I think we should return to couples therapy!
Last night I went over to Beth's and we watched the entire last season of Slings & Arrows, which she had not seen, but I had since I watched it when it aired on cable. That is some pretty awesome TV. I think the third season is probably the best of them.
Also, I still cry during the last scene where Geoffrey's doing the pretending-to-talk-to-Oliver exercise in his therapist's office, except Oliver's not really there, and Geoffrey tells him he loves him. Man. This last season, what with the frequently fading ghosts and cantankerous actors dying of cancer and stuff, strikes all sorts of decidedly painful chords for me.
In other televisual news, we get the Shakespeare episode of Doctor Who this evening! This fills me with anticipatory squee, and also a sort of cheerful feeling that after a couple of hours, I will FINALLY be able to answer affirmatively when people ask me if I have seen it, as they have been doing pretty much since the ep aired in the UK. Also, I know they filmed at the Globe for this and that makes me happy, as I am all about the Globesquee. If it were a person, I would totally shag it.
I am thus far loving this season and Ten in general, whom I had not seen before since I managed to miss season 2 if/when Sci-Fi aired it, and I am lazy about downloading and not sure about committing to buying the DVDs (though I think I probably will once I have some money again), but OMGDAVIDTENNANT. (I saw a bunch of Nine's eps when BBC America aired them and enjoyed them greatly.) However. I read a lot of stuff about this on my flist, out of interest, unwillingness to be out of touch with the Zeitgeist, and a general compulsion to click things coupled with a lack of fear of spoilers, and am aware that a lot of people found the season and particularly its ending highly problematic. So now the whole thing makes me all twitchy/flaily on the grounds that either I'm setting myself up to be highly disappointed, which will kind of suck, or I'll actually like this season and demonstrate to myself that I'm a clueless white (blonde!) chick who is caught up in her own privilege and has subaltern Issues About Race (and possibly also about her own gender). Because of course these things are All About Me, which is, like, rule #1 in the clueless white chick handbook, I realize. Bah. (at me, not at the whole race-in-fandom-and-fannish-properties controversy, I mean, which I do not wish to belittle or minimize; I suspect my own flailiness about my pre-harshed squee serves to illustrate the problems well enough.)
Reading over all the stuff behind the cut, I really have issues, don't I? But then, we knew that already.
Also, I still cry during the last scene where Geoffrey's doing the pretending-to-talk-to-Oliver exercise in his therapist's office, except Oliver's not really there, and Geoffrey tells him he loves him. Man. This last season, what with the frequently fading ghosts and cantankerous actors dying of cancer and stuff, strikes all sorts of decidedly painful chords for me.
In other televisual news, we get the Shakespeare episode of Doctor Who this evening! This fills me with anticipatory squee, and also a sort of cheerful feeling that after a couple of hours, I will FINALLY be able to answer affirmatively when people ask me if I have seen it, as they have been doing pretty much since the ep aired in the UK. Also, I know they filmed at the Globe for this and that makes me happy, as I am all about the Globesquee. If it were a person, I would totally shag it.
I am thus far loving this season and Ten in general, whom I had not seen before since I managed to miss season 2 if/when Sci-Fi aired it, and I am lazy about downloading and not sure about committing to buying the DVDs (though I think I probably will once I have some money again), but OMGDAVIDTENNANT. (I saw a bunch of Nine's eps when BBC America aired them and enjoyed them greatly.) However. I read a lot of stuff about this on my flist, out of interest, unwillingness to be out of touch with the Zeitgeist, and a general compulsion to click things coupled with a lack of fear of spoilers, and am aware that a lot of people found the season and particularly its ending highly problematic. So now the whole thing makes me all twitchy/flaily on the grounds that either I'm setting myself up to be highly disappointed, which will kind of suck, or I'll actually like this season and demonstrate to myself that I'm a clueless white (blonde!) chick who is caught up in her own privilege and has subaltern Issues About Race (and possibly also about her own gender). Because of course these things are All About Me, which is, like, rule #1 in the clueless white chick handbook, I realize. Bah. (at me, not at the whole race-in-fandom-and-fannish-properties controversy, I mean, which I do not wish to belittle or minimize; I suspect my own flailiness about my pre-harshed squee serves to illustrate the problems well enough.)
Reading over all the stuff behind the cut, I really have issues, don't I? But then, we knew that already.