I want to lock myself in a soundproof box and SCREAM REALLY LOUD.

THIS KIND OF SCREAMING THOUGH.


Kelley and I are planning this epic trip at the end of my semester.  I awkwardly asked if she maybe wanted to perhaps possibly go down to Toulouse and see MOR that weekend and she was like UM YES I DO and then I started bashing random capslock phrases of glee out on my laptop.  And then after my LAST EVER weekend stalking the Mozartour (I actually teared up as I was looking at ticket prices) we're going to go to London to see that David Tennant/Catherine Tate Much Ado.  And then Kelley said "So do you want to see Les Mis in London?"
WHY YES I DO.

It will be the best week of my fangirl life.  Leaving the MOR cast behind will break my heart wide open, but we're going to stuff my two other fandoms right into the cracks to try to stem the blood flow.

I DON'T WANT MY MOR TIMES TO BE OVER.  I mean, they aren't yet.  BUT SOMEDAY THEY WILL BE.  And that someday will be May 30th.  Oh my God on high.

DAVID TENNANT CATHERINE TATE LES MIS IN LONDON

That should help.


Obviously this is all just in the planning stages right now.

Does anyone have any London advice for two people who will be going there for the first and probably only time?  Or... Toulouse advice?  Haha.
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.


I think these ten basically sum it up. )


And I will def explain any of them that you don't understand... because that's how I roll.
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.

Read more... )

My mind is still blown.
I'm in such a good place (geographically and emotionally) that I basically never feel the need to complain about life to you guys.  And when something fandom-y happens I have a flesh and blood person to talk to, because three of my friends watch Doctor Who and one watches the Mighty Boosh and all those other quiz show type things... plus one of my rl friends knows musicals.  The only thing I can't squee over with my hallmates is Les Mis, but for that I have Abaissé.  So yeah, I don't have any need to angst about anything.  And when I'm happy I don't have that much to say on livejournal.

Okay... so here's a picture I drew of Captain Jack Harkness.




Well, I found these clips on youtube yesterday and they made me happy.

Docteur... je vous aime... )


And I had a dream that I met David Tennant and we were holding hands.  And then Kelley texted me from the next room and told me to ask him to get us tickets to see the series finale of Secret Diary of a Call Girl (which is a live show in my dream, I guess) so David Tennant started haggling with Billie Piper over whether there were any tickets left.  Then I decided to go to bed.  David Tennant joined me (in a decidedly cute but non-sexy way) and used my snuggie as a blanket.  Then he grinned at me all guiltily and said, "I think I peed the bed."  And it was true.  So I got up and started pulling the sheets of the bed to wash them, but David Tennant started complaining because he just wanted to go to sleep.  I said "You cannot sleep in your own filth, David Tennant!" but he said that it was three in the morning and it was time for bed.  I snapped, "You can travel in time!" and then my Dalek alarm clock woke me up.

I wanted to share that dream because it's hilarious and horrifying.  And because I now have a mental image of David Tennant, wrapped up in a Snuggie, grinning and saying "I think I peed the bed." My life has changed.

Also, just to clarify to the world.  When it comes to Doctor Who, series two is my favourite series.  But Nine is my favourite Doctor.  But Tennant is my favourite person.  I have so much love to distribute evenly to everyone but River Song.


Whoops, I was going to end the post there but now I'm still talking.

Being Human is getting more and more upsetting but also more and more addictive.  I'm glad Mitchell is being a normal vampire, but I'm also distressed that he's doing it out of anger and not for the lulz.  But thank GOODNESS he knows about the Purple-Face Beeyotch now.  Maybe he can hurry up and save Allons-y George and stat.  Also, the end of the last episode had that Miserere Mei that plays in the Les Mis video game when you go up to heaven to ask for Victor Hugo's help.  I know because I (shockingly) need a lot of help when I play that game.  And because my game used to freeze there a lot.  Still, it's a gorgeous song and I love it now.

By the way, for those of you who aren't Kelley, I'm calling Lucy a Purple-Face Beeyotch because she's also the actress from Shadow in the North whose obnoxiousness was responsible for a death that made Billie Piper sad.  And because she literally had a purple face in that movie.  And because whenever she's in a show she ruins everything.  She made Billie Piper sad and she made Mitchell evil and soon she's going to make George dead.  I can't even deal with the Purple-Face Beeyotch all up in my sexy vampire.


