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Fun fact: I am a Whovian. What's that you ask? A Doctor Who fan, duh. All thanks to my husband, Justin *NERD ALERT* Dazet. I dubbed him that this weekend after he spent nearly 5 hours building a Lego Millennium Falcon. What's that? I don't have time to get into it.

When we first starting dating, we decided that we would make each other watch each other's favorite TV shows. I realize there is probably a better way to write that sentence, but I can't be bothered with that right now. I believe our first show was one of his favorites, Battlestar Galactica; which don't even get me started on that show because I will cry so many tears at you and I still haven't even fully processed the finale. My first pick was Lost; please see previous sentence for my thoughts on THE BEST SHOW OF ALL TIME. There has also been Spaced (amaze) and many more that I can't currently recall. So we watch a lot of TV, but that is not the point.

I did not fall in love with Doctor Who immediately. It definitely took time, but once it hit me it hit me hard. We knew that this would not be a quick watch, even though we started at the "reboot." I also needed to take an approximately 6-month break after the loss of the 10th Doctor who will forever remained etched in my heart as one of the best characters on television, ever. We jumped into the 11th Doctor very quickly and like most rebounds, he just wasn't cutting it. So I took my time to mourn, and we watched House of Cards in the interim (TEAM CLAIRE).

I had read and been told about a particular episode many times, and last night we reached that episode. And it was everything I had read and been told. I cried so much that I had to diffuse essential oils to be able to breathe again. It was beautiful, just absolutely beautiful and it was exactly what I needed at this current point in my life.

I have been unsettled. Unsteady. I feel like I am in career purgatory and desperately need to make a change. I am feeling the weight of the negative energy that comes from numerous relationships in my life and am constantly battling to rise above it. My husband has been a champ at navigating through this time with me, as we both go through these phases of "what am I doing with my life and will it all matter?"

And then Vincent and the Doctor happened. And it was one of the most beautiful and honest and heartbreaking episodes of television I have ever witnessed. I will just leave you with two quotes from the episode, because I cannot convince you to watch Doctor Who.

Source

Via Society 6

This certainly does not fix any of the aforementioned challenges, but it certainly gave me a heavy dose of perspective on a life that I am lucky to have.

what i'm watching.

Nothing says filler post like that title, am I right? But honestly, we all love television. Good, bad, really bad. Us bloggies can't get enough of it. And to be completely honest, lately I'd rather watch TV than write a blog post. I'M SORRY, okay? I can't pull content out of my ass. So until I get caught up on my stories — the televised kind and the life ones — you have to read this kind of bullshit.

the new ones

The Following

Aren't we all? Some of the early episodes irritated me. OH NO ANOTHER FOLLOWER. But now as we reach the end of the season I am peeing myself. This shit is just pure crazy and I love it. It fits in with my real-life-crime-shows addiction quite nicely.

Top of the Lake

This is a heavy, heavy show featuring the extraordinary Elizabeth Moss. It is on the Sundance channel, which I'm still not even sure what that means. It is good, real good. A little weird, but I would watch Elizabeth Moss in anything. She is brilliant.

Vikings

Dying...DYING over this show. I've decided that I am a viking, so don't fuck with me. The History channel has nailed this one. The main character bears a striking resemblance to Jax from SOA. Yea, that's right. I'll wait while you go set your DVR...

the old ones

Game of Thrones

Don't even tell me you don't watch this. GET OVER YOURSELF. This was the show that when Justin said I had to watch it I replied, "I don't like period pieces." Which doesn't even make sense. All I know is that I need me some dragons and some long blonde hair.

Lost

Please see the first two sentences above. This is the one show that I insisted Justin watch. We are on season two. I still cry over it all the damn time. Rose + Bernard 4eva!

Shameless

One of the best shows I've ever seen. Ever. The season finale is this week and I am not emotionally prepared. While I loathe William H. Macy's character, the rest of the characters are so beautifully acted. Emmy Rossum is a dream, you guys. Talk about an amazing cry face. Joan Cusack is just perfection and plays one of my favorite television characters of all time. I can't say enough about this show. Just watch it, yea?

Eastbound & Down

Justin and I are going to write a book about how this is the greatest show of our time. Although quite horrific at times, this show has feelings. Real feelings. And we also agree that Danny McBride is one hell of an actor, even when he is playing the world's biggest doucher (which his roles usually include). La Flama Blanca for life!

Weeds, season 8

I was a huge fan of this show in the beginning, so I have to finish it even though I heard terrible things about this season and I can't stand Jennifer Jason Leigh's character. I started it this week because I couldn't find any damn crime shows to watch (and I don't allow myself to DVR that shit because it could get out of control). We shall see where this final season takes us...

and starting Sunday...MAD MEN IS BACK! I can't even handle myself.

Thanks, Kelsey!

the ones I refuse to watch

All of the damn housewives

Starting now I have placed a moratorium on any housewife watching by yours truly. I watched half of RHOC the other night when I couldn't sleep and I've had heart palpitations since. Related? PROBABLY. I think it has something to do with Vicki's face and also all of the screeching and bickering. Even though the teaser of Laurie/Chyna returning is tempting, for my health I can't even with these shows. Any of them. Okay except maybe Atlanta sometimes...

And holy shit I just realized that I need to get a life. This is a lot of television time. Damn you cable. Damn you so good.

Life-Changing Decision.

If you follow me on the twitter, you know that I made a huge announcement a few weeks ago regarding Justin and I.

Yes, YES! We are GETTING CABLE!

