If you blink, you're dead.

Monday nights are good, because the Canadian channel we pick up airs "new" Doctor Who episodes. New to North America, anyway! I've already seen all of them, I think, but whatever, I don't mind rewatching them (on a proper screen!) in the least. So Dad records it (it starts while I'm still at work) and then we watch it after I get home.

And mostly I am just ridiculously happy because tonight was "Blink," and even though it still freaks me out (that episode scares me slightly more than it should, maybe, up until the ending sequence at which point I just laugh a lot. LOOK STATUES OH NOES), I really like that one. (It delights me to no end that we the viewers - fourth wall? What fourth wall? - seeing the angels on the screen is enough to make them be stone. I really love that.) Though, self, we are not going to spend the next week looking over our shoulders in paranoia again, thank you. ONCE OF THAT WAS ENOUGH.

I still think the guy (his last name's Nightingale and I don't know his first. The brother of the woman who went to 1920) Laurence (hooray inability to remember names!) should've just held one eye open, but I guess in the face of that, not thinking clearly is entirely permissible. gaah.


(Dad doesn't like the episodes that happen in the present day. I've no idea what's wrong with him.)