those would have been terrible last words

I'm in a hotel in Pennsylvania for a few days, being distracted from getting work done by Christmas shopping and wifi (and, to my credit, going for walks in really cold weather). Yesterday, I watched "The Day of the Doctor," which was fun (I guess I will watch at least the Christmas special to see where they're going with this and how Peter Capaldi makes his debut), and then, because it made me miss Nine dreadfully, followed that up with "The Empty Child" and "The Doctor Dances," which are still absolutely and completely my favorites (the days when I could trust both Davies and Moffat!) and make me shiver and smile and all those good things.

"Everybody lives!" An underused mantra. Though one wouldn't want to be predictable and use it all the time, I guess.

And speaking of which, Person of Interest. Which I may be able to watch live tomorrow after all, depending on traffic and weather, both of which look to be awful. Ice pellets, they say. Followed by snow, changing to rain as we get further north. Driving through New Jersey and Connecticut two days before Thanksgiving. Oh hurray. Anyway, not to conjure fate by summoning metaphors about crashes and wrecks… I may be too tired to stay up to 11, and I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to trust them on following up last week's episode.

( shipping, fridging, and Watsonian and Doylist rationales )