh marinade smells sinfully delicious.)

Um... Doctor Who! That happened!

Alas, I have no clever thoughts, only that I am sad but mostly satisfied with it, due to the fact that I spent all evening cooking while drinking beer steadily. (They were delicious! Food-making is tiring and dried spices make me thirsty!)

Night!

...Sorry, people who liked it.

I have to go watch some House now to wash the bad taste out of my mouth.

Seriously, they should have gone the Adam route from Torchwood if they rilly rilly had to play with that idea.

Oh dear.

Uhm.

Wah.

( CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY Jack stuff, mostly, but also hella spoilers )

Basically, I need to do a running commentary on this so's I have an excuse to pause it and flail every five seconds.

So.

( Oh, Doctor. Oh, Martha. Oh, Joan. Oh, little boy from Love Actually. )

All you who have never seen Doctor Who. Watch this two-parter. It hurts. It's perfect.

I need a hug.

EDIT: Aaaaaand now, I figure Supernatural might make me feel better.

( Supernatural: Salvation. )

Oh, boy. Next! Right now!

OH MY GOD.

OH MY GOD, THAT WAS AMAZING.

I'm shaking. And next weeks's is going to make me cry.

Oh my god. Oh, Martha.