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Tired & a bit depressed, possibly due to PMS, I'm not sure.


Downloaded & watched yesterday's DW episode, which I could have seen perfectly legally on tv, if between Torchwood and aunt I hadn't forgotten to program the recorder. I've no idea how they do it, mixing utterly cacktastic plots with just the right emotional punches (the scenes with Donna and her grandfather almost made me sniff a bit), but it works for me. Although OTOH I'm also getting a little tired of all those women practically begging for their lives to be given some meaning by the Doctor. I know it's not about male or female, strictly speaking, it's about a brush with the extaordinary and miraculous, and there's Jack, who waited 100 years, but the Doctor is still a man, and most of the companions are still women. That it isn't a romantic kind of love -- or even if it isn't, because I'm not so sure about that with Donna, no matter what she said -- doesn't really make it any better. If anything, that's what made Martha's (and possibly Jack's) self-preservation instincts kick in and walk out.


I'm still reluctant to rewatch the TW finale and put myself through that emotional wrangler again, but speaking of which... I tend to take the Captain's Blog with a grain of salt, because while it does give some factual information, on an emotional level it always seems rather less deep or complicated than the show itself, but can we say 'aww'?! :)


[ETA: Although, 'aww' or no, what people said about JKR and the Dumbledore outing goes more then doubly here. If they wanted a scene with Jack turning to Ianto for comfort, they should have put it on the show itself, maybe instead of one of the kinky sex innuendos, for which there seemed to have been enough time. And other than JKR they really don't have much of a good excuse for not having done that.]

[ETfurtherA: Because, seriously. We saw Gwen doing exactly that with Rhys, and then we saw Jack, standing in the doorway, watching Gwen take down the files of the missing persons, and for me that scene is not so much about a shared pain, but the fact that this stands between them so that they can't even talk about it or comfort each other, and how this saddens Jack. It's not as if I go looking for Jack/Gwen subtext, but it's hard not to see it there.]

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:: yesterday ::



So I'm kind of, with half an eye, watching I'd Do Anything, although I'm a week behind, because JB seems to be so omnipresent these days that it's rather impossible to keep up with his appearances, and some of the dresses are horribly unflattering, and what was I saying? Er. What I do admire is the certainty of those girls, the absolute knowledge that this is what they want, because I've never in my life been that sure. Not even remotely. Half of the time while I was studying I thought I'd rather want to be doing something artistic instead, except I really rather liked academia and using my brain too, especially once the right subject for my diploma thesis came my way, and tried to balance both. And as a result I've got an unchallenging underpayed job I mostly try to keep a mental distance from, play around with my camera occasionally, and spend a disproportionate amount of time analysing tv shows. Go me. And I still don't want anything badly enough to make a real change.


I hate Sundays.



And speaking of procrastination, I've more or less finished tagging my journal; it's not a hundred percent consistent, but at least now I'll be able to find things. For what that's worth. ::sigh::