I know your heart is true

So this summer I am learning ALL THE FRENCH. This whole picking up totally new languages at the graduate level lark is pretty fun - at first I meant that to be sarcasm, but then I thought about it for a minute and realized that it actually is. I'm just snarly because I have an exam tomorrow, and it's the first one of the course so I'm paranoid. But I really do like languages, translation in particular. It's fun watching the words transform from meaninglessness into something comprehensible. At prisint we're translating bits from a dumbed-down Count of Monte Cristo, so that's v. fun and melodramatic. Our hero has just exhausted the resources represented by humanity, and turned his face toward god.

AND! Quantum Leap, we've been watching it. Adorable stupid occasionally-misguided sometimes-just-faily 90s liberalism! With a heart of gold, and frequent objectification of Dr. Sam Beckett, who has a really cute butt. I failed to notice, when I first watched this show as a teenager, just how cute his butt actually is. I did not, safe to say, fail to notice the truly MASSIVE AMOUNTS of gender & sexuality play. Relatively satisfying gender & sexuality play, at that! I cannot think of the last time I saw such happy, shame-free transvestism in broadcast media - and I can't name even one case of canon (semi)mpreg that was even half as enthusiastic.

... sometimes I miss the 90s. Or - well, I wasn't really old enough for the 90s. It might be more accurate to say that I sometimes wish I'd been almost-twenty-five in the 90s, instead of being a backwoods brat with no tv.

eta: apparently I'm being spammed - bot!comments springing up all over - so I've disabled anon commenting for a while.