Well, I can't seem to sleep. So here's a story that's a few days old, but I certainly have the time to post at the moment. I'm still amused.
My brother,
sirsoffrito, and I are talking on the phone and he tells me he's all caught up with the Season 5 Doctor Who eps that've aired on BBC America. I ask him how, since I knew he hadn't been watching since it started airing. "Oh," he tells me, "turns out it's all saved on the DVR. Dad must have programmed it in."
Cue moment of cognitive dissonance. For those of you who haven't been following at home, my dad died February 1 of this year. So he programmed that shit in back at least as far back as January.
That's my dad guys. Delivering Doctor Who from beyond the grave.
And on that note, I promise this journal will soon have more fannish content, and less emo.