The season finale aired last night. I didn't watch it, and I refuse to. I read the reviews and the plot synopsis, and that is just something I don't want to see.
I watched it. It is the most aggressively depressing episode of Doctor Who I have ever seen. It may very well be the most depressing episode of anything I've seen, and that includes the episode of Futurama with the dog and this one episode of Sliders where they get home, only they don't realize it's home, so they slide away.
On a possibly related note, a storyline in Marvel Comics concerned a snake-god named Seth who wanted to take over realities by taking seven brides. It's my theory that the two Seths are one and the same.
Well, at least I don't fear Obama will become a dictator of America, since to be a dictator, the dictator needs the backing of the military...which fortunately seems to hate Obama. Now all I need to fear (besides the entire economic meltdown of the country with Cap and Trade, a heath reform policy we can't afford and the shrinking dollar) is a MILITARY COUP.
I need a fucking valium (a blue colored 10mg, please...that's the big boy...not a wimpy yellow 5mg or an even wimpier white-colored 2.5 mg). Wash it down with 10 ounces of scotch and its lights out 'till dawn.
