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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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[demotu.livejournal.com]

I'm not a big TV watcher, actually, in terms of actually watching a show when it comes out every week. TW and DW were the only things I've watched in... goodness, a couple years? I didn't have a TV with more than two English channels last year (CBC!) so I got out of the habit. My boyfriend and I download series - mostly Sci Fi, but also things that didn't last too many seasons, like Firefly and Jericho - to watch in their entirety. And I think we're into season 5 of ST: Voyager, which is mostly a nostalgic thing for us, since we both watched it as kids as it came out.

JAG was one of the shows I watched on and off when I was younger - Star Trek, Stargate SG1, and other random things here or there. But Torchwood's the first time I've gotten really into a show - and fandom and writing for the first time ever are a really big part of that, I think. It's hard for me to separate my TV from my fannish activities, now, and I'm not sure I'd want to! Much more fun this way.