Dang it

I didn't post last night because two things happened Thursday that I needed to let percolate in my mind for a little while before I could go further. My husband laughed at me yesterday when I told him about all the things I have posted about in the past few days concerning different aspects of watching television. He was amused that I spend so much time thinking about something like which way I like watching a television show. I also attended a presentation Thursday night on the topic of negotiating with Iran, given by a man who was one of the Americans taken hostage at the embassy in Iran 30 years ago. A part of me knows how inconsequential my desire to watch all these DVDs is, and it does seem silly that I would make such a production out of this. I do realize this.

But the one thing I like about this blog is that it gives me an opportunity to work out through writing what I think about things in general, what my point of view is about stuff. Talking about television, writing reviews, has given me an opportunity to keep my writing and analytical skills sharp. It is a way to find out what I really think about something. Writing my thoughts down makes them more concise and concrete than the spiraling mess in my head.

So, I will keep doing this.

I did not post about the episode I watched Thursday night, so I will combine that with the episode I watched tonight. Both of these episodes caused some unpleasantness.

In the first one, The Doctor keeps meeting this French woman at brief moments throughout her life, starting when she is a little girl. On his side of things, when he leaves and goes back it has only been a couple of minutes, but in her reality it's been many years. Somehow, even though she hardly ever sees him, and he her, they fall in love. It was just awful; their supposed love was in no way believable. Even worse, The Doctor apparently has a brain fart at the end of the episode and forgets a very key point of how they keep meeting each other. The writer of this episode was so bad he just made the doctor forget that what seems like only a few minutes in his time when he has left her to get the TARDIS ready is many, many years in her world. He told her he'd be back in a few minutes to take her with him. Even worse, there was no need to leave her behind that time. He just wanted time to start the TARDID and let her pack. Why would she really need to pack? The TARDIS carries a gigantic wardrobe. *facepalm* The writer did this so he could end on a sob story with her being dead when he gets back to her. It was so incredibly insulting.

I had a problem with the one I just watched, but for an entirely different reason. The episode itself, while not great like the first four episodes I watched, has a decent story and was entertaining. The problem is, it's got a cliffhanger. I cannot begin to describe how desperately I want to just watch the next episode to find out what happens. So far, my desire to give each episode time to breathe, not watching more than one a night, is prevailing. I have a feeling that unlike the past week, I will be watching the next episode rather early in the day. Ya know, because it's a weekend.