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!