It's a rainy, dreary Monday, and I think the panic is setting in a bit, so I'm feeling particularly unmotivated. What I want to do is curl up on my bed and re-watch Doctor Who or something else British, even though I feel I should be compensating for my lack of job by becoming a fabulous house-frau.
I can't decide if my ability to watch British shows is a good thing for me. Well, obviously it is, but I think a large part of my Anglophileness stems from a intense dislike of who I am, and a desire to be someone else somewhere else. I mean, I've always loved England, I can't remember when I didn't, and I know some of it has to do with the fact it was my Grandfather's favorite place, but I also know it was an escape for me. Well, in high school it was part escape, part a way of making myself 'special' Ultimately though it was about not being me.
Right now my state of mind is such that I feel I am once again obsessing a bit more than I should be about All Things British, and the fact that the interweb makes this easy for me may not be healthy in the long run. I mean, you know you're in trouble when watching a show you find yourself rather wishing they left the ads in, just so you could feel more like You Are There.
At the same time, it really, really brings me comfort. Yesterday Charlie and I watched the first episode of The Sarah Jane Adventures.* I was so glad I was able to see it. (It's quite good, by the way. The 'monsters' are scary without being frightening, and the storyline is fun.) And I watched The Friday Night Project because David Tennant was on it, and it was brilliant, and I want to see other episodes of it.
I am also finding myself using 'Brit-speak' way more than I ought to. I said 'torch' instead of 'flashlight' the other day, much to the annoyance of my husband.
It is rubbing off on Charlie. He was told in school not to say 'fricking' because, it's a substutute for a bad word. I guess I can see the point, but I thought it was a bit silly, so I told Charlie to say 'sodding' instead.
Now he uses it all the time. 'Where's the soddin' ball?' "That soddin' thing is making me frustrated!' and so forth. I should really put a stop to it, but it makes me laugh. The best part was when he said, 'Bugger blast and balls.'
Careful the things you say, children will listen.
Right. I don't know. There's really no point to this post other than I felt like telling someone my state of mind, and who better than you lot?
*Charlie: Who's that?
Me: That's an Alien.
Charlie: Does it have a nose?