October 29th, 2008


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Furthering my "adult books suck" hypothesis, Blake's Therapy is written in such a dazed, dream-like way, weaving between both temporal and physical settings, that it starts to put the reader into the same state of entrancement. I know this because I keep getting the feeling that I'm drifting off, only to find when I come to my senses that I've been steadily punching the book's cover again and again.

*is annoyed* Not in an Arundhati Roy way, where I feel distinctly murderous after every sentence - this is fiction, after all - but I just get irritated at everything that happens. I can't figure out what message the author is trying to say about society or human nature as a whole (I know he's saying something, and I'm equally sure it won't impress me), but as of right now, a little over the halfway point, it bugs me without my being able to put my finger on precisely why. (I mean, besides all the references to sexual activity that REALLY. I DON'T NEED TO READ, AT ALL, except that they're sort of inextricably woven into the framework of what makes this character tick, and thus I refer you back to "adult books suck.")

There's just something nettlesome about the whole therapy experiment, both the concept itself Collapse ) and the choices the patient makes during it. Raise your hand if you feel weirdly guilty playing The Sims after reading this book! And of course, the therapist's condescending tone of "I know best and this will work" makes me want to throttle him all the time.

...on second thought, maybe I shouldn't complain too much as this looks to be the most engaging of our three novels. For example, out of curiosity to see how the others compared, I just tried to read the first page of The Hungry Tide and it put me to sleep.

In other news, last night I...totally caved and sneaked in NCIS.  I KNOW.  In my defense, I diligently read David Copperfield through all the commercials!  And also through all the boring parts of the episode.  I wouldn't have cracked at all if I hadn't managed to see a promo for it yesterday featuring Abby In Potential Danger, but I'll be damned if I can stay away from a lure like that. 

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I crashed into sleep at around 8:25, after forcing myself to wind down enough to do so (I wasn't being productive.  I also needed to sleep at some point.  Ergo, do the sleeping early and get up super-early to continue) and then an hour later THE EFFING FIRE ALARM WENT OFF.  Seething hatred!  So that was 10 minutes of standing around outside, shaking both from exhaustion and cold.  -.- 

On the bright side, when I finally got back in, I was awake enough to turn on the Office reruns (something I'd planned for in my schedule anyway), so I watched "Halloween" before falling back asleep.  I love that episode (Michael's actually watchable in it.  Like 95% of the time.  I KNOW).  Let's ignore the angsty part; Three Hole Punch Jim + Black Kitty Pam are the most adorable things in the world.


"Hi, my name's Billie Piper and I feel that writhing around in various states of undress is somehow worth more years of my time than being Rose Tyler, Pillar Of All That Is Adorable, Good and Magical!"

"Hi, my name's David Tennant, and despite being the second biggest fanboy of my own character after David Caruso, you still won't be able to keep me around for as many years as you can count on one hand, because I have bigger, better and grander things to do with my time!"

GOD.  Between the pair of them they make Duchovny look like some sort of saint for staying 7 years on X-Files.  I feel like I should worship William Petersen as some sort of deity for lasting 8 and a half on CSI, until I remember that American shows have this weird thing where they like not only stay on the air as long as possible, but try to actually keep their cast intact - particularly if they have a smallish number of leads.  TAKE NOTE OF OUR AWESOMENESS, BRITAIN.

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P.P.S.  OH!  MY!  GOD! I just realized something - how dare you break this horrible news on the 8th anniversary of my becoming an X-Phile?!?!  October 29th is the oldest and still one of the few ceremonial fandom dates I have stored in my head; NOW IT'S TAINTED FOREVER BY TRAGEDY.

Mm. Still rageful.

Mostly because peoples' (a word which here means "the entire internet so far") reactions all seem to be along the lines of "Doctor Who is about change/he's been here more than two years [HOW TAXING]/it's sad but not unexpected" and are otherwise completely annoyingly accepting about it.  STOP IT.  STOP ACCEPTING CHANGE!  Just because that's what the show has always done doesn't mean you can't still be pissed about it every time and think it's completely stupid. 

Godddddd, I can't stop thinking about how many of my shows have passed their 100th episode mark with the same stars that filmed the pilot.  He'll have, what, less than 50?  Even adjusting for the length of the specials, that is so very unacceptable.  I don't care that they miraculously resurrected this show from the dead; Tennant is impossible to top and therefore I dream of the shiny red button of cancellation, oh yes, I do.

I think I'm gonna have to go drown my sorrows in The Office.  Immerse myself in something significantly happier.  Also BETTER.  And then take an extra level of joy in how it happens to be the more awesome version of a British show.  Take that!  *is feeling bitter and vindictive*