So last night I finished my re-watch of series 5. I should really re-watch things sooner than I do. I just don’t seem to have the inclination to go back and re-view new series episodes the way some people do. (I’m looking squarely at a certain podcaster here.) I think I used to take comfort in watching the same thing over and over again (see: Labyrinth, Red Dwarf, etc.). Somewhere along the line, that changed. Nowadays, I feel like there are so many wonderful things I haven’t seen yet, I oughtn’t watch the same things repeatedly.
So why watch again now, you ask? Well I tried watching it with Radio Free Skaro commentary a few weeks ago, but it was a total bust. It had been so long since I’d seen series 5 that I found myself utterly transfixed by the episodes themselves. Thus, I was ignoring the witty podcast repartee that had prompted me to sit down to watch in the first place. Solution? Watch the entire series through first, then go back and do it again with commentaries. (I was ever a problem solver.)
Anyway, my weird quirks aside, I liked series 5 even better the second time through. And I loved it the first time ’round, so that’s saying a lot. Matt Smith is quickly cementing his place in my heart as…dare I say my favorite Doctor? Hm. I might just dare. He’s simply brilliant: frenetic when it’s called for, silly often, alien nearly always, and pitch-perfectly understated at just the right moments. I can’t get enough. It certainly doesn’t hurt that Steven Moffat’s writing, in addition to being right up my alley, is so well-suited to Smith’s performance style, it’s like they were made for each other.
Ok. Enough fangirl gushing. I should talk knitting for a moment. And what I should say about it is “don’t drink and knit.” This is a lesson I have yet to learn, despite being bitten in the ass by it time and time again. Sigh. So this time I accidentally skipped all the mini-stripes in between two colors. Whoops. The only reason I even noticed it was ’cause I noticed that the preceding stripe was two rows too thick. Also whoops. So I had to do something I dread: rip out many rows of work and thread the needle back through the stitches to start again. I’m always terrified I’m going to put the needle through the wrong way or something and twist the stitches. This time I was very careful (and utterly sober), and it looks like I succeeded with no major mishaps. I still haven’t gotten quite “caught up” to where I was (or where I thought I was), but I’m not far off. Making mistakes sucks, but I do have to admit I’m sorta glad of the chance to practice fixing my screw-ups. I’ll probably need that expertise somewhere down the line. Because I know eventually I’ll decide a cocktail and some knitting sounds like a good idea.
So then today, for reasons I’m not even sure I can properly express, I’m watching (American) football. (Go Pack!) As it turns out, football is kind of perfect to knit to. I don’t really need to pay attention most of the time ’cause there’s so much downtime between plays. Even if I miss something, it’s no big deal in these days of instant-replay. Probably the only drawback is the fact that the susurrus of the crowd just makes me want to stretch out on the couch and take a nap. Not the best for motivation. But I resisted the call of the afternoon-snooze, and stuck with my end-weaving. (Yes, I got past my end-weaving issues, and am trucking right along on that.)
So knitting-wise, it was a weekend of ups and downs. Doctor Who-wise, it was up and more up. All in all, I really can’t complain.