Also, we had a costume party this past weekend which was ridiculously fun.  I dressed up as Fantine.  Unfortunately, all of the pictures are unflattering and in going through them I was launched into a depression that lasted almost twelve hours, but I'm okay now.

Here is the picture that shows off the costume really well but also makes me look like a lardo.

But the pearls were in her mouth...? )

I guarantee that my chin isn't usually that... well, that.  I was doing my consumption cough into my bloodstained handkerchief.

Oh, and for the record, I made the cap and the stays I'm wearing here.  I'm proud of that.  The skirt is left over from high school, the shirt came from eBay, and the boa came from Hobby Lobby.  The handkerchief was from Hobby Lobby as well, and I smeared red food colouring all over it.


Okay, I think I'm done posting to livejournal now.

One-point-five months till Doctor Who comes back!
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?
lesmisloony: (wtf Ten)
Still sorting through my feelings... I woke up today and just burst into tears. Screw you, Russell T Davies, and your evil ability to manipulate my happiness.

Spoilerific and confused. )

 I await January 1st with terror and... well, dissatisfaction.  

Also, this:

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.
lesmisloony: (wtf Ten)
Well, I've managed to keep the Great Afghan hidden from my parents all day, but if tomorrow's a snow day they'll both be home and I won't get a chance to work on it unless I hole myself up in my room.

I'm only posting right now because I'm procrastinating from finishing my take-home exam for that awful film class (and I literally did take the exam home, by the way).

My new cord came in for my laptop. Why have I shorted out two cords since freshman year? The second one only lasted about six months. What am I doing wrong here?

It may snow tomorrow, which is good, but there are holes all in my rubber boots so I'll certainly have wet feet. Sad.

My brain has been very Doctor Who this week. Probably from marathoning series two with Tara. I miss Rose. The show was much cuter and very, very different when she was around. I still adore the show, obviously, but I was just in love with it then.

I've managed to completely avoid all spoilers for The End of Time except that one picture of Ten in that funny hat and a few clips with the sound turned off that played under an interview he did. I survived all the squee of watching him on Never Mind the Buzzcocks (poor Catherine Tate) but the regeneration is still worrying me. Not as much as RTD leaving worries me, though. I mean, he's done his stupid things, but he also made me weep for three days simply because two characters would never see each other again. Tara had a similar reaction. No matter what anybody says about Rusty, he definitely knows what he's doing. I adore him, evil overlord that he is, and always will. The Moff has done some good episodes, of course (Blink and The Empty Child are some of the best that have come out of this show so far) but then there's always Silence in the Library, which was a giant ball of wibbly fail. The Moff has no regard for the over-arching stories, have you noticed? Girl In The Fireplace, for example (which I like to refer to as GITFace thanks to the tags at ihasatardis) completely ruined the snippy jealousy that had been going on between Mickey and Rose while undermining (and I know there are those who like this aspect, but they can stfu) the Doctor and Rose's growing relationship. Like it or not, this show started off as the story of a girl whose life was changed by a man in a blue box, and it wasn't until The Runaway Bride that the Doctor was the real main character. Even that Absorbaloff moron knew that it was all about the chavvy blonde. But Moffat just ignored that. And wasn't there some frustration between him and Rusty regarding having angels as the bad guys? You know, between Blink and Voyage of the Danged? I don't know, I just don't trust Moffatt for the long run. But we'll see. Nothing I can do.

I really hope Matt Smith is wonderful. Heck, I hope that in about six months' time you'll see posts from me about how much I adore the man. I hope he gets an even bigger fanbase than Tennant and I hope the show gets even better and runs for a million years. And I hope that someday there's a companion who is not a female from the early 21st century.

How awesome would it be to have someone from the eighteenth century as a companion? Or someone like Chantho? Or a guy? Or more than one person? Two people who then fall in love with each other and not the Doctor but are from different times or planets and are convinced that it will never work?

