adventures in...something

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So I may have mentioned, at various points, that I maintain a gigantic backlog of TV and movies, basically just downloading anything and everything that catches my attention and then forgetting about it for ages. (I used to buy lots and lots of DVDs, and shall again if I ever have money. Thus my conscience is soothed.) This habit works for me, because media is one of my primary self-soothing tools and frequently the only thing I can do besides sleep or stare at the ceiling. Tonight I am not feeling quite that bad, but I needed a little audiovisual narrative comfort, and I didn't feel like watching the next episode of the series I'm in the middle of (Crusoe--which should indicate how long this stuff usually sits around before I watch it), and I was going to start another series (Kings, see above) but the episodes I had turned out to be terrible quality, and at that point I just gave up and went to the movies folder. Usually I prefer TV but clearly that was not an option tonight. And I was in the mood for slash, obviously, and nothing I'd have to take too seriously, and nothing I'd seen before.

All of which is by way of explaining why I am currently paused twelve minutes into Christopher and His Kind, trying to process my simultaneous delight and deep confusion at the concept of the Doctor getting a handjob from a hot guy, right there on my screen. I'm sorry, Matt Smith! You're actually doing a great job of not being the Doctor! But--there is a certain point where the cognitive dissonance kicks in and can't be reasoned with.

(I think delight is winning, though.)