"THAT's the Internet?" "It's bigger than it looks."

Okay, kids. Bear with me while getting off my damn lawn.

My Flist and Live Feed are all abomb with something Whoish (funny, you don't look- oh, nevermind) that seemingly happened last night.

WANT.

BBC America itself too busy with its marathons of How Clean Is Your House and Antiques Roadshow, whilst its website promises something called The Waters of Mars on December Freakin 19th.

Just as well, since I haven't got the channel now anyway, but I will when Dexter ends and I dump SHO.

Meanwhile, the Real Beeb has a lovely looking episode player for what clearly aired last night, but all it says, in that eminently British way, is:

Our servers are too busy. Please try again later.

Which could mean most of the known universe is trying to watch once they woke up to spoilers on their blogrolls, or simply that Her Majesty still doesn't like us for revolting and such. (Yes, we were revolting for those eight years just then, but I thought we fixed that.)

So please. Explain, to a guy who doesn't know a torrent from a Tardis: how do I get this stuff?

Really. Otherwise, I'm reduced to watching shite like this (thanks sooo much, Terri):

Watch on YouTube

(And before you ask, or rather after you curl up in horror and THEN ask? The guy's real. )

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Off to fix a cat.

Youse get what you spay for....

Vet called a few minutes ago: Zoey is fine. Eleanor picks her up at 11 tomorrow. A little lighter, perhaps, but she should be back to her usual insane self in no time.

Funny, the things we both remember. Eleanor was really worried, since the last time we brought a cat in for anything other than a routine appointment, it was Biggsy's surgery appointment which wound up called off on account of his suddenly-spread cancer. Later that day, he was in the Wisteria Room and we were putting him down.

This time, I wasn't worried so much for now, but was rather remembering how, until Esmeralda (our first kitty) was fixed 20 years ago, she never had a problem going to the vet; after that, though, she was always a clawing, scraping wildwoman there, almost always requiring the services of "Big Glove Kim" even for routine vaccinations.

Right. Mail, finishing up some stuff from the weekend, and maybe even the inside of a gym.