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My temperamental internet decided to finally work just as I finished the last episode of Life on Mars, in time for me to say oh SamSamSamSamSam. I think you broke me. Into pieces.

It was- wonderful. Of course it was; it's Life on Mars, it's just- I mean, what did I expect? I even knew the ending, so I'm not surprised, it's just- oh Sam. You repressed angstful wonderful batshit-crazy person. I'd have loved that ending - I did love it, wholeheartedly, I just mean I would've been content - if I hadn't seen Ashes to Ashes. I hope that "big plan" the creators mentioned in an interview I read somewhere has your happily ever after planned out in detail. With diagrams. And stick figures.

...*Happy* stick figures.

Wikipedia offers no comfort at all. I hate you Wikipedia.


My slightly related-ish thought, was that I read or heard or somethinged somewhere that "Sam Tyler" was a common name but honestly? The only male Sam I've met in my entire life? Was a dog. A lovely adorable wire-haired fox terrier who even my dog-phobic neat-freak parents almost adopted yes, thus proving that Sams are wonderfully addictive people - and uh, dogs - but I had no Sams in school (we had a girl called Sammy but no guys). I've never worked or spoke to or met any guy called Sam. Neither have my parents. Until a few days ago, I would've sworn that I lived in a Sam free reality.

Except, one of my new colleagues has a son. Called Sam. And today a man called to ask me if I was happy with my car insurance (I was not, as I have none). He introduced himself as- Sam.

Is this that thing, where you only notice something because you've learned or heard or been thinking about it recently? I can't remember the word, so it shall be called Sam Syndrome. Is Sam actually a common name for guys or had it become so common a few decades ago that people stopped called their kids Sam? Making it uncommon. Or had I just not had Sam Syndrome until I started watching Life on Mars last weekend?

There will be databases of name popularity somewhere. The Internets knows all. I should probably go to bed and look for them in the morning.

...Yeah. Technically it is morning.

(Oh and also? Still. In. Pieces. I have to watch this show start to finish again. Right after I finish the therapy.)

eta: Interesting links on the name Sam. An overview of the century shows that neither 'Sam' nor 'Samuel' have hit the top five, but according to that baby names link both are in the top hundred, Samuel inside the top ten for the last six years and Sam hovering around the 50th place mark (also, Tyler is way more popular than Sam. Huh). So why've I never met one (until my sudden onset of Sam Syndrome, obviously). Alright, so I've never met a Joel or a Kai or a Logan either and they're all hovering in the 50-60 mark too but still. It just seems odd, when you think about it.

Which I will do more in the morning. I need sleep so I can be awake to watch Human Traffic and maybe some State of Play if it gets here, when my 'rents are out tonight. I have two more weeks of insufferably dull work to get through and the new obsession isn't going anywhere.

Cooooooollld. Stupid early mornings. Though at least between naps yesterday and sleeping in a room with a clean hamster - I swear the smell was keeping me awake and yes, *my fault* - I actually feel recovered from Sunday. Yay!

And scoobydumblonde has internet again! Yay! *glomps*

And I have the last episode of Life on Mars to look forward to tonight! Yay!

But now I have to go start this new (temporary, I should mention that - for a month, possibly longer) job. Sigh. Joining the working world again is no fun.

I just missed all the pre-Oscar red carpet stuff, which I love, because I was watching more Life on Mars. I'm torn between being annoyed at self and brushing it off because dammit, I've been waiting all day for that episode to download. At least I remembered before the Oscars itself started. (I think my next LoM episode is the Camberwick Green opening. Yay! Yet having seen half of the second series now isn't really dissuading me from wanting to buy the DVDs tomorrow. Mmmmm. Temptation.)

The plan is to watch the first hour of Oscars, then get some sleep because I have to be up early to sign on the dole tomorrow. Considering that I love watching the Oscars, and that I've missed it the last three years because of university + lack of Sky Movies? There's a good chance I'll push it 'just another five minutes' until 5am. Then again, I haven't seen any of the big Oscar movies this year, I don't think. I keep telling myself that next year will be the year I watch everything before the night and every year, it becomes 'next year'. What even are the big movies this year? Juno? The French one, La Vie-something? I miss Lord of the Rings, when I actually had a favourite to cheer for. Maybe I'll just cheer for anything with my favourite people in.

Speaking of which, Johnny Depp was looking mighty fine. As was his ridiculously beautiful girlfriend. *wistful* And me with my hair all flicked out and looking like Betty Rubble because I couldn't be bothered to straighten it. Alas. Still! They may have their glitzy dresses but I have my Eeyore dressing gown, comfy sofa and am off to fetch a cup of tea. Beat that.

(I caught the end of the red carpet pre-show stuff and the interviewer woman totally had no idea who Patrick Dempsey was. She was frantically reading her little card trying to find out his name. It was vaguely hilarious in a "HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO PATRICK DEMPSEY IS?" way. Pfft. Heathen. :))

I'm six episodes into the first series of Life on Mars (I felt like crap yesterday, thank you very damn much for being a girl, so I curled up on the sofa and watched back-to-back episodes all afternoon) and oh my god, WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO WATCH THIS? Why didn't y'all hold me down and *make me watch it*? It's freaking awesome. For some reason I wasn't expecting it to be so much of a 'cop' show - I mean, the episodes are like fifteen percent Sam talking to the little future voices, fifteen percent Gene Hunt kicking in a nonce (occasionally more like twenty percent) and the rest is actual police show stuff, which makes perfect sense and I don't know why it surprised me. I guess I thought it would be the other way 'round, with the police stuff taking a backseat to the little future voices. I like this way better.

Only, I don't have the second series (I'm trying to uh, obtain it free of charge but my internet sucks monkey balls with these things) and I'm staring with growing desperation at play.com and reflecting that I did work my ass off stuffing those envelopes, I deserve a damn present. I'm fairly sure Futurama was my latest 'present' around then but that was for the dentist stuff and totally unrelated. Totally. Plus the second series of LoM is only £18. I said I'd buy BSG series 3 when it was under £20 and I was going to buy Stardust for £13 *anyway*, so...

Jesus. Getting stuck in the 70s would be the best thing that could happen to my bank account - no internet shopping. And no Buffy, Stargate, Farscape, Futurama. International tennis coverage. Though there would be Doctor Who (Sam saying he 'saw Doctor Who and he gave me some pills' cracked me up in light of the last series of 'Who and fics like these which I will rec and memory properly when I've watched it all and can go on a proper fic hunt without fear of spoilers. Genius. That was a hint to rec me lots of good LoM fic. Preferably first series spoilers only but just warn me for anything with second series' and I'll wait the few days it'll take me to get hold of and watch it).

Oh and John Simm? I get it. I do. I loved him in 'Who mainly because he was delightfully crazy and flirted liek whoa with The Tennant but now I get it. The Simm is much with the awesome. What else has he done?

I can't believe you all didn't make me watch this sooner. Honestly flist. Fail. ;-)