I should do my homework.
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 saw Dangerous Liaisons for the first time (we read the book in class) and it was epic. But the opening scene, seeing Glenn Close and John Malkovich put on all their awesome 18th century layers... I was, like, squeaking and going "SHIFT! STAYS! PANNIERS OMG PANNIERS! PETTI-FRIKKIN-COATS!" and, you know. I was having some sort of nerdgasm.


This is porn for me.
We were discussing this. Carolyn was like, "But it wouldn't be a striptease if you were putting more clothes back on..." and I was like "Actually, I'd rather see someone putting on layers of 18th century type stuff than anyone taking their clothes off for any reason (and yes, that pretty much extends to Tennant. I have a phobia of... well, you know if you know. Dingles.)"

And since my Grandmom and I are going to make me a robe à la française this summer (which means I am going to learn to sew.  Which means cosplaying is going to be an even bigger part of my already sad little life) I've had all this stuff on the brain.  I was going to make my robe this really nice dark blue, but then I found out that wasn't period appropriate (I'd kind of figured as much, to be honest) so now I'm going back to the taffeta drawing board.  


Also, I love this girl:

Also, I still haven't totally decided which patterns to go with.  I reckon I'll stick with J.P. Ryan, but that means separate patterns for the pocket hoops, the robe, the stays, and the shift/pockets.  Also, with her patterns you have to, like, send her mail.  With actual paper and stamps and stuff.  I guess if you're making a ballgown in the first place you shouldn't be too freaked out about writing a letter instead of using paypal... Anyway, all those patterns come out to about $55, but I really want to use patterns I trust and hers seem to be the best.  Oh, dang, that's the patterns before the shift and the pockets... well, I found this really neat website that has some basic pattern-y type things that my Grandmom will probably understand just fine.  I guess I don't technically need pockets since I've got pocket hoops, but I like them.  How hard can they be?  I mean, dang, I bet *I* could figure them out just by looking at a picture.  I'm also a little cranky at making strapless stays instead of the  more common ones (I LOVE the way the normal stays look) but practically strapless are probably my best best.  I mean, considering that I'm fail at sewing anyway, you know, how else can I make sure I won't mess them up and have the stays showing out the edges of my robe?  So strapless it is.  Sigh.  But at least this pattern is fully-boned.  I'm all about fully-boned stays.

This is the internet equivalent of me thinking out loud, by the way.

Oh, also, I bought a parasol off eBay.  Since apparently I have become a Sim vampire and going out into the sun really does make all my motives go down.

Okay, anyway, here's a piece of epic from Catherine.  I wanted to put it here because it makes me smile.  And because it's my birthday and I can do what I want.  So, the really awkward face with the specs is one of the many pictures of me making a strange face that can be found on facebook... I think it's from, like, years ago... I don't ever even wear my glasses anymore... But you should recognise the other face.



Made my day.

DANG.  What am I going to do about shoes?? I want good ones but I'm sure they're well expensive.  Wonder if I could make them... haha, sure...
So.  I've been painfully sick since Tuesday.  Monday was fun, though.  Went with [profile] 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.

Dreams!

Dec. 29th, 2008 12:49 pm
Okay, so my sleeping schedule has been weird lately.  I only got about four hours of sleep the night before Christmas, the night of Christmas, and then the night after that.  So Saturday I went to bed at 2am (early for me, as my hallmates can attest) and got up at 11:30am.  Then, after work, I fell asleep again around 7pm and woke up at midnight.  I wander around the house for a while, read a particular book to which I don't wish to admit reading quite yet, and went back to sleep at 6am.   Woke up at noon.  Am still tired.

