This week was Fringe, Fringe, and more Fringe. Trying to get hubby caught up to where I am was both fun and frustrating at the same time. As a result, we did not watch last night, but at least now he's finally seen the very moving "White Tulip" episode. It involved time travel, so you know I'm all over that.
I sometimes have this theory that I'm so fascinated by time travel because my life has untapped potential... if I hadn't done this, if I hadn't met this person, or joined the Army, how different would my life be? Would it be better? Worse? Where would I be living right now? It's a fool's game, but it does make the time-travel genre fascinating. Speaking of which...
The new season of Dr. Who has premiered on BBC America, complete with a new Doctor. I don't care for him.... he looks young enough to be playing Harry Potter. And his companion is equally young. I think the BBC has a case of that CW disease I'm always complaining about... too many very young, pretty people. And I don't think it's because I just got older; their faces have no character. I must say that the story for the season premiere was quite good though. I shall just have to get used to these new faces. And thank goodness the companion doesn't have a family this time around... I was getting tired of the other companion's trips "back home" to see their moms, boyfriends, and grandfathers. Can we stay out of Cardiff for a while now?
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