We started Doctor Who a while back, but after six episodes we weren’t really thrilled, so we took a break. I didn’t mention it because, well, because. I knew I was supposed to like it. Not liking it undermines what little geek cred I have. At the urging of yet another friend (which is a reason I felt like I should like it – a large number of friends whose taste in this stuff I trust think it’s great. What’s wrong with me? Yeah, yeah, I don’t have to like everything my friends like, whatever…), we tried again the other night. And all of our friends are right. It’s better. I’m not going to quit. For those who are counting, we watched the 8th episode last night.
Is it weird that I switch pronouns (we to I and back again) like that? I feel like I do that a lot. I can’t decide if it sounds like I’m controlling John’s opinions or he’s controlling mine. Neither of those is true, of course. We just have similar opinions about TV. And movies. And vacations. And dogs. And friends. And lots of things. Mm. We sound boring. I swear, my mind is my own. We rarely read the same books. He doesn’t like spicy food. I don’t like Sons of Anarchy. He doesn’t like to admit that he finds cat videos amusing. (Some of them. I mean, come ON. Cat videos are what the interwebs were built on.) Etc.