BUT, due to the weird schedule, I had some interesting dreams about David Tennant and (*eyeroll*) that book.  The first one was sort of Christmas Invasion-y.  I saw two of those evil Santas in a car and grabbed them and took them someplace and tied them down so they wouldn't hurt me.  But then they turned out to be old ladies?  Or maybe old men.  It went back and forth.  And the one that was tied to a table wanted his shoes to be painted white.  And I tried to do that for him, cos he was dying of old age, but they kept turning clear and that made him sad.  And then he was getting younger or something, which confused me, but it turned out the old stuff was makeup and it was actually David Tennant playing a role.  And I kissed him, which is something I wouldn't mind dreaming about more often, and then I let him up and we went to this house in the woods.  Or maybe it was a bar.  There were a ton of junked cars parked out front.  And when I got there my friend Stacyfacy was being held prisoner by her own family and wasn't even allowed to use this nice headboard I'd bought her, which had clouds on it.  So David Tennant, who had become a vampire at some point, but a nice vampire (*sigh*) and I decided to rescue her.  And then her family left, like in Matilda, and left her behind, so vampire!Tennant and I decided she was part of our family.  Then we drove one of the many used cars from the front lot through the woods to my parents' house, but the car got stuck in a creek, so we went back and rode an elephant instead.  Because apparently Arthur (the Bradley James version) was at my parents' house, playing in a sandbox, and we wanted him to join us too.  Except my dad wouldn't let him, which made us sad.  I think that's the whole thing in a nutshell...

Lulz.

Dec. 5th, 2008 02:09 am
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.
First, the part where I freak out.
AHHHHH HAVILAND STILLWELL THE GREATEST FACTORY GIRL EVER SENT ME A FRIEND REQUEST ON FACEBOOK AND SHE'S ALSO FRIENDS WITH LEA SALONGA AND SETH RUDETSKY AND ANN HARADA AND MIKE EVARISTE AND AARON LAZAR AND ADAM JACOBS AND LEAH HOROWITZ AND MINARIK AND ANTHONY CRIVELLO AND ALI EWOLDT AND AND HARVEY FIERSTEIN AND DREW SARICH AND MAX VON ESSEN AND CELIA KEENAN-BOLGER AND AND AND OTHER LES MIS-ISH PEOPLE. I FREAKED OUT A LOT AND I'M SORRY [livejournal.com profile] needsmorereverb WITH WHOM I WAS ON THE PHONE AT THE TIME. I KNOW THAT BEING HAVILAND'S FRIEND ON FACEBOOK DOES NOT MEAN I AM NOW BFF WITH THE ENTIRE CAST OF THE REVIVAL BUT LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT. SHE HAS A PHOTO OF ANDREA MCARDLE HELPING HER PUT ON SUNSCREEN OKAY. AHHH. AHHHHHHH.


*breathes*


Second, I love David Tennant so darn much. Seriously. Everything he does further endears him to me. Try and find something he's done that's not adorable. TRY. I DARE YOU.

LOOK.



EVEN HIS BODY DOUBLE IS PRECIOUS.


Third, another Richmulian thing. It goes with the last one, but it's alt!Richmulian. Meaning Richmulian from the other reality. Meaning not *quite* the same... Same POV, actually, but that was THE POINT. Ooh.






alt!Richmond loves it, the slag! )

ETA AGAIN:

Woohoo.

Nov. 27th, 2008 12:26 am
lesmisloony: (amazing Richmond)

Hi there. I'm a writing fool. Look. Look. Look at my word count. I feel awesome.  I wrote about three thousand words today.  THREEE THOUSANNND.


Man, I wish I was a good writer, though.  This story deserves to be told by someone who can actually write.
 



 
46135 / 50000 words. 92% done!


ETA: Adorable-est picture of Tennant ever?  
Wrote today. Wrote and wrote. Also watched Heroes and applauded the return of sexy!Mohinder. GTFO lizard skin.

GEEZ. Last season we were all panting for Mohinder to lose the shirt! This season he was unexpectedly naked (albeit covered in craft store cocoon web)!  Also, if Claire (or Peter) were to die I would do the happiest happy dance ever. But I know this will never happen. Only the awesome characters stay dead/invisible on Heroes. DL? Claude? I'm talking about you. And Adam, so far.

Aughhh the NaNo site is down whyyyyy I cannot show off how much awesome work I got done today.

Anyway, here.

 

41079 / 50000 words. 82% done!
 

Brown like the feathers of a soon-to-be-eaten turkey. As for me, I'll take a piggy any day.  Om nom nom ham.


 

[livejournal.com profile] suchcuriousity drew me the cutest picture ever of small boy!Richmond and small boy!Julian in a bubble bath playing with a rubber ducky. And then I spoke to someone who called gaydom "being liberal."  Hmm...

