OH. MY. GOD.
I mean seriously, I admit I've got deep, abiding childhood conditioning working for me here, but I spent the whole thing hiding behind a stack of pillows because
DALEKS, I KNOW IT'S ALWAYS DALEKS, EVERYBODY KNOWS IT'S ALWAYS DALEKS, ultimately, and that should get old but it DOESN'T because IT WAS DALEKS, and it was THAT ONE, OMGWTF.
And OH MY GOD, Sarah Jane and Luke and Martha and JACK AND GWEN AND IANTO AND ROSE ROSE ROSE AND HOW COOL WAS DONNA, AND THE SHADOW PROCLAMATION AND THAT WAS THE MOST COMPLICATED CROSSOVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE AND I'M GOING TO STOP WRITING IN ALLCAPS NOW.
Okay. See, this. This right here. This is twenty-five years of conditioning, job well done, and Daleks should not be scary, but they SO TOTALLY ARE.
I fall for it every time, and that is either brainwashing or good writing, more likely the former but I guess it doesn't really matter in this context. FIX IT FIX IT.
Also, we are going to Playland tomorrow. It is disgustingly hot and it's supposed to be even MORE disgusting tomorrow (36 degrees, WTF), but at least at Playland there is greater-proximity-to-the-ocean and the log ride and things that go very fast. Also maelie hasn't been, yet, we are providing a public service.
Seriously, I know I complain all through Winter and out the other side, but can we have January back, please? *fans self* IT IS LIKE TORONTO IN HERE.