Farewell to the Doctor

Finally have the last of the David Tennant Doctor Whos on the DVR, so with special programming that's about 10 hours I have left to watch. But I'm having a hard time starting because as long as I haven't watched it yet, nothing changes.

I will say that I caught scenes from the coming season with the 11th Doctor, and it doesn't look like it will suck, but I'm not ready yet.

Of course the S/O remindes me that I was crushed when Christopher Eccleston left and hated David Tennant for roughly an episode and half. So I'm trying to keep an open mind. I think I better stock up on vodka and lime juice though.

I am so pathetic. Sniff.

I hate sundays

Really, the people around me are most useless, unless you count finding ways to be both irresponsible and pointlessly annoying useful in some way.

The end of the Saints regular season was really blah, and reminded me why I don't really care for the football so much.

To call Brit Hume a douchebag would be an insult to douchebags everywhere. Seriously, if there was ever a time for the big Monty Python foot to come down and shut someone up, it would already have come down on the Fox "News" channel so many times that they would never be able to peel themselves up and reinflate.

The fact that these people have not been sealed in a soundproof box and dropped into the deepest depths of the ocean so that no one would ever have to hear another pointless and achingly stupid utterance is proof enough that there IS NO GOD. Unless you're counting the elder gods, because then that would make perfect sense, because they're all into torturing humans and stuff like that. So maybe Fox News and the teabaggers and all their horrendously idotic ilk are actually proof of the existance of the elder gods. All hail Cthulhu!!!

Pah.

New Year

Wow, I have been a terrible blogger. But foolishly I will make a resolution to post everyday as an exercise, since I'm chained to my desk 20 hours out of the day anyway.

Thoughts: the Winter Classic is cool. They should have more outdoor hockey games. People have been bugging me about posting on the Facebook, so I'll add that to the list of things I don't seem to have time to do. And, yes, I said, The Facebook, it's like The Twitter, because old people preface any new technology with a THE.

So, yay, happy new year.