Doctor Who, the power of story, and sex...

Reading some of the comments on "The Last of the Time Lords", I found this passage in a commentary by thingswithwings that I found interesting, about slash and about sex in Doctor Who:

When it’s something that you and I know, and something that RTD knows, when it’s something shared between us that isn’t stated explicitly, part of the power comes from the fact that it’s not stated explicitly. And of course the secret is sexuality. (In the Doctor’s case, the secret of his sexuality is sort of that he has one.)

( Funny thing is... )

Doctor Who: "The Last of the Time Lords..."

I'm not sure what to say. Except that I think John Barrowman was right when he said Russell T. Davies was on crack. The story was... not what I was expecting.

( Spoilers all the way here. And fandom's a funny thing. )

Canada Day...

I'm feeling upset, and it's Canada Day. Not sure what to do about it; I hate feeling down. I'd been invited to go to Greely to spend the day with Pat and Sandi and friends, but maaseru had already said she'd be around and we had plans to spend the day together with maaboroshi. Great! But today it turns out that maaseru has gone elsewhere with others - she said she'd be back in time for supper, and isn't.... I'm feeling unwanted. And don't know what to do about it.

I did have fun with maaboroshi earlier,mostly just chatting and watching the antics of the birds. She had a go at my computer, but no luck with the Quicktime problem, though she helped me another way.

I'm having some bad problems with allergies - probably just as well I'm not going out to Greely anyway, where I'd be breathing all that allergen-filled outdoor air.

The thought doesn't make me feel much better.

Doctor Who casting announcement...

Yay! ( They've announced... )

Happy Canada Day!

After feeling miserable for a good part of the day, I got better. Much better.

maaseru came home, and we (meaning maaboroshi and John) had pizza for supper, and we played a game of Scrabble - my suggestion. Part of the fun was making fun of the pseudo-words included in the Scrabble dictionary, words like 'jetlike', 'uniquest', and 'mm'. There are no linguistic depths to which players will not stoop to make points.

You know how, when you get a migraine, you lose your vision neurologically to a jagged-light visual effect? I got that during the Scrabble game, making it often difficult to see the tiles - but, surprisingly, it marked the end of my migraine, not the beginning. These things are so bizarre! It's so much easy to feel cheerful without pain. I won the game, being pretty much neck and neck with maaboroshi until the last turn, when I put SPRINTS on a triple- word square.

When the fireworks started on Parliament Hill, we went out on maaseru's balcony to watch. Beautiful! With many heart-shaped and spiral fireworks - I called them Pictish - I do love fireworks. At one point a bat flew by, looking confused by the lights and noise. But how can you really tell when a bat is confused?

It was uncharacteristically cold today. Usually Canada Day is hot; this was mostly jacket-wearing weather, and I watched the fireworks with a blanket wrapped around me.

Canada has existed for 140 years. It's been 150 years since Ottawa was founded. So far so good!