What? Expecting something else? Calm down, team marriage. Cable is a huge step for us because #1 we are trying to be frugal and cable is the opposite of that, and #2 because I tend to go full-retard when I have cable. Justin has strict orders to monitor the DVR and if I happen to have 18 episodes of Animal Hoarders saved, I am not allowed to have the cables any longer.

You may be asking yourself, why now? BECAUSE. So many good shows are starting all at once and it requires way to much energy to find them online or wait for them to come on Netflix. Technically, I'm already behind because I haven't caught up on Downton Abbey, The Walking Dead, Girls, or Dexter. But our glorious package comes with On Demand so I can watch all the shows, and then some. Basically, I'm never leaving the apartment. But at least I will be all caught up on my shows!

Here are a select few that I am most excited about:

One of the BEST shows on television. Season 2 had me sobbing. I can't wait to see where they
pick up. The acting is some of the best you will ever see.

I'm giving up most of my other network shows because I am so far behind, and because they are full of unnecessary emotional terrorism. So, I think I'll give Mr. Bacon a chance.

GAME OF THRONES. The entire show is in caps lock. It just is.

You really don't get it unless you get it. It's true. Final season. I can't even.

I mean, COME ON.

You know how they say that Big Bang or House or whatever is the smartest show on television?
THEY obviously haven't seen this. Both seasons are on Netflix. Need more reasons to watch?

This genius...

And my main man. Oof.

Now I am certain that there will be new seasons of Animal Hoarders, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, TOO CUTE (puppies or kitties. I'll watch either), Fatal Attractions, and other TLC monstrosities...

And I can't freaking wait.

You Know You Love Me.

Not me. But it's okay if you do. Although a little odd.

We are talking about Gossip Girl today. Because I love that goddamned show.

I remember seeing the promos years back when I was a much more cynical gal, slowly easing out of my emo-elitist early twenties. In my later twenties I learned not to be such a hater of such shows and embraced all that GG had to offer. Which is over-the-top melodrama, opulence, and faaaaaaashion.

The acting? Well, obviously. This is a CW show after all. But for a moment let us praise Leighton Meester for giving us one of the best television characters of all time. During this season's Debutante Ball episode she looked absolutely exquisite. She has inspired me to try, and fail miserably, at the art of bold red lipgloss. She is also a classic mean girl, albeit fabulous. Another Blair Waldorf quality my nearly 30-year old self strives to emulate. Truth, I'm usually just a bitch. And so help me if her and Chuck don't end up together, someone will be receiving a strongly worded letter. Email. Probably. I just turned 15.

I think it's also important to highlight the less-than-stellar acting skills of Blake Lively. BECAUSE SHE CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING. But I would still kill for her hair.

I also live for the recaps. My favorite comes from New York Magazine and a close second comes from The Fug Girls. And on the topic of recaps, NYMAG has some killer Real Housewife ones that I miss reading. I love recaps. I have a life, I swear.

I'm usually behind an episode or two (so stop talking about it for shit's sake) because my bestie and I HAVE to watch it together or else we will die. Because it allows us to do what we do best — sit on our ass, drink wine, and talk shit about people we don't know. And we only have a handful of episodes left and then we will have nothing to do again. Ever.

xoxo.

I am...

Not an official link-up, but I got the inspiration from the delightful Danielle of Sometimes Sweet. 

Reading: Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith, which was a birthday gift from my boss. She either knows I enjoy vampire stories, or agrees with the rest of my friends that I sometimes resemble Abraham Lincoln (Only with a beard on, they say! One time, I tried on a beard…). This book started off incredibly strong, until about halfway through when my attention started to dwindle. I’ve been “finishing” this book for two weeks now. I’d still love to get through it before I see the movie.

image via ew.com
"I want a baby dragon!"...
"You have one... (points to jmeoww)." 

Watching: Game of Thrones, Season 2. We just finished watching Season 1 earlier this week and I immediately wanted to jump in to Season 2. I keep asking myself why I didn’t start watching it from the beginning. Just kidding, I know why. My original answer was always, “I don’t like period pieces!” To which my friends would reply, “Um, what does that even mean?” It means it looks historical and old-timey to which I say YAWN. Then I saw a picture of Daenerys with BABY DRAGONS and I was sold. I realize the show doesn’t revolve around baby dragons (dragonlettes?), but they were the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I can’t stop talking about how great this show is.

Working on: Being comfortable knowing that I’m happy. What? Right, I know. I’m not sure if this is yet another one of the pitfalls of depression or conditioning as a result of many years of discontent, but everything right now is so foreign to me. I should be happy; I’m finally with the man that I love and having the time of my life. A couple of weekends ago I was driving home from my parents’ house after a really fun weekend, the finale of which was spent splashing around the pool with my 4-year old nephew, and I caught myself reflecting on how enjoyable that was. I couldn’t remember the last time I even swam in my parents’ pool, let alone jump off the diving board and get my hair wet. Genuine, unadulterated fun made me stop and think. Life is wonderful right now and I AM happy, but I can’t help but feel uncomfortable and awkward about it. But, I’m trying. It's a wonderful thing to get used to. And no, this is not a humblebrag.

Anticipating: A phone call from Human Resources. Good or bad. At this point, I don’t even care!

Laughing about: The time a coworker colored his nose orange to make me think he had been eating too many carrots. This was as a result of learning how flamingos obtain their coloration, to which I compared to humans eating too many carrots. Maybe you had to be there. Probably.