lesmisloony | Entries tagged with doctor who

Today I woke up, went out to breakfast with my mom (she spent the night in my beautiful spare bed last night), played with my NEW MOZART L'OPÉRA ROCK PIANO BOOK for about three and a half hours, hung out with my friends for a bit, then went out to dinner with my parents and my friends. Everybody had a good time, which was a nice change from the last time a group of my friends went out to eat and made my dad feel extremely uncomfortable. This time my dad got to tell some jokes and everyone laughed and it was a good time. Plus we all rode illegally in the back of the car. Then we came back to the dorm, watched the new Doctor Who (OMG OMG OMG) and then watched Repo. I feel really good about my life right now.

As the Graverobber says: Old grudges? Old lovers? Sometimes I wonder why we all don't move on...

So I'm just done with all of it. Drama and talking crap have been such a big part of my life for two years, but it's so much better just to concentrate on having fun with my last few weeks of dorm life before I ship myself off to Paris for a year.

Oh, and by the way? Le Bien qui fait mal is AWESOME on piano. I never would have expected that.

And! Best of all (for my happiness; worst for my productivity levels), I fixed my Sims 3 game! Something went wrong with the irritating way you have to install custom content in the Sims 3, and after about a half hour of playing I kept getting the blue screen of death. So I went in and removed every last bit of custom content (byyye gorgeous hair!) and now everything seems to be running smoothly, if a bit more plainly.

Current Mood: satisfied

lesmisloony: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Kelley: HI!
lesmisloony: I'm in the TARDIS. It takes a lot of power to send this projection--I'm in orbit around a supernova. Burning up a sun just to say goodbye.
Kelley: GAHHHH
lesmisloony: The whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse.
Kelley: i might just break down any cry if this scene keeps going
lesmisloony: Where are we? Where did the gap come out?
Kelley: I DONT KNOW HOW TO SPELL IT THE OTHER LANGUAGE WAY
lesmisloony: Dalek??
Kelley: NO!
lesmisloony: Oh you know me. I've still got the TARDIS. Same old life.
Kelley: but but
Kelley: WAHHHH
lesmisloony: You've still got Mister Mickey, then.
Kelley: HE IS A MOFO
lesmisloony: You're not...
Kelley: im not.. its mum
Kelley: she is a mofo!
lesmisloony: What about you?
Kelley: I AM NOT A MOFO
lesmisloony : Oh, good for you.
Kelley: yep
lesmisloony: Kelleyphant Anderbear, defender of the Earth!
lesmisloony: You're dead
lesmisloony: officially
lesmisloony: back home
lesmisloony: So many people went missing...
lesmisloony: ...you're on the list of the dead.
Kelley: but but
Kelley: WAHHHH
lesmisloony: You can't.
Kelley: CANT POOP?!
lesmisloony: Quite right, too.
Kelley: WHAATTT
lesmisloony: And I suppose
lesmisloony: if it's my last chance to say it...
lesmisloony: Kelleyphant Anderbear, I
lesmisloony has logged off.

Current Mood: accomplished

Two posts in one day!

This isn't necessarily my favourite song, but it is My Song. And I'm amazed at all the nonsense I just found on youtube.

( And I need you now tonight! )

And I found this website: http://lulz.mn/totaleclipseoftheworld/
It basically lists all the languages in which the song has been performed and seems to have links, but I'm late to work and can't click any of them...

Silly people with youtube accounts and similar minds have done "covers" of it...

( And I need you more than ever! )

There are also fanvids set to this song for every fandom I've ever had. Not necessarily great vids, but nevertheless...

( And if you only hold me tight... )

And here's something fantastic with which I leave you:

( We'll be holdin' on forever! )

Current Mood: silly

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!

Current Mood: cheerful

What have I been up to?

Oh, nothing. Just getting involved in new television shows because without Conan O'Brien I don't know what to do with myself.

So, Marguerite was totally right about Desperate Romantics. It's amazing and adorable and yes, the fella who plays Johnny Millais is possible the best Jehan I've ever seen. Though I adore Fred, too. And the girl who plays Annie is fantastic! Oh, and I spied two waistcoats from The Shadow in the North: that terrible fugly orange and pink one was on Maniac at one point and Rosetti himself wore Bellman's hot black one with the green butterflies.

And I really wanted to love Rosetti, but he was such a complete and total tool that I found myself needing to slap him across the face every three minutes. Like, I had to pause the show at the end of every scene in order to cover my face in my hands and fall backwards on the futon and groan.

So I decided to watch Being Human. And it's beautiful! I've only seen the first two episodes (and the pilot, which had a completely different cast but for Allons-y Alonso as Werewolf George) but I adore it. And I am now able to adore Mitchell/Rosetti, who is a very sweet version of the cliché vegetarian vampire (can we get some Lestat up in here, please?) and makes me want to hug him and stash him under the futon with all the other people I want to keep.

One wonderful thing about being a Doctor Who fan is knowing there is literally nothing--NOTHING--on British television that will not feature someone from Doctor Who. Or someone who has been in something with someone from Doctor Who. I firmly believe that every British telly actor ever is only two degrees from Doctor Who. For instance, in the second episode of Being Human I saw Allons-y Alonso ask that beeyotchy cactus girl on a date thanks to the encouragement of William Shakespeare himself. And in Desperate Romantics? Why, that cranky old art critic man (not Ruskin, but the fugly one) was that soothsayer with the stone arm in Pompeii. Seriously. Try me.

Another word on Being Human--I do like the idea of the vampires (turning victims with an exchange of blood, needing to be invited in, not showing up on film) but I'm a little confused by the sunlight thing. I saw Mitchell with an umbrella in one episode (the pilot?) but usually he's just rocking some shades. I mean, I'm not asking for stupid Vampire Diaries rings or, God forbid, Cullen-y sparkles (please anything but that) but Louis would really love to know why Mitchell is skipping through sunny streets while he's over here reading Eliot by candlelight.

A final word. You Brits are so right in the way you do television. I'm forced to watch episode after episode of Heroes as it grapples for plot and becomes more and more outlandish and terrible every week. You guys know what you're doing. Honestly, six episodes is a lovely length for a series of something. Thirteen is okay if it's something epic like Doctor Who and six episodes would be NOT ENOUGH, but I was content with those six episodes of Desperate Romantics and I am content with each six episode series of The IT Crowd. It forces the writers to focus and really pull out their best, most cohesive material. It's good. Heroes is pissing me off. Also, six episodes per year makes it easier to follow a vast number of shows.

Oh! Another thing I've been watching lately? That Mitchell and Webb Look. I can't even tell you how much I love Numberwang.

(Psst--I'm almost done with my study abroad application for real!)

Current Mood: pleased

So far this semester is absolutely amazing. I have one class on Mondays, which is at 2:00, two classes on Tuesdays (12:30 and 3:30), and then I add a class at 3:00 to Wednesdays and a recitation at 5:00 to Thursdays. And there's nothing on Friday. NOTHING.

I'm unofficially in a single room, so I stay up late watching things like Secret Diary of a Call Girl or just listening to my iTunes, and then I sleep in as late as I want without hearing feet shuffle or keyboard keys or the fridge door squeaking open. In fact, I've got my own fridge, and it's crammed full of yoghurt, skim milk, cheese, hot dogