Operation Quit Smoking, Part Five
Oops.
I was out yesterday, after a full month without a cigarette, with my best friend, and I may…have accidentally smoked.
Oops.
I was out yesterday, after a full month without a cigarette, with my best friend, and I may…have accidentally smoked.
(scene opens on Vastra, Jenny, and Strax)
Vastra: We need to find the Doctor! Something terrible has happened in Victorian London once again!
Jenny: But where could he be?!
When have I quit smoking?

We’ve been rewatching all of Doctor Who recently, and it makes me so happy that my vape could pass for a sonic screwdriver.
So, I recently finished up the latest season of Orange is the New Black (yeah, yeah, I know, slow on the uptake). I thought it was pretty good overall, but one subplot in particular seems to have caught the eye of a lot of reviewers and viewers alike is the one revolving around Tiffany Doggett and Charlie Coates.

It’s been just over two weeks since I last had a cigarette, and I’m finding myself turning to other things to keep myself occupied.

This has been my week; coffee and (not) cigarettes.
In a few days time, I will be heading ACROSS the COUNTRY to visit my darling best friend ELLIE for her birthday. In penance for the carnage that shall ensue, I figured it was best to get another recap up before I’m out of commission for the rest of the week in horror and disgust of the things I said and did on that fateful day. To the recap!
Well, another season done with.
Before we get into the discussion of the season as a whole, I suppose we should talk about this week’s episode, The Doctor Falls. The Doctor ends up chased out of a city overrun with cybermen with Nardole, CyBillman, and the two Masters in tow, and winds up fighting to keep a small farming village safe from the oncoming cyber-army. It was, in many ways, an episode of goodbyes – a goodbye not just to characters, but to Moffat’s tenure over the show as a whole (yes, his kiss-off will be the Christmas special in December, but this is the last season of the show he’ll run).
I’ve never been precious about Edgar Wright. I know a lot of people are, and with reason – for many, he was their introduction to the meta-deconstruction, putting together movies (Sean of the Dead, Hot Fuzz) and TV shows (Spaced) that lovingly and mercilessly picked apart pop culture at the seams. I didn’t grow up on him – my meta-analysis came from anime parodies and Charlie Brooker – and came to Edgar Wright and his movies late enough that I’ve never built up a particular soft spot for his work. I like it very much, but he’s not one of my movie makers. But for a lot of people, he is, and given how much I hated his new movie Baby Driver, I can’t even imagine how conned they felt.

It’s been nine days since I had a cigarette, and I’d forgotten how weird it is to give up smoking.

This vape pen cost less than a twenty deck, and I can’t tell you how much that fucks me up.