Very Close to, if not actually in, the CD player:
seen/heard ° listen ° buy
Russell T. Davies, You Are a Maddening Beast
Not enough kitchen sinks! WE NEED MORE KITCHEN SINKS!
I know this overblown mess is careening toward another horrid conclusion where everything's made better by, like, wishing or Fate or a kiss or something similarly retarded. And we're already waist-deep in ridiculous: Did we really just spend one fourth of that episode watching people stare into their laptops? And all this Rose Tyler stuff without actually giving her anything to do, or any reason to be around? (Not that anyone had anything to do. They were all staring into their laptops.) And and and?
But Jesus you know how to get us to tune in next week. Fucker.
(People watching the U.S. schedule, just ignore all this. You'll get excited/frustrated soon enough.)