The Land of Squee

Well, that was an experience.

My yesterday started as perhaps the worst day in the world.  New developments in hall drama, though not directly involving me, were upsetting my friends (Parissss when can I move in with you where it's safe?), my computer got YET ANOTHER blue screen of death (apparently something is bad wrong with my video driver, so I'm just gonna have to suck it up and let the university guys install Windows 7 on my laptop to see what happens), I was about to take an exam for which I was grossly underpreparded (hadn't even been to the class in almost three months), and then... anything else?  Oh yeah, the mothereffing jewellery store FIRED ME.

( Pissiness about that )

Well, I got the call from the jewellery store around noon and my exam was at four.  I cried for a while, took a shower, cried a little more, and then watched the Rifftrax version of New Moon to calm myself down.  Still I was miserable.  So miserable, in fact, that I put on a t-shirt for the first time all semester.  That's right--I was in a t-shirt mood.  And for me, that is NOT GOOD.

So I dragged myself off to my exam (not hideously bad, but I'm really only hoping for a C at this point), then to an extra credit event for my remaining French class (realised that all my former French professors hate me now... because I'm a terrible student, yayy), and then I had a dinner planned with two of my friends as a belated birthday thing.  I was so not in the mood for this, but they'd been planning it with me for several weeks and I knew they were really excited, so I called my hometown friend Stacyfacy, steeled myself, and tried to put on a game face. 

On the way to one of the friends' car, she asked if we could stop by the Battle House (a kind of community house thing for kids involved with the Baptist Campus Ministry or something... like a sorority house for Christian kids, but no one lives there, I guess) to grab some stuff.  I said sure.  I sulked along, and right as I was grumbling about how no one cares about Solal when they could be watching an interview with Flo or Mikele, I looked up and saw this:

 

And, peering from the windows of the Battle House, all the people I love (all of my favourite dorm friends [that is, the ones who have never made me cry myself to sleep], my friends from my home town [including Stacyfacy, to whom I'd just been talking on the phone], my favourite person from the old version of my cinema job, and my mother!).  The whole dinner was a giant setup for a surprise birthday party.

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My mind is still blown.

First things first.

OH MY GOSH I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT ELEVEN. He is adorable and I'm bouncing all over the place in excitement.  My determination to love Eleven is one of the biggest factors in my not actually having a mental breakdown yesterday.

Look at this amazing mofo.


 My family is going to start to worry as I've watched this trailer at least five times already and have plans to continue watching it for the rest of the day.

Now, about what just happened... I don't even know where to start.

( The Doctor is dead. Long live the Doctor! )

How long till the new series?

It is nearly 5 in the morning and I've been finishing my dang afghan.  Yes that's right, I just finished my dang afghan and stashed it under the bed.  The thing is huge!  Like, I think it might could cover a single bed comfortably.  I put tassels on it just for the lulz and they're all right. 

Anyway, to keep my face entertained while my fingers were a-knitting I found myself utterly compelled to watch some Doctor Who.  Because I saw all of series two again with Tara (love my series two) so I figured I'd look back at the high points of series three... not including Blink, because duh Blink is a high point of series three.  We've all seen Blink a million times.  And anyways, I'm here for Ten, whose days are numbered, poor little guy.

So I watched Gridlock (I love Brannigan a lot), Human Nature, and The Family of Blood.  If it wasn't 5am I'd probably watch Utopia and the two Master episodes.  And the whole time I did some thinking.

I'm very emotional about this upcoming regeneration, as you've probably noticed.  I wept all the way through the church service... the littlest things set me off.  Yes, I know I'm talking about a television show, but such is my life.  I've cried more over Doctor Who than anything short of the death of my Granny and that's just a fact of the way my weird little brain works.  It's only Doctor Who that gets me like this, too.  I don't give a crap when stuff goes down on Heroes or Lost or... I don't know... whatever else I watch.  But as soon as the tenth Doctor gets that wibbly lip and those big round sad eyes I find myself whimpering along with him.  And the end of Waters of Mars disturbs the bajeesus out of me.  I am SO invested in this character, and that's all thanks to RTD, the scoundrel.  I'm worried, as I previously mentioned, that the Moff won't keep me as absolutely engaged, but we shall see.

