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I am home! Home with music, and a teddy bear named Clarence, and leftover cake, and feeling about a bazillion times better than I did last week. Yay for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vagabondage and Pete who made my birthday awesome. I think probably the best present of the weekend was getting a chance to curl up on the couch and rewatch S3 of Doctor Who in a completely neutral environment and just...experience it again. And be reminded. I love S3. I do. Martha Jones rocks my world. She really, really does, and every time I watch her I fall in love all over again. The Doctor is a big ball of fucked up with layers and layers of issues that are far more interesting than any 'ship wank, and needs both a whap upside the head and a hug, and I do love him for it. The two of them together is just my happy place for, oh, so many reasons. I love this show. And I see that while I was off doing that, fandom has exploded again with the anonymeme thing. Whatever, fandom...just, whatever. You know what I remembered this weekend? Doctor Who is fun. The old school is fun, the new stuff is fun, and if y'all want to tear each other apart like rabid weasles over it, you have at it. I'll be over there having adventures in time and space with kickass women and fucked up Time Lords. It's rather a lovely place. Fandom will not take my joy in this show away from me. I refuse.
And the other show we watched was Torchwood, which is still a ridiculous amount of fun...sometimes even because the show intends it to be. My favorite part of that was watchingvagabondage fall in love with Jack. Because although he's never been a primary character of the mine category, sitting on the couch, in person, next to someone practically melting and exploding with it for the first time? It kind of rubbed off on me and I'm finding myself with a new shiny attachment to Jack that I didn't quite have before in the same way. I'm looking forward to seeing how that goes, 'cause one can never have too many mine characters, it tends to make tings much more fun. And I do like my fun.
Should I end with it? Just one? I think I should. SQUEE.
vagabondage and Pete who made my birthday awesome. I think probably the best present of the weekend was getting a chance to curl up on the couch and rewatch S3 of Doctor Who in a completely neutral environment and just...experience it again. And be reminded. I love S3. I do. Martha Jones rocks my world. She really, really does, and every time I watch her I fall in love all over again. The Doctor is a big ball of fucked up with layers and layers of issues that are far more interesting than any 'ship wank, and needs both a whap upside the head and a hug, and I do love him for it. The two of them together is just my happy place for, oh, so many reasons. I love this show. And I see that while I was off doing that, fandom has exploded again with the anonymeme thing. Whatever, fandom...just, whatever. You know what I remembered this weekend? Doctor Who is fun. The old school is fun, the new stuff is fun, and if y'all want to tear each other apart like rabid weasles over it, you have at it. I'll be over there having adventures in time and space with kickass women and fucked up Time Lords. It's rather a lovely place. Fandom will not take my joy in this show away from me. I refuse. And the other show we watched was Torchwood, which is still a ridiculous amount of fun...sometimes even because the show intends it to be. My favorite part of that was watching
vagabondage fall in love with Jack. Because although he's never been a primary character of the mine category, sitting on the couch, in person, next to someone practically melting and exploding with it for the first time? It kind of rubbed off on me and I'm finding myself with a new shiny attachment to Jack that I didn't quite have before in the same way. I'm looking forward to seeing how that goes, 'cause one can never have too many mine characters, it tends to make tings much more fun. And I do like my fun. Should I end with it? Just one? I think I should. SQUEE.
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