I didn't know I had so many thoughts... )

In a related note, I watched Einstein & Eddington today. I didn't expect to really like it too much, but I actually cried my eyes out over Tennant's Eddington's love story and the soldier and all that. Oh Tennant. It ripped at the scars I still have from Doomsday. Similar level of pain. But what a delightful little film it was!

So I guess

Nov. 8th, 2008 01:21 pm
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.
I decided to make up for yesterday's Obama distraction (PRESIDENT OBAMA SQUEE) by writing well over two thousand words today. The boys took Sophie out for dinner in New York (in the eighties) where Ju proceeded to dump ranch dressing on everything. I was describing Julian to my roommate, and I was like "He's really dorky. And he's IN LOVE ranch dressing... and with a guy who wears a cape and has long pretty hair and more than slightly resembles Noel Fielding." And my roommate was like, "Um, this is clearly about you." Dude, they're all kind of me, aren't they? Isn't that the point of writing? But when I'm hyper, yeah, I do act exactly like Julian. I mean... he acts exactly like me. Whatever.


 
8128 / 50000 words. 16% done!

Also, speaking of my roommate, she saw this picture at [livejournal.com profile] dt_pic_daily just now and fell in love.  SCORE.  We then spent half an hour going through all the other pictures while she squeed about how cute he was.  WIN.  Except all the pictures she likes most are my least favourites and vice versa.  Whatevs.  And then she literally fell asleep in less than ten seconds while I was talking to her.  Which is hurtful/adorable.

And, of course, today was my granny's funeral.  I was all cheery and OBAMERIFFIC up until the moment we walked in and the casket was there, and then it all kinda hit me and I spent the duration of the funeral alternating between crying and laughing at my brother's antics.  The sermon-y part was wonderful because it was clear that the woman doing the service was pretty familiar with her, but the man who did the rest of the service is the evil evil pastor who swore at my dad six years ago and chased him out of the church he grew up in.  I mean, I'm not complaining because it got us out of that dead-end soulless Lutheran church and into a rockin', fantastic contemporary church, but every time we have to go back to the Lutheran church it's weird.  Anyway, Douchebag Pastor was presiding as well.  And I spent the whole service wiping my nose on my hand cos I didn't realise that the crying just DOESN'T STOP in the presence of the coffin thus forgot to bring tissues, so after the service when Douchebag Pastor went around shaking everyone's hands I whispered to my brother that he better not touch me cos my hand was all gross, but he did anyway, so as soon as he walked away my brother and I both went "Ha ha!" at the same time.  It was glorious.  Douchebag Pastor also messed up the creed (inspiring my brother to hiss "NO!" in the middle of it, which also cracked me up) and one of the page numbers on the list of hymns on the wall from Sunday's service was 666.  I kid you not.  But afterwards we all went and ate covered dish dinner.  Which means I ended up with a plate of one piece of ham and three kinds of macaroni.  I don't really ever want to eat green beans again because no one will ever make them the way my granny did.  Granny green beans.

Anyway, I found myself really clinging to my mom's mom, my grandmom, which made me wonder if I just have some sort of grandmother-latching mechanism.  If so, Grandmom better get used to me hugging her and linking arms with her while we walk, because she's the next oldest.  And the next most accessible.  Even if she is a little annoying and nowhere near as wonderful as my granny was.

I also wanna say thanks so much for your support, guys.  This *should* be the last post about my granny, since most of the mess is behind us now, but it's been so weird.  She's always been a constant thing in my life, and all of the sudden, with absolutely no warning, she was dying.  I'm still afraid of the idea of Christmas without her, or a Thanksgiving where no one protests "Oh, honey, that's too much!" every time someone offers her food.  The only other family members whose loss could have possibly hurt me this much are my parents.  Thanks so much for being so kind and for putting up with my endless rambling about her in your flists.  ...and now I'm tearing up again.  I'm also really upset that my hypothetical future children didn't get to meet her, or that she couldn't come to my hypothetical future ABBA-themed wedding (to Montparnasse).  I mean, I knew she was old and I was perfectly aware that she wasn't immortal, but I never considered life without her right down the street.

Anyway, to end on a happy note.  My mommy bought me two new pairs of shoes today.  When we walked into the shoe store, the clerk said, "How are you?" and my mom's answer was "Full of hope and change!"

WIN.
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.

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