My only comfort is that I don't like Battlestar Galactica

There's this thing I do. When I first find something I like, say a book series or a TV show, unlike a normal person who will read a bit before bed or catch a few episodes, I have to absolutely inhale whatever it is until I have absolutely exhausted my resources regarding it. It is in this manner that I first watched Doctor Who, Doctors Five through Eight (plus two versions of An Unearthly Child and a smattering of other serials) on YouTube (back when they were still there) in their entirety, in about a week. I still inhale Doctor Who whenever I get my hands on something new. The Who-universe (Whoniverse, if you will) is so huge that I can't ever truly know every inch of it.

It is in this same vein that I have managed to watch five and a half seasons of Red Dwarf in the past three days. Because of this, I now know exactly what vindaloo curry is, found out just how broad the range of novelty condoms really is, and have a strange desire to paste a metallic letter H to my forehead. I'm sure it'll pass.

In the meantime, I've started working on a season 18 Doctor Who scarf!

Dear God, I should probably go outside or something.