rambling that i wish i could blame on cold meds

i have not been interneting much on account of moving and then almost immediately starting a new job. and now i have been sick with cold/flu for about a week. finally had to call in this morning. i've spent most of the day sleeping with intermittent periods of wakefulness, mostly due to the 90 degree temperature in my apartment. there is no food. well, if i had energy i'm sure i could make something or other, but standing and cooking and such are right out for the moment. so i'm just laying flat on my blow-up mattress in a pair of boxers and occasionally refreshing the friendslist to see when i can get some new doctor who.

speaking of doctor who: hey, people who are "concerned" that amy can't run in those little miniskirts, or will get scratched, or her legs will be cold, honest, that's the only reason i'm complaining about her wearing them cos they're impractical: YOU'RE WATCHING DOCTOR WHO. DNA CAN TRAVEL THROUGH LIGHTNING AND THE DOCTOR CAN REGENERATE HIS HAIR GEL WITH THE POWER OF PRAYER, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. if you're really that worried about practicality and realism you should have already had eight heart attacks by now.

i should write up thoughts on episodes but that requires energy and thinkins. suffice it to say that i am enjoying this season, missing a few things from the RTD era, loving some of the new things from this era, and think that having truman capote as the doctor's creepy subconscious is pretty much brilliant.

also: it's canon that the doctor is into older ladies. that is what first attacted him to the TARDIS. it's the boys he likes young!