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Mood: Sick ]
As in lovesick. But that’s another story, which none of you are ever gonna get.
Spoilers, as the Esteemed Mr Crowe challenged, is the subject at hand. (Note to self- ask if he’s any relation to that Maximus guy.)
Spoilers.
We’re whacked with ’em every day, especially if we’re respectable genre fans. Wanna know what’s gonna happen on BG next season? I already know, and I never even tried to find out. Same with Atlantis, Heroes and that new NBC time travel show. Well, not that one, because I deleted the e-mail that had the promised spoilers. That I kinda regret doing.
Overall, I’m copacetic with spoilers now. I used to hate the things. Even a hint of what I didn’t know would incite the Red Rage, driving me to send the giver loads of spam. And that stuff doesn’t smell great when it’s sitting around by the truckload for a few days. Especially when the new Doctor Who kicked off. I really wanted to come into that cold, get every jolt for myself.
But I also made the mistake of being in a DW fan site, and there they were, all around me. "The Time Lords are gone!" "The Doctor’s got this horrific accent!" (I disagree with that entirely, for the record. My friend Roger is a North Country guy, and the accent’s cool.) And I steamed. I sulked. I trolled for addresses to send spam. Nothing, and the spoilers continued, late into S1, then for S2 while I was still digesting S1. (Pausing to get my Corporate Fix…) Okay, back. After awhile of innundation (sp?), I began to get used to the idea. Spoilers. They exist. We learn to live with them, or we walk around with dirty socks in our ears. Or we belt anyone that tries to give us one. (That last isn’t advisable. Jail’s not fun. And no, I know nothing about the Inside, man!) Or we can turn off our computers. (Sorry, folks. Please stop screaming.)
So, what have we learned here today? That spoilers are all about us, and we have to learn how to live with them, much as we have to live with the notion that Skiffy’s keeping Paincauser Jane around to punish We the Faithful? That whoever let me have this blog should be taken out behind the barn and fed to starving pigs? That I loathe Paincauser Jane? Yes to One and Three, no to Two. (Only because the guy owes me fifty.) 
Peace in, folks. Trust me- I got it right.
Truth