So, today, it was announced that Hill’s Prescription Diet m/d Feline dry food is being recalled because it’s tainted with rat poison or whatever crap was affecting the Menu Foods products that have been in the news. And Penelope’s food is Hill’s Prescription Diet t/d Feline. Which means that this news is about six inches to the left of my worst fucking nightmare. And while they haven’t announced a recall of the t/d variety, I can’t help but notice that it took them a week or so to figure out the m/d variety was tainted. Not wishing to wait around for them to discover that they make the food at the same place (presumably) I’m taking Penelope to the vet tomorrow.
But that’s tomorrow. Tonight, I watched the season premiere of Doctor Who, introducing his new companion, Martha Jones. Has it really only been two years since I sat down in front of the TV to watch Rose for the very first time? I remember being absolutely spellbound. It wasn’t just the flashy new opening title sequence (although seeing the TARDIS flying through the space-time vortex as never before was pretty exciting). No, when the show opened with that flashy, fast-paced montage of Rose in London, accompanied by the almost surf-rock sound of Murray Gold’s music, the whole thing looking nothing like Doctor Who had ever looked before, it was apparent that this childhood favorite that I knew like the back of my hand was a whole new, fresh, exciting, different thing. Something I wouldn’t just be watching as a piece of nostalgia.
And then the Doctor showed up. And it was so immediately apparent that he was the Doctor from my childhood, but also fresh, new, and different. And that was it. I was ten years old again.
So now it’s a new Doctor and a new companion. And it’s still a fantastic show.