Winter blahs

Today while waiting to be swiped in at the gym, I encountered an older man who my family knows from our synagogue. He commented to me that I looked like I'd gained a few inches, and I was taken aback - first of all because I haven't, and second of all, because who is he to make that kind of comment to me?!

"In height?" I asked uncertainly, trying to save the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, in height," he replied.

I've been the same height since eighth grade.

Also, I need someone to come over here with a shovel and dig my dignity out of this pit it's in. It started with reading Sherlock Holmes fanfic, which progressed to BBC Sherlock fanfic, which ultimately turned into 'Why the hell am I reading Sherlock/Harry Potter Crossovers and enjoying them."

Well, it's this or watch another ten episodes of Community. I can't help myself. It's hilarious.

Dreams from Last Night

I have a tendency to have very vivid dreams about my teeth falling out. These are really unsettling because they're generally accompanied by realistic sensations of my mouth sans tooth (or teeth). Usually it's molars or incisors - for whatever reason, I don't usually lose my canines in my dreams. According to the internet, dreams about teeth are usually concerned with your appearance. But last night I dreamt about knocking out a canine tooth which, just based on anthropology last semester I sort of think that canine falling out dreams might be more about a sense of powerlessness. But enough about that.

So in my dream I knocked out a canine tooth and obsessed about that for a while, until my obsessing about my tooth was interrupted by the fact that I apparently worked on a bar at a space station, and I was expected to serve 4loko to weary space travelers. Or, actually, Jack Harkness and the Ninth Doctor.

Um, what?

Yeah, these guys.

Apparently I was out of 4Loko, so I mixed blue power-aide and vodka. According to my subconscious, this is the exact same thing. (In my subconscious's defense, I've never actually drank 4Loko.)

And then the Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver at me and told me I had a piece of the void between universes stuck in my head, and asked "How long has this been going on for, huh?"

So now my subconscious writes self-insert fanfic. This proclamation was about as far as the adventure (which would have probably been awesome) got before I woke up to the sound of rain and the realization that it was ten AM. I was kind of bummed, I was really looking forward to galavanting around the universe with two handsome rogues! Never mind that, though. Oh well.

Maybe I should watch weird british sci-fi before bed every night, because it seems to do good things to my dreams

Let's kick off the New Year with a belated post about Doctor Who!

I somehow forgot to mention in one of my previous posts that some friends and I had a pow-wow on Christmas to watch the Doctor Who 2010 Christmas Special, which was pretty great. I enjoyed the flying sharks and references to marrying Marilyn Monroe, as it's fun to see the Doctor portrayed as anything other than an asexual autistic savant. I just got into Doctor Who in the last year or so, but you could say it's a series I really like. SO HEY, let's watch the trailer for next season and do a quick reaction post!

So what we have here is the trailer for season six, at least the first story arc, possibly more. So right off the bat we've got what are either aristocrats from the French Regency or Pirates, and also Nazis, and they're both looking for our favorite time traveling alien. (Those wacky Nazis.) It looks like the Doctor is chilling with Amy and River. I don't see Rory in any of these early scenes which makes me wonder where everyone's favorite Roman Centurion/Male Nurse has gotten off to. Amy in a fancy dress with a petticoat... cut to scary black man with a gun and the Doctor... in the oval office, requesting a SWAT team and some cookies.

If these are all scenes from the same episode, I am very curious what Steven Moffat and his team are up to. But, moving on...

Flyover of Monument Valley, Doctor in a stetson, OH HI RORY I SEE YOU MADE IT TO OUR LITTLE SHINDIG AFTER ALL. 8) Flashback to last season with the fez, oh hi River you are looking as Mary Sue as ever. Is the writing team sure this little expedition wasn't just an excuse to make the whole gang wear flannel? At any rate, it seems they've been recruited to work on something at Area 51 (this is the only reason the Doctor would ever be caught dead on American soil - to deal with an alien threat.

So it is implied that the Doctor, in bedraggled unshaven scientist mode, has summoned himself because he can't deal with this shit on his own. Okay then! And then shit gets real! Aliens! Amy running! Rory running! River naked!

Wait. Why is River naked?

If this is a hint that we are actually going to find out anything useful about River this season, that would be awesome, k thx Mr. Moffat.

So Amy's screaming, the Doctor is monologuing ominously, everyone looks pretty freaked out, and we see... a member of the Mos Eisley Cantina band?

ALRIGHT THEN. Bring on season six.