Onward

This is why I don’t take writing breaks. I’m fading. I’m tired, I’m hot, I could care less. I don’t want to read, write, watch Doctor Who, go to bed, do the dishes, take a shower, lay in my room and curse the heat. None of it.

Then again, maybe it’s this stupid boomerang cold. Or allergies. Or whatever’s congesting my chest and making me sneeze.

I am so over being sick.

Whatever it is–probably a combination of both things–I feel like shades of grey. Like the victims of the…whatever they were, in His Dark Materials. The Spectres.

Ooh, that gives me shivers. We’ll stick with “shades of grey.”

That’s life without writing. Grey. But now I don’t have any damned ideas.

I watched the first (new) season of Doctor Who. I loved it. I thought it was wonderful.

But last night, we started the new season. And I fell in geek love.

Right about here.

He challenged the dude with a sword. In his pajamas! And you can clearly see–he enjoyed it.

*swoon*

For those who don’t know, David Tennant (yes, that’s him) is the tenth Doctor Who. Naturally, since he’s a Time Lord, he can’t age as we do, yes? So they have to keep switching actors. But here’s the brilliant part–it’s not just a new actor. He’s a new man. When the Doctor regenerates, he becomes a different person, though with the memories and feelings of nine hundred years of being the Doctor.

As he said when asked who he was, “See, that’s the thing, I’m the Doctor, but beyond that, I … I just don’t know. I literally do not know who I am. So I’m testing. Am I … funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy? Right old misery? Life and soul? Right-handed, left-handed, a gambler, a fighter, a coward, a traitor, a liar, a nervous wreck – I mean, judging by the evidence, I’ve certainly got a gob!” (gob = mouth)

Yes, dear, you certainly do. And I can’t wait to learn more about you both.

Not to mention I’m so looking forward to Jack’s reaction to the new doctor. *grin*

That was the question. This was the answer.  (yes, another re-used post. Sorry)

What do I like? Hmm…

It’s well-written. Smart dialogue, sharp characters, good plots. Sometimes it stumbles a bit, but on the whole, it’s very good. And I’m only in the first season. Most shows take a while to find their feet.

The characters are very real. Flawed but not obnoxious, consistent, intelligent (for the most part, and when they make stupid moves you understand why, because there’s a REASON, and you know what it is.) The characters get developed.

It’s well-shot, but not cinematic (well, okay, sometimes.) The show feels real. Gwen, one of the main characters, is pretty, but she’s got a gap in her teeth and when she puts her hair up to get to work, it doesn’t look elegant, it looks like she wanted it out of the way.

It’s earthy, not…glamourous. There’s more sex than I’m used to seeing, but it’s not smooth, perfect, Hollywood sex. It’s just that the characters are real people with sex lives.

I love the characters, but I don’t always like them. Sometimes I want to hit them with sticks.

There’s an effortless lack of prejudice to it, too. When a white character has a black girlfriend, it’s NOT because they want to do an episode about race relations. She just…is black. And they don’t bother to explain why the two are a couple, either. When a woman is very attracted to another woman, she only angsts a bit because it’s never happened to her before–not because there’s anything wrong with it.

And when, after a quick but complex and sweet set-up of the relationship, Captain Jack Harkness kissed that guy in the ballroom–my knees melted, it was so hot. (and so well-written, I might have died if they hadn’t kissed) (here it is on YouTube, don’t watch if you can’t handle it!)

All in all, I find it wonderfully satisfying. (yes, if you’re wondering, there are lots of well-written, complex and meaningful het relationships too.)

I’m so sad we’re at the end of what the roomie owns. Now I’ll have to figure out how to work the DVR, and try to watch the eps in order though for some reason networks don’t tend to show the things in order after the first run…

I’m reading, watching TV and movies, and helping the roomie pack. May go insane if I don’t write soon, but suddenly there’s no time for that. Seems if I don’t spend a week snarling at everyone who interrupts, the word gets out that I’m not writing, and everyone descends to make sure I don’t start again.

Okay, it might not be as bad as that. But still. The simple truth is every time I’ve sat down to write anything in the last week, something has come up. Usually something that will take hours to smash back down again.

Grrr.

I read a book. I ranted about it elsewhere. Here it is. Don’t peek if you plan to read Burning Water by Mercedes Lackey.

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My Fortune Cookie told me: Follow the fire-breathing chicken, except on Tuesdays. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Wow. It’s enough to give a girl chills. That a fortune cookie knew about me and Tuesdays…