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As part of the Dr. Who methadone program*, I watched my very first episode of Red Dwarf the other day. [Honestly, I wasn't that enthused. But I have an oddly unticklish sense of humour. I also don't get the Monty Python thing, which I concede to be blasphemous. I'm not proud of it or anything. They just don't make me laugh.] However, when watching a multi-fandom vid, I noticed that it a) included Red Dwarf, and b) had the two guys kissing. Wow. Slash everywhere, omg.

Screw you, British Empire for being such freaking wimps. If you hadn't lamed out, we could ALL BE BRITISH. And enjoy the beautiful, beautiful spectacle of boys kissing in every single available medium. Instead you were all, oh noes! My tea! My taxes! Hippies on salt-walks! Minutemen! [Talk about an unscary moniker there] Come on. You should be ashamed. White man's burden, my ass.**

In other news, I seem to have got a job. So there will be a new College Which Must Not Be Named come September. I'm teaching kidlit @ Hunter on Mondays & Thursdays. While I was there for the interview (the speediest, most railroad-y interview of my life; they had me filling out my paperwork so fast I thought my head would spin off!), I ran into in rapid succession: jlh, sykii [*waves* Hi guys!], another friend of mine from the grad center, and another woman I went to high school with, whom I cordially loathed***. Any omen interpreters on deck? Sybilline oracles? Anyone? Bueller? What does it all mean???


*Netflix queue now includes things which are British, include time travel, or are about death. Like methadone, ultimately unsatisfying.
** I'm kidding. Mostly.
*** I really mean both the "cordial" and the "loathing". It was the friendliest non-liking I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. We were both equally close friends with one other girl, so spent any number of drunken evenings having civilised conversation about how much we despised each other. With my kinks, I can only be surprised that it didn't blossom into romance.

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[kalichan.livejournal.com]

For me, anyway, it's the primary theme. Death and love and loss and letting go of things in the proper time. I get really attached to stuff, really caught up in ruts and obsessions, and letting go is something I never do easily, so I find it's a really important lesson for me. It's one of the reasons Dr. Who has come to mean so much to me in the short time I've been watching it. In the second ep. of the new series, the Doctor takes his companion to see the End of the Earth (5 billion yrs in the future) - and says, "everything has its time, and everything ends." And because the show is sort of built around the replacement of Doctors and companions, it's sort a meta-lesson in learning to love things (like certain versions of the Doctor), and then having to let them go and be replaced by the new thing. It's actually very hard. I mean, it's also lots of running about, and pepperpots in space, which I totally enjoy as well, but really it's about death. Especially since innocents & civilians die in every episode, and they're mourned as well. I find that in many action shows, either civilians mysteriously never get dead, or somehow you don't care when they do.

I seem to have written you a small novel in response to a short question. Sorry!