So I've worked out my feelings!  

How I feel about Ten:
For the past year or so, Ten gets all angsty at the end of every episode and starts going,  "Oh, gahhh, my companions all leeeeavve me" and then I roll my eyes and shake my head.  Or then there's all this "Ooh, I would NEVER EVER carry a gun and DAVROS I WILL SAVE YOU!" at which point I roll my eyes and wonder whatever happened to "No second chances.  I'm that sort of a man."  And those two teensy little messages about Christmas from the BBC really irritated me, because you can literally see the point at the beginning of one where Tennant just turns on his Doctor Voice, phones in the lines, and then zonks right back out of it.  The reason I declared my love for the tenth Doctor was his absolute unpredictability.  He always had me gaping and giggling.  But then he just got so preachy I kind of wanted to punch him.  And then cuddle him till he felt better, obviously.  But even at the beginning of Waters of Mars where he says "The Doctor.  Doctor.  Fun."  I wasn't all that impressed as that's just... Ten-ish.  It's cute, yeah, but it's not a surprise.  So yes, David Tennant chose the right time to leave us.
By the way, I bloody adore Ten.  Nine is officially My Doctor, but Ten is the fangirl love of my internet life.  Well, to be fair, I sometimes blur the line between Ten and Tennant, but let it be known that I have written the above paragraph with a heart full of love, as it were.

How I feel about Eleven:
So excited to see someone else in the TARDIS!  I can't wait to see how Matt Smith plays the role, and I do so hope that he becomes madly famous and is one of the most successful Doctors of all time.  I hope I adore him and make dozens of icons about him and feel inspired to change my desktop wallpaper to all sorts of pictures of him.  (Until tonight my background was the cast of Mozart l'Opéra Rock, but now I've gone back to my favourite old Doctor Who wallpaper, which is a gorgeous image of the Doctor and Rose on New Earth with the caption "The Doctor.  In the TARDIS.  With Rose Tyler.  As it should be." Shut up, I'm a hopeless shipper.)

So why am I so upset?
I finally worked this one out today.  I am upset because I don't want Ten to die.  For his sake!  Not for my sake.  I just know with RTD's delightful (and sometimes outlandish) predilection for bombast that our Ten, whom he loves as much as I do (probably more, let's be fair), will go out in a traumatising, beautiful, horrible way.  And it's going to break my heart.  Not because there won't be more episodes with Tennant--trust me, I'll be following Tennant's career with stalkerish enthusiasm--but because Ten is going to die.  When Rose went to Pete's world, I didn't weep for days because I wouldn't see Billie Piper on my screens anymore.  I wept because the Doctor lost Rose and because it was sad.  I wept because of the writing.  I know what RTD can do to my heartstrings.  And I'm scared... well, excited and scared.

And that was a big revelation for me.
*bites nails*
Well, I'm trying to organise a Doctor Who party instead of a New Year's party this year, as BBC America will be apparently marathoning Doctor Who all day on January 2nd.  Also, Kelley and Tara have recently been converted to Whovianism, with Leigh supposedly working in the same direction.  Plus I've got Stacyfacy and, if I'm lucky, Amber.  I think with all those people there AND my Little Ten doll to clutch desperately I'll make it through without going all comatose as the months roll by my window and I whine over the Ten-shaped hole in my heart.

How to explain what just happened? Perhaps it is best we start with the EPIC video clips Anna and I found today.


Even if you completely ignore all my rambling about Mozart l'Opéra Rock, don't speak a word of French, and don't know who Salieri was, you must watch this.

The following clip I *think* is the first time Salieri heard an opera of Mozart's. Like this but with a rock band. He's super-duper jealous because Mozart is awesome without even trying and Salieri bangs his head against his harpsichord all day and comes up with one measure of mediocrity. The skanky dancers seem to symbolise the music itself. Every once in a while the camera pans up and you see Mozart above, lit in green, conducting the opera. At the end Mozart's diva opera chick joins in and makes the song even epic-er than it is on the CD.



THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ABOUT THIS CLIP: right around 2:10 Salieri makes a noise. This noise is the most WTF-y and wonderful noise I have ever heard in my life. It's on the CD and I've been imitating it goofily in the car all summer, but never once did I imagine that a) it would be in the live show and b) it was made by SALIERI HIMSELF. Watch it.

From that noise the ridiculousness began.

( I made the wrong wish at 11:11 )

By the time I stopped laughing at that I had tears in my eyes.


Anyway, under the next cut are more videos of Mozart l'Opéra Rock being live and awesome. Most importantly of all is this new clip of l'Assasymphonie. Because SALIERI MAKES THE NOISE. This noise has never been a part of this song. Even on the CD it is in Le Bien qui fait mal. But I guess that day he just decided it should happen here. Also, he seems to be trying to slit his wrists with a baton. Seriously, tell me if I'm seeing that wrong. I'm pretty sure I'm not.

( I now desperately want to see this live. DESPERATELY. )

While I was typing this Kat entered the room with a very serious face and sat down next to me to say, "If Florent insists on calling himself Flo, which is kind of a girl's name, do you think it he was really Salieri he would call himself Sal?" to which I replied "Well, technically Salieri's name would be Antonio." Her reply was, "Anne, then?" And I said "Well, I guess I'm just glad Mikelangelo doesn't call himself Mik. Or Wolf. Or Moz." She nodded gravely and tiptoed out of the room.

This is my life.

So.  I've been painfully sick since Tuesday.  Monday was fun, though.  Went with moon_dove  to see a certain movie in the theatre with the hopes of being able to mock it but, after about three minutes, were joined by a very intimidating couple who could have killed us with a thought.  We tried and failed to keep it down.  As soon as they left at the end we yelled "FAIL!" through the credits, though.  Then we ate Italian and flirted with a waiter.

And then Tuesday I was supposed to go shopping for clothes and a DVD of Interview with a Vampire, but I suddenly felt awful and decided I'd better stay in bed.  By the end of the night I had a temperature.  I tried to going to work Wednesday but barely made it through conscious and my parents came all the way out (a thiry-minute drive) to take me home because I didn't feel good enough to make the commute back myself.  I thought I was going to pass out on the highway.   I had to get people to cover my shifts Thursday and Friday.

I have had cold chills all over my body, dizziniess, a stuffy nose, weird cloggy ears, a cough, a throat sore from all the coughing which has now begun to swell and bleed, headaches, an occasional burning sensation in my feet, sore muscles, and lots of lots of exhaustion.  I have gone through two boxes of tissues but every time I clear my nose it clogs back up again almost immediately.  And now my lips are chapped from breathing through my mouth.  WHIIIINE.  The PAINNNN.  Still, my fever seems to have broken and now I'm just left with the throat and sinus issues.  Owwww.  And I move back into the dorms Sunday and classes start Monday.  And my mom just now brought me some of that nasty cherry throat spray with an expiration date from 2005.  I became suspicious when I saw it was covered in dust.  lol my parents.

Anyway, because I've been lying in bed with my laptop for four days (passing out every few hours), I've been able to do some catching up.  I saw The Ruby in the Smoke, The Shadow in the North, that one episode of Secret Diary of a Call Girl with Matt Smith, AD/BC (AMAZING!), Living Till The End, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (also amazing), the first two episodes of Scrubs season eight, The Next Doctor (again) (lol Tennant), The New Earth with in-vision commentary (aww Tennant), two episodes of The IT Crowd from s2, the pilot of A Bit of Fry and Laurie, and then I went through my iTunes and tidied up all the file names and stuff.  And I just now got a copy of Repo squeeeeee.  Also I'm almost done reading Interview with a Vampire.  Yayy for French bloodsuckers with capes who sleep in coffins and DON'T SPARKLE!  I want to see Claudia and Renesmee Edwob Charlislie Jasplice Rosemett Mikssica Carlie in a fight.  Because I have no doubts about who would win.  And it would be glorious. 

Ahh my mom just came in with some Vicks VapoRub and, just to be sure I checked for the expiration date: 2003!  Jeez, people!  It's probably going to burn a hole through my chest or something!  Also, lol.


