Better late than never
I just finished watching the Season 4 Doctor Who episode "Midnight" for the first time. EEK! It was far, far creepier than most of their monster episodes, because it wasn't the monster who was the real danger, here - it was the ordinary, perfectly decent human beings who became terrifying as they reacted all-too-believably to danger. I'm about two years too late in discovering this, but I really want to nominate it for a Nebula or a Hugo or a....well, basically I loved it and just needed to burble a bit here. :)
And in case you're wondering why a total Doctor Who fangirl would be two and a half years late in watching that episode...well, the answer is kind of embarrassing. When it first aired, I was pregnant. Heavily pregnant. Of course, I was watching the current Doctor Who series regardless of my pregnancy...right up through the previous set of episodes, Steven Moffat's excellent "Silence in the Library" two-parter. Which had an ending that was very, very bad for a set of children.
Patrick pointed out, patiently and while holding me as I sobbed, that they were only imaginary children (in more ways than one). It didn't matter. BAD THINGS had happened to children, their mother had not been able to save them, and I was a wailing wreck for the rest of the night.
Patrick watched the next episode, "Midnight", without me, and said afterward: "You'd better not." I took his word for it with pure relief.
Tonight, though, when I found out that the BBC was re-airing it, I asked Patrick, "How scary is it, really?"
"For you now? Not bad," he said. "But then? It was that awful time when you were crying over everything! I couldn't risk it."
It was a really good episode. But I have to admit that he was probably right to warn me off it, two years ago.
"It was a toss-up at the time," Patrick says now. "On the one hand, no children were hurt. But on the other hand, a teenage boy was in some vague danger. I didn't know whether you could cope."
The truth? I couldn't have. And ouch, is that embarrassing.
I am so grateful not to have pregnancy hormones flooding me anymore. It's no wonder that stories of personality-changing possession (whether alien or ghostly) have struck a chord with so many people over the centuries. Women go through the real thing every time they have children.
NOT that I am comparing MrD to an alien...just me to a pod-person. I think that's less offensive... ;)
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PS: And in more timely news...Jaclyn Dolamore's "The Grim Reaper's Christmas" went up at the December Lights Project on Friday!
And in case you're wondering why a total Doctor Who fangirl would be two and a half years late in watching that episode...well, the answer is kind of embarrassing. When it first aired, I was pregnant. Heavily pregnant. Of course, I was watching the current Doctor Who series regardless of my pregnancy...right up through the previous set of episodes, Steven Moffat's excellent "Silence in the Library" two-parter. Which had an ending that was very, very bad for a set of children.
Patrick pointed out, patiently and while holding me as I sobbed, that they were only imaginary children (in more ways than one). It didn't matter. BAD THINGS had happened to children, their mother had not been able to save them, and I was a wailing wreck for the rest of the night.
Patrick watched the next episode, "Midnight", without me, and said afterward: "You'd better not." I took his word for it with pure relief.
Tonight, though, when I found out that the BBC was re-airing it, I asked Patrick, "How scary is it, really?"
"For you now? Not bad," he said. "But then? It was that awful time when you were crying over everything! I couldn't risk it."
It was a really good episode. But I have to admit that he was probably right to warn me off it, two years ago.
"It was a toss-up at the time," Patrick says now. "On the one hand, no children were hurt. But on the other hand, a teenage boy was in some vague danger. I didn't know whether you could cope."
The truth? I couldn't have. And ouch, is that embarrassing.
I am so grateful not to have pregnancy hormones flooding me anymore. It's no wonder that stories of personality-changing possession (whether alien or ghostly) have struck a chord with so many people over the centuries. Women go through the real thing every time they have children.
NOT that I am comparing MrD to an alien...just me to a pod-person. I think that's less offensive... ;)
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PS: And in more timely news...Jaclyn Dolamore's "The Grim Reaper's Christmas" went up at the December Lights Project on Friday!