We’re having a lovely visit with
smoakes777. She’s visiting some places from her past today, and then she’s off to do family stuff tomorrow. We’ve had some wonderful conversations about atheism, belief, wonder and joy. I miss her, but I will not try to persuade her to come home. I guess the west coast is just the better place for some of my dear ones. I’m learning to live with that.In other news, after taking a while to warm up to it, I am gleefully fangirlish about the new Doctor Who. There’s all kinds of drama and action there didn’t used to be, and the effects are vastly improved. Which admittedly isn’t all the hard to accomplish, given the production values the BBC was churning out in the 70s and 80s, but still.
The best part is how much it’s grown up. This Doctor broods, and wears black leather, and even flirts! With the addition of the canonically bisexual male companion (*points at icon*) the hoyay is deliciously blatant:
Jack: Aww, sweet. How come I never get any of that?
Doctor: Buy me a drink first.
Jack: You are such hard work.
Doctor: But worth it!
And I really like Rose! She’s the first female companion in ages who’s more of an action heroine than an Aunt Mae.
But I do think we’re going to have to call a moratorium on dashing, charismatic guys named Jack. It’s just getting ridiculous.
