The weather outside is frightful
It’s currently 3 degrees Fahrenheit according to the weather widget on my Ubuntu menu bar. Brrr! It’s pretty warm here, but I think I’ll wear some socks to bed.
Anyway, I’ve fled here to my home space because I can’t take the Doctor/Rose shippers on Tumblr tonight. Translated from the fannese, that refers to young kids who just discovered there’s this cool British scifi series called Doctor Who, and it stars this fab tall skinny guy, and he traveled around in his time machine with this needy — excuse me, loyal and loving — blond chick who is totally his girlfriend and they love each other but oh noes! they are tragically separated forever and ever which means for just the end of one season because the whole next season is spent with him mooning over her (his new girl is some other person of no significance) and then the next season he is still mooning but now he’s traveling with a fab red-headed older woman who is So Not His Girlfriend but she is fabulous because she totally understands his need to moon over the blond chick, who then comes back! because “forever” means “until the plot demands it and the actress who played Blondie has time in her busy schedule of playing a prostitute on another tv show” but then — oh noes! tragedy! the Doctor has to lose her again (but he fobs her off on a Xerox copy of himself, but sadness he has no telepathic link with his other self and in fact doesn’t seem to like his clone very much — insert OOC psychiatric problem of your choice here — so he won’t even get to feel Blondie and his other self make sweet sweet love in their parallel world) and he also loses the redheaded woman to Plot-Induced Amnesia…
…And then we forget about the blond chick entirely for the next season of specials. Really entirely — I don’t think Rose is even mentioned. This is possibly because the new object of Blond Emo-lust is the resurrected Master, who I now think was turned blond not because they wanted to show that something had “gone wrong” with the Master’s return — all the people-eating and Skeletor-zapping pretty much illustrated that — but as outgoing head writer Russell T. Davies’ way of inserting a little trubute to Rose.
And this is how a character I used to like got ruined for me. Anyway, seeing people gush about the Doctah an’ Wose on my Tumblr list really irritated me tonight. So good night.