I'm always excited about new music purchases, but especially this one, because I've been debating about buying it for months—and then finally remembered I have a gift card.  And it is now sitting in my iTunes, and I'm awfully happy.

A Good Man Goes To War

Too much Doctor Who is Time Lord.
Steven Moffat is bloody crazy, and it's amazing.

Also, Matt Smith as the Doctor contains an awful lot of epic win.

(Saw the first two episodes of Season 5, at long last.  Made me slightly less disconsolate about the end of David Tennant's tenure, which contained a possibly nonpareil amount of utter awesome.)

I apologize in advance for the inarticulate tweenyness of my fangirlness in this post.

So, I just watched the most miserably, helplessly tragically sad, infuriatingly vague and mysterious Doctor Who episode ever.  I teared up and was just about crying through the whole last half.  And even though IT WAS THE ONE SINGLE EPISODE WHERE NODOBY DIED—even the imaginary people who never existed—it was definitely the saddest episode out of the forty-five or so I have seen to date.  And now I feel all wound up and pensive and am not going to bed.
I FREAKING LOVE THIS TV SHOW.

Because, today, it made me cry.  Any fictional creation that makes me cry when it's not three in the morning has done a good job.  (Geez, David Tennant almost cried; that might have almost done me in even if it hadn't been a really sad episode.)

And, I figured out something before the Doctor did.  He was trying to figure out this bit of alien logic like always, and I was like "Oh, oh, oh, it's_____!!" and then four seconds later he did that thing where his eyes get really big an he says in that quiet 'lightbulb" voice, "It's the_____..." and then freaks out.  And I was like "OHMYGOSH I WAS RIGHT I feel so TimeLordgenius right now!" (I actually said this out loud and my mother laughed at me.) That kind of totally made my entire night. 
(Well, it made it until the episode got really sad and maddeningly mysterious...but also mysterious in a potentially-conceivably-nice way.  I love having all the answers and backstories and obscure details {probably the source of my Tolkienmania}, but just this once, I know enough to let it go.  After all, I've got my own imagination, right?)

(Though, referring back to the second paragraph, the episode prior to this one involved a giant wasp who murdered people with a lead pipe.  That was decidedly lacking in awesomeness.  That was just absurd.  And really gross.  So...most of the time I love this TV show.)