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The internet situation is currently weird. I am semi-moved into the new house, but the internet is not hooked up there yet. So I can come up to the main house and be internety, however my access is not constant. Way better than having to drive into town, and hopefully it will be fixed soon. On the plus side, the satellite should be hooked up within a few hours. Yay!
And now for the important bit, which is that yesterday was ELEVENTY DAY!
Okay, so I sort of love this episode unreservedly. And though it does not have the subtlety, beauty, or depth of Vincent and the Doctor, not even close, on strictly artistic or whatever merits it was okay but nothing special...but I do love it for a lot of the same reasons. Lemme 'splain.
When I was wee my panic attacks expressed themselves as truly frightening for everyone involved screaming fits that could last for hours. My parents were often baffled and frustrated by it, and I was confused and exhausted and had no way of explaining what was happening. So I watch this episode and I think what it would have meant to me when I was 8 years old to have seen it, and it would have meant the world. That yeah, I was a bit weird and maybe an alien (I never had the OCD type rituals, but I did and do have anxiety based ones like handflapping and a need for repetitive motions/actions to calm myself) and my parents didn't always know what to do with me, but it was going to be okay anyway. And the Doctor still thought I was a pretty neat kid. The world.
So, yeah. I cannot be objective about this episode though, like I said, it was nothing special in a lot of ways...except for the way that it is. There is an 8 year old kid right now who just saw that and feels a little better about themselves than they did yesterday, and that's worth more to me than just about anything.
<3 <3 <3 my show.
And now for the important bit, which is that yesterday was ELEVENTY DAY!
Okay, so I sort of love this episode unreservedly. And though it does not have the subtlety, beauty, or depth of Vincent and the Doctor, not even close, on strictly artistic or whatever merits it was okay but nothing special...but I do love it for a lot of the same reasons. Lemme 'splain.
When I was wee my panic attacks expressed themselves as truly frightening for everyone involved screaming fits that could last for hours. My parents were often baffled and frustrated by it, and I was confused and exhausted and had no way of explaining what was happening. So I watch this episode and I think what it would have meant to me when I was 8 years old to have seen it, and it would have meant the world. That yeah, I was a bit weird and maybe an alien (I never had the OCD type rituals, but I did and do have anxiety based ones like handflapping and a need for repetitive motions/actions to calm myself) and my parents didn't always know what to do with me, but it was going to be okay anyway. And the Doctor still thought I was a pretty neat kid. The world.
So, yeah. I cannot be objective about this episode though, like I said, it was nothing special in a lot of ways...except for the way that it is. There is an 8 year old kid right now who just saw that and feels a little better about themselves than they did yesterday, and that's worth more to me than just about anything.
<3 <3 <3 my show.
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