Procure a hammock.  Do it now.  I don't know how I lived without one until this day.  Furniture which practically requires you to fall asleep, while also offering the thrilling prospect of spilling your tea everywhere at any careless moment?  GENIUS.  Greenlight Hammocks: The Movie at once, you fools! 

((((flist))))  ILU.  Ta muchly, lovely people.  All is... OK.  Which is good enough for me right now.  *snugs you all*

Anyway, until now I've been dealing with The Unsightly Business via the means of Timelash (not good: even Paul Darrow having the time of his life doesn't distract from quite how awful the script is) and recons of The Underwater Menace (because when the going gets tough, the tough WATCH FISHPEOPLE).  But apparently it is Four To Doomsday rewatch night at davison_era, and... well, I can't hate it any more than I do already, right?

I'm trying to remember the rules of the Five drinking game.  If it's just 'drink every time it is excruciatingly terrible, twice if it's Adric's fault', my liver may be in peril.

I hadn't watched any Three in literally a decade, not counting The Five Doctors, and reckoned I was slacking on the Jonlove. So I watched The Two Doctors, and continued to slack on the Jonlove because of all the Patlove that was going on (he so utterly steals the entire thing it's almost embarrassing, except no one could possibly complain what with him being Pat, and thus Brilliant). And lo, I was struck by how lovely Jo was with her knicker-flashing, and I didn't mind that she was a bit useless, because she had really good boots that I did envy very much.

I think my first ever encounter with Jo was on some retrospective, where Katy was talking about how she never had her specs on and thus never had a clue what was going on, and I thought, awww. That'd be me, stumbling around after the Doctor, not having my specs on. And she's all girly and perky and has Mick Ronson hair, and how could anyone not think she was cute as a button?

Only then I watched the dvd extras, and there was Katy Manning at some con and I WANTED TO STAB HER.

And now I'm trying to watch The Green Death, and all I can think is I WANT TO STAB YOU.

I think this is why I don't go to conventions. I'm not very good at the whole fiction/reality divide. She is spoilering it, though! I want to look at the maggots, and get hoity about the accents (Prof Clifford is from some suspicious northwesty place, very dodge), and all I can think of is how much I...wish to do something. With knives.

Also, I am not at all feeling the Jonlove. I'm just not getting it. What is the deal with Three? What am I meant to like? He is smug and sort of unconvincing. *cries at failure to be proper old school*