Closer to Fine
I want to write something here. I need to write something here. I have no idea what, though.
It is not so much that nothing is happening in my life. I am content with the content. I know my rudder, the sail, the currents and the breeze; I know where I am headed and how to make course adjustments.
There is little to no drama.
Sure, there are annoyances. And yes, there are changes out of my control which I would enjoy ... but I am not really concerned about them at the moment. I have other goals. I have other hopes and dreams and sources of happiness.
When did my life become an Indigo Girls song?
I finally got to watch the end of the first series of the Eleventh Doctor. Yes, I know that I am way behind the times. I have been busy. My verdict? I like him. As much as Doctors Ten, Four, Five, and Three? Not yet, but give him time. It took me more than a single series to fall for Ten.
I adore Rory. His loyalty. His befuddled sweetness. Not so bright, but still true blue. Not to mention the fact that he prevents Amy from devolving into another love-struck companion in the pattern of Rose and Martha.
Don't get me wrong. I like Rose. And Martha. But my favorite time with Ten was the Donna phase, when romance was not even on the menu.
On a related note, Steven Moffat has completely hooked me. Not only has he written my favorite episodes of the most recent Doctors. Not only did he write Coupling (a fine and fun show.) But he is doing Sherlock, a show which very well might become my favorite program. The pilot was amazing. It was homage. It was original. It was true to its inspiration. It was grounded in today. It was everything that I could have asked for in an update. I really hope that they bring in the Baker Street Irregulars. I started watching the second episode last night on PBS.com, but had to stop because I needed to come to work today.
OK. That should do for now. I can try to write more later. Or tomorrow. We shall see.
It is not so much that nothing is happening in my life. I am content with the content. I know my rudder, the sail, the currents and the breeze; I know where I am headed and how to make course adjustments.
There is little to no drama.
Sure, there are annoyances. And yes, there are changes out of my control which I would enjoy ... but I am not really concerned about them at the moment. I have other goals. I have other hopes and dreams and sources of happiness.
When did my life become an Indigo Girls song?
I finally got to watch the end of the first series of the Eleventh Doctor. Yes, I know that I am way behind the times. I have been busy. My verdict? I like him. As much as Doctors Ten, Four, Five, and Three? Not yet, but give him time. It took me more than a single series to fall for Ten.
I adore Rory. His loyalty. His befuddled sweetness. Not so bright, but still true blue. Not to mention the fact that he prevents Amy from devolving into another love-struck companion in the pattern of Rose and Martha.
Don't get me wrong. I like Rose. And Martha. But my favorite time with Ten was the Donna phase, when romance was not even on the menu.
On a related note, Steven Moffat has completely hooked me. Not only has he written my favorite episodes of the most recent Doctors. Not only did he write Coupling (a fine and fun show.) But he is doing Sherlock, a show which very well might become my favorite program. The pilot was amazing. It was homage. It was original. It was true to its inspiration. It was grounded in today. It was everything that I could have asked for in an update. I really hope that they bring in the Baker Street Irregulars. I started watching the second episode last night on PBS.com, but had to stop because I needed to come to work today.
OK. That should do for now. I can try to write more later. Or tomorrow. We shall see.