It’s a really bad idea to bring people back from the dead. Unless you’re captain Jack.
Gloves tend to come in pairs, and the second one is always evil. Eviler.
Dark atmospheric skeleton clouds make for really bad special effects.
Weevils creep me out.
Gwen rocks, even when she doesn’t do anything at all in an episode.
Martha Jones still kicks ass.
It’s the middle of February and I officially miss the sun. It makes me grumpy not to be able to go out in the sunshine, at least once in a while.
But things are looking up: soon it will be spring, and I get to watch Torchwood when I get home
Wednesday evening brought me two new episodes of the lovely Torchwood to download. Started the downloads, told Courtney about it, and went to bed. I woke up excited to see if the torrents were finished, but slept in and had to leave for work almost immediately. As it was Corporate Love Day, spent the evening not watching two brand new episodes of Torchwood, rather spending time with my sweetie. Didn’t get to the shows until tonight.
These are the sacrifices I make for love.
Just as a postscript, Martha Jones kicks ass.