Torchwood: Exit Wounds (2x13)

I can't write much but I at least want to say something about Torchwood now rather than later.

I watched Torchwood at 7 a.m. yesterday, staying awake through the whole thing despite the painkillers I'm taking for my broken foot. They make it hard to stay awake for a whole hour at a time. The interesting story helped.

About which I can think of many things to say, the first being: aieeeaii. "Aieeeaii" in a good way.

Two significant aspects are things I thought I'd never see on TV. They totally floored me they were so unexpected and brilliant. But ( first, the part I thought was odd... )

( And then, what I most loved.... )

I love it that they're not doing the obvious.

Sunday, with the budgies chirping...

First thing I remember this morning was hearing the birds start to sing when the sun came up. No one had covered the budgie cage last night, and I hadn't the energy to cross the living room to do it - I'm still sleeping on the sofa in the living room to coddle my broken foot, but crossing the room with my walker is an energetic and time-consuming project. So I just left the birds uncovered.

There was something out of doors chirping, a long, single drawn-out chirp that I haven't heard since last summer. Pretty. Then I realized that my budgies were trying to reply to that chirp, trying to respond with the same sound. It isn't in the least like a normal budgie chirp (if any budgie sound can be said to be 'normal') but I loved the way they were trying to say 'good morning' to our feathered neighbour.

Then at seven a.m. my alarm clock went off. Remember how I begged commodorified to unplug it yesterday? And she did. But this morning the alarm went off. Not my normal alarm, which is the CBC morning radio news - International news, always depressing, but bearable to listen to. No, this was the alternate alarm, a loud oscillating BEEP that would continue for two hours if unchecked.

I got my walker and hiked slowly into the bedroom to see if I could reach it to turn it off. Not a chance. I couldn't get within eight feet of it - it's on the other side of the queen-size bed.

I could tolerate two hours of CBC morning radio, no problem. This beep? Not a chance. So I phoned maaseru, who was asleep like all the good boys and girls.

"Help!" I screamed. "My sanity is at stake! You have to rescue me!"

So at 7 a.m. on a Sunday, maaseru got herself dressed and came down to my apartment and turned off the annoying beep. Yes, commodorified had already turned it off. And unplugged it. But there was an emergency battery there just in case the clock-radio should be accidentally unplugged... or in case of Armageddon.

Eep.

The device is the creation of some evil mastermind.

Luckily, maaseru was laughing when she arrived. Remember how I said she deserved the Nobel Prize? Now she deserves a prize so big I don't think they make them that grand.