It’s been a rough few days, but things are improving. First Anya had pnemonia, was admitted to the hospital, then came home on Christmas Eve. Christmas day, Rachel couldn’t breathe, so it was off to the hospital again. No admission, thankfully, but she got her own regimen of antibiotics and nebulizer steam. Things were rough for awhile, but my mom came down and helped make everything better. Thanks mom!

Still no XBOX 360, but that’s okay. Tons of DVD’s — Serenity, Battlestar Galactica 2.0, Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, I (Heart) Huckabees. Gift cards, clothes, a skillet for cooking.

And the Doctor Who Christmas Special, “The Christmas Invasion” came on in the UK, and of course, I found a way to see it. All I can say is that it’s brilliant, even better than the first season of the revived Doctor Who. The new Doctor, played by David Tennant takes things to the next level of all out Timelord greatness. Christopher Eccleston was also great last year, but Tennant LOVES Doctor Who, being a fan, himself. He plays him with more gusto, love, and balls out awesomeness than even Tom Baker. This guy IS the Doctor. Let’s hope he sticks around for a few seasons.

I have to say, the mix of camp and drama is much better than last year. When the U.N.I.T. scientists translate the alien invaders with their fancy alien-translator computer, I couldn’t help but crack up from this line:

Paraphrasing:

“Sycorax rock.”

“Sycorax rock? Is there something wrong with the translator?”

“No, it’s using the modern expression. As in — ‘the Sycorax rock!’”

There was just something wonderful and hilarious about an alien specious of planet-conquering barbarians declaring that they rock. It’s something one would have expected the Klingons to do, had they been written by cooler people.

Oh yes, The Doctor is back. He made my Christmas.

Cheers!