Actually I started this post with the intention of whinging about a certain amount of self-absorbed spamming that's going on at MdN and how it's really starting to irk me, but now that I've whinged about my ILLNESS I'm out of steam.  Maybe that's good.  Don't need to go around making enemies on the netz.

Also, can someone help me here? It is unacceptable for David Flipping Tennant to lose to that sparkly b*tch lovechild of Conan O'Brien and Rick Astley.

ETA: A final whinge.  Tomorrow would have been my day to see the Signature Theatre Les Mis with Emma before she goes to study abroad in Ireland.  Highly doubt I'm up for that.  And no one in a black box theatre would want to hear me snorting into tissues every two minutes.

This is an actual quote.
 
Tara: I feel sick.  I think I'm gonna vomit.  I feel so bad.  I'm gonna die.  I think I need to go to the hospital.  ERIN, STOP SHOWING ME PICTURES OF DAVID TENNANT.  IT'S NOT HELPING.
Loony: HOW IS IT NOT HELPING???


Best non-Tennant picture ever.



OH MY GOSH.  I'M ALSO REALLY ATTRACTED TO FRANZ LISZT.

I guess I'm the only person out there who doesn't really care about Ianto (or Janto) and thinks John Barrowman's funny borders on annoying...

Well, maybe he was in a particularly obnoxious mood when he did Buzzcocks. Just... wow.

Also, Simon Amstell is far more attractive than Barrowman, anyway.

Oh! And I fiddled around with GIMP in my procrastination and made this terrifyingly shoppy cover art for my nano:


( lol shoppiness )

I like that the Tennant one's head is, like, ten times the size of his companion's.  Clearly I should have my GIMP license revoked.  (And, yes, I cast Tennant, Noel Fielding, and Virginie Ledoyen as my main characters.  Why not?  I've been saying I was in love with my characters... now you know why.)

ETA: Okay, I'm gonna talk some more.  I just watched the trailer for Twilight, and the "romance" stuff made my teeth curl inside my head.  In a bad way.  But I have such a weird thing for vampire types (Richmonnnnd I love you) based probably on Montparnasse for some reason.  No, I haven't read Twilight and I never want to.  But anyone who's been around me lately can tell you I have a fascination with capes and top hats and vampiric-ness.  So I might give in and see that movie, but definitely not in theatres.  I wouldn't be caught (un)DEAD watching it in theatres.  And no way will I financially support it.

The thing is, we all saw this coming.  I'm as big a Tennant fangirl as the next, but I like to think I'm sort of reasonable about it, you know?  This is the girl who KNITTED A DOLLY OF HIM OKAY, and after my initial reaction of DDDDD: (and I believe that's a direct quote) I've almost immediately reached "Yup."

Because I love skinny little geeky Tennant a lot.  A lot a lot.  But the Tenth Doctor was starting to get on my last nerve.  It wasn't Tennant himself, either.  It was DAVROS I CAN SAVE YOU (aka the moment I first wanted to strangle Ten) and the entire episode The Doctor's Daughter and, you know.  I mean, we all knew the Doctor would be regenerating sometime, and now that we're moving into Moffland, why not?  I trust my show to stay awesome, because it's not the David Tennant show, you guys.  And David Tennant is EXTREMELY capable of playing other characters.  Stalk his career.  I know I will.

Proof that I've been raising an eyebrow at Ten's saintiness for quite some time.

DAVID TENNANT DID NOT DIE.  HE WILL DO MORE THINGS.  AND THOSE FOUR YEARS OF SHOW STILL EXIST.  IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

Also... there's always the possibility of my super genius idea coming true. 

PS ALSO PLEASE DON'T LET JOHNSON FROM PEEP SHOW BE THE NEXT DOCTOR JUST BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY BEEN IN AN EPISODE AND THAT WOULD BE STRANGE.

Last thing!  For anyone who's worried...
Okay, listen.  The first "regeneration" upset me muchly because it RUINED his giant Rose reunion of lurve.  But I'm okay with this one.

Second, look at the way I reacted to losing Eccles.  See that?  See what I've become now?  Those lovely telly folk will take good care of us, don't worry.  


It's gonna be okay, flist.  It's gonna be okay.