*SQUEEEEEE!!!*
Okay, as of today Scream of the Shalka is complete, all six episodes, and oooooooh I loved it. Seriously, if you are or ever have been a Doctor Who fan at all, or heck, even if you're not, it's worth seeing. I'm still getting used to the Ninth Doctor -- he's a bit peculiar at times, even over and above the way in which I'm used to the various incarnations of the Doctor being peculiar -- but even so, he's grown on me like a fungus.
On a completely unrelated note, but similarly odd, and somewhat fandom-related: I had this really weird, and rather hilarious in retrospect, dream last night. In it, my beta-reader Alec had just gone through an acrimonious romantic breakup with Arabe1la, which is terribly odd because I've never met either one of them in person and have hardly ever talked to Arabella at all, but in the dream I was right there trying to mediate between them. I was rebuking Alec sternly for a piece of very petty and vindictive behaviour (quite unlike him in real life!), in which he had taken all Arabella's passwords and posted them on the net, so other people could hack into her sites.
There was a subplot involving zsenya (whom I have also never met, and only rarely spoken to) and a submarine which sometimes, in the illogical way of dreams, wanted to be a sailboat: I don't remember much about that, except that in the end she was rescued by a young John Ritter and it all turned out to be a Three's Company episode. Only without Susanne Somers, apparently. And have I mentioned that I was never allowed to watch Three's Company when I was growing up, and haven't the slightest desire to catch up on it now? So where that came from I can't imagine.
But the most amusing part of the dream was the second act, wherein I was in my late teens or early twenties, and a recent fourth-place finisher in Canadian Idol, and to my considerable annoyance Ryan Malcolm announced that he was breaking up with me because, well, he'd only ever told me I was his girlfriend because he was drunk. I was peeved, not because I'd been all RYAN IS MAH TRU3 LOV3 AND I WIL NAVER LOVA ANOTH3R!!!111 or anything like that, but because I wondered what he'd thought was wrong with me, and if it was just him or whether this was going to be an ongoing problem and I would never, ever get married.
My brain regurgitates the oddest things, especially after I've spent a long evening surfing the web.
On a completely unrelated note, but similarly odd, and somewhat fandom-related: I had this really weird, and rather hilarious in retrospect, dream last night. In it, my beta-reader Alec had just gone through an acrimonious romantic breakup with Arabe1la, which is terribly odd because I've never met either one of them in person and have hardly ever talked to Arabella at all, but in the dream I was right there trying to mediate between them. I was rebuking Alec sternly for a piece of very petty and vindictive behaviour (quite unlike him in real life!), in which he had taken all Arabella's passwords and posted them on the net, so other people could hack into her sites.
There was a subplot involving zsenya (whom I have also never met, and only rarely spoken to) and a submarine which sometimes, in the illogical way of dreams, wanted to be a sailboat: I don't remember much about that, except that in the end she was rescued by a young John Ritter and it all turned out to be a Three's Company episode. Only without Susanne Somers, apparently. And have I mentioned that I was never allowed to watch Three's Company when I was growing up, and haven't the slightest desire to catch up on it now? So where that came from I can't imagine.
But the most amusing part of the dream was the second act, wherein I was in my late teens or early twenties, and a recent fourth-place finisher in Canadian Idol, and to my considerable annoyance Ryan Malcolm announced that he was breaking up with me because, well, he'd only ever told me I was his girlfriend because he was drunk. I was peeved, not because I'd been all RYAN IS MAH TRU3 LOV3 AND I WIL NAVER LOVA ANOTH3R!!!111 or anything like that, but because I wondered what he'd thought was wrong with me, and if it was just him or whether this was going to be an ongoing problem and I would never, ever get married.
My brain regurgitates the oddest things, especially after I've spent a long evening surfing the web.