To help the time go by faster, I will reveal my new obsession.
When we first got married it was The A-Team.
But one can only handle so much of the same plot. We grew weary of our Team and slowly stopped watching it. We have been looking for a new obsession ever since.
But we have such different taste in things, it has been a long obsessionless year.
And then a few weeks ago, we unwittingly stumbled on gold.
We were watching the Red Green Show (who doesn't love a little Canadian Guy humor?) It ended and we just didn't want to go to bed. Nor did we want to watch the Red Dwarf which tends to be a little dirty, so we put the volume on mute and chatted for a bit. We were about to turn the television off and go to bed when the music stopped us.
It was reminiscent of our child hood. The blue box floating in the vortex. My pulse quickened and then the title flashed across the screen:
We decided to give it a try.
It was very easy to make fun of, and very entertaining to watch. Since we hadn't seen any previous episodes, we didn't know any back stories, we weren't sucked in and were able to just watch and laugh. Wonderful! The next week we waited in anticipation.
11:00 Saturday night came around and found us in front of the telly with all the lights in the house turned off.
During that particular episode I hid behind Jeffrey's back for the majority of it. It scared me. Nothing gruesome or bloody, just creepy. It was the one with the Weeping Angel statues. sourceThey didn't even kill the people they crept up on, just sent them to a different time where they had to live out the rest of their lives. But they crept up on you when you weren't looking! It was so creepy. I still can't look at a stone angel without getting creeped out. I didn't want to turn the lights off that night. I didn't want to go to the bathroom alone. I didn't want to be alone for a second. It was hard. I didn't think I would ever watch another episode. (How many times can you use the word creep or a variation of it in a paragraph? I may have just broken a record.)
And then the next Saturday we were sitting in anticipation of The Doctor. All the lights were left on. I didn't want to take any more chances. This was a trial run. If it creeped me out too much, I wouldn't watch it anymore.
But it wasn't creepy again. It was interesting. It was thought provoking, and it was to be continued. How could they leave me wondering what happend? But Saturday night we were tired. So we went to bed early. We had some good pillow talk (I swear, that is the only time I get real conversation out of Jeffrey. Right before we go to sleep... and he hates it) and as we were about to go to sleep, I looked at the clock and said
"It's eleven. The Doctor is visiting again."
Jeffrey sat up in bed, and in an excited voice said "lets go watch it! Come on."
I was too tired. I wanted to sleep. He prodded a little more, and so I finally told him.
I had set the DVR to record it a couple of hours prior. We could watch it another day.
I must confess. I watched it.
And the sequel. That is why the internet is so great. You can watch old television shows on it and don't have to be left hanging when it say "To be continued..."
I know that we are going to be watching some more of the good Doctor tonight after Keith goes to bed.
And yes, I am well aware of the fact I need a thesaurus and a new word for creepy. :) I was out to break the record for how many times it could be used in a single post. Guess what. I won! To my knowledge anyway.