don't let those precious moments fool you (life, the universe, and hamlet)

At the moment I am reading one of my Christmas presents, Bill Bryson's Short History of Nearly Everything, and am delightedly rediscovering, in engaging laymen's terms, a lot of mind-bendingly wonderful stuff I forgot since first-year astronomy class. (To be fair, I also learned some of it from The Science of Discworld, but I read that before the astronomy class, so the only part that really stuck is how bogglingly vast everything is.) I love reading about the creation of the universe, because it's mostly about how we don't know anything at all, and how the conditions for even the laws of physics as we know them are pretty much impossible but happened anyway, maybe because there are infinite universes and we just happen to live in this one. Whenever I get to the part where the universe has no edges and even when it was tiny beyond all knowing it was still all there was, I start wanting to keyboard with joy. I don't even know why it makes me so happy! I do know that it makes me want to write Doctor Who fic that is less about the technical science than it's about how huge and alien and wonderful the universe is.

Relatedly, I can't stop watching this preview clip from End of Time part 2. It's like that one bit of Frontier in Space, with bonus bondage! I'm starting to suspect that Russel T. Davies is some sort of horrible quantum thing that does everything I've ever wanted and destroys all my hopes and dreams at the same time. DON'T BLINK.

And I watched Tennant's Hamlet. slfddfjdf I -- I can't talk about it very coherently. I was expecting to at least enjoy it, because I am quite easy for David Tennant; what I wasn't expecting was to be riveted. ( Cut for space; the spoilers, by the way, are that everyone gets poisoned and dies. )

A++ WILL ABSOLUTELY WATCH AGAIN.