promethia

That bit in the binge consumption of any genre series where the stand-along stuff has lost its novelty and you're just being dragged along by your fingernails, praying for the moment it's all gonna go off the cliff.

Apparently Moff is adapting The Time Traveller's Wife for HBO. Do not know if want? It's intellectual incest at the very least.

This feels vaguely like a joke. Is it April and I didn't notice? No, Variety believes it too, apparently.

I suppose I should finally get around to reading that thing . . .

Randomly woke up at 3am and realized something:



If the Clara in the Library with Ten died to save him, she would have been scooped up by CAL.

Which means there's a very good chance that there's been a Clara hanging out in the Library computer with River all this time.

I can't believe it's taken me five years to think of that.

Attention internet: over the course of the last two weeks I have mainlined all of the Marvel movies, Iron Man through Infinity War, as if they were one massive TV season. Why did I do this? Still unclear. But suffice it to say I had only seen a handful of them previously, some people were talking about them, and I have a distractible attention span and a worryingly masochistic streak when it comes to my entertainment choices. My thoughts are below the cut, but if you choose to read, I feel I should disclose a few things to you up front:

1) I do not like superheroes. And plotlines that can be resolved by punching things.

2) I love television and think movies are a stunted and inferior medium.

3) As a fan of several of the Marvel tv shows, chief among them Agents of SHIELD, I have a massive and eternal chip on my shoulder about the way Marvel forces its tv shows to play second fiddle to the movie juggernaut.

Those caveats in place, I was pleasantly surprised by the movie juggernaut as a whole. But if you live, sleep, and breathe the MCU and will be put out by anything less than effusive praise, move along, nothing to see here . . .

( Lengthy but shallow commentary. Oh god, so long. )

As the official last person on earth watching Agents of SHIELD, I feel it is my duty to let you know that season five continues to be EPIC.

EPIC.

I also need to repeat this regularly to myself because otherwise I don't actually believe it.

That is all.

Dear BBC:

On the one hand, it's extremely gratifying when your three-plus year devotion to a fairly mediocre show is repaid so spectacularly. On the other hand, I've just witnessed several of the most fucked up things I've ever seen on television and I watched all of Hannibal and several seasons of American Horror Story.

Remember the cute little primary-colored show about a spy family living on an airplane? *broken laughter*

Than the ads I get served on Tumblr. It's an unremitting stream of condos, financial planning, football, J.C. Penny, breast cancer awareness, cars I will never be able to afford, and, I kid you not, retirement communities (I'm 33).

The irony of this is, I've always wanted to be older than I am. The day I turned 30 was a triumph. But I can't cope with this assault. WHAT IS THE POINT OF TUMBLR IF YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THERE TO LOOK AT PRETTY THINGS AND NOT THINK OF THE SAD STATE OF YOUR 401K?!?!?!?

Is it all this depressing? Tumblr is about the only place that manages to sneak ads through my impenetrable fortress of ad blockers and strategic paying for ad-free services. Would it kill them to try to sell me some makeup or a cell phone or some breakfast cereal from time to time? I'm living in mild dread of the day I see an ad for incontinence diapers in between an argument about gender pronouns and a quiz to determine which K-Pop group you are.

I don't think I can deal with this anymore.