I’ve been watching Torchwood. I never saw the episodes of Doctor Who that had Captain Jack’s character, but I still had a clue who he was or what was going on, at least to some degree.
I had a little trouble getting into it at first. The writing is very different than anything I’m used to. Things tend to move quickly and sometimes storylines have a bizarre factor I can’t even explain*. All at once, the whole show can be under- and over-dramatic. That said, it is clearly a character driven show and their relationships are far more important than the details, scenes or storylines. It’s a lot like Buffy in that sense, and you’ll either love it or hate it.
And I love it. Gorl PLEASE**, do you think I would whip out a Buffy reference if I didn’t? You don’t know me like that! I am insanely in love with Captain Jack and John Barrowman. Gods, I want him to scoop me up and hold me up against his person as I weep uncontrollably and he’ll caress the back of my velour head and tell me it’s all gonna be okay and for once in my life, I’ll believe him, because he just came back from the dead again, as all hot men should do after you murder them in a crime of passion even though all you really wanted was to fill his gaint void because you love him sooooooo much. Sigh.
And - ack - Gwen and Owen are characters that all too often manage to be completely intolerable. And yet they’re lovable. Tosh and Ianto are adorable. I’ve only seen the first season, but I have the second downloading at the moment. Should be done by tomorrow. I’m disappointed to read that the third will be more of a mini-series. I’m not down with that. But there are books and I still have to see CJ’s Doctor Who epis, so that’ll keep me sated for a while.
* - I could be ruined by Lost. It was the only tv show I gave a shit about for a while, and it derailed for so long that I’m not sure I can ever be a target demographic again.
** - I tried to find John Barrowman’s latest album online and couldn’t so I downloaded it illegally and now I sit here listening to it feeling like I have ascended to a new level of gayness and that maybe tomorrow when I get up I’ll open my eyes and see the world with my new Rainbow Vision®™. And maybe it’ll have picture-in-picture and one channel can always be Captain Jack. I do have the attention span for that, for what it’s worth.
I made this after a comment Ryan made (please don’t hate me). He’s back in full force with his outstanding American Idol recaps, by the way. And by full force, I mean he has a boyfriend who distracts him now with what I can only imagine are boyfriendish activities, the likes of which I’ve never known. But you should still read his updates.
I love my iPod, affectionately named Marco, but I hate that there is a new version of either iTunes software or the iPod firmware every time I go to plug the thing in. And right now I’m hating that the second letter of their stuff is capitalized, it’s making me angry. ANGST.
I’m considering getting a new computer, and for the longest time I wanted an Apple. But now I’m not so sure. Why set myself up for disappointment when with Ol’ Reliable, I already know to expect it?
I finished the third season of Buffy last night without having the fourth season ready. ANGST. I’ve been downloading them off the internets in .avi format and putting them on dvds because my dvd player recognizes it. Eleven episodes per disc, two discs per season. It’s genius, really. And then last night I had apparently filled up my hard drive - a feat I was sure I could never accomplish. DEL. I’m still not sure how this happened. It’s not porn, I promise.
I know I really should keep my hands off co-workers, but I spend so much time with them. There’s always one I’m pretending to be married to in my head. Most of them turn out to be real assholes. The latest one just happened to be cute and nice and sweet and spoke English as merely a broken, second language.
I’m not seeing a downside here.
My friends know him as The Peruvian. I caught him reading The Secret, and that’s when I knew he was gay. His birthday was yesterday (29), and he was looking for a date for Valentine’s Day. I came this close <-> to asking him out. But the fact that he hasn’t shown up to work this week at all kind of ruined my tentative, hypothetical plans. I’m assuming he’s been terminated. It’s just what happens.
On happier notes, the weekend after next is going to be all fun times. I have a hockey game, a concert, and the North Texas Irish Festival to attend… all of which are merely excuses to be drunk in public (spleen permitting, natch). It says “hi” and waves adoringly to you. My spleen.
So I got rid of the bronchitis and immediately caught the flu Monday night, which gave me the opportunity to stay home from work yesterday (and today) and watch things on tv which I normally don’t see. Like post-Rosie The View. I only have three things to say, just three: Elizabeth Hasselbeck - still a raging cunt, Whoopi will be talking with a lisp soon from all of the biting of her tongue and I liked Sherri Shepherd until I witnessed the following. If ignorance is bliss, bitch must be on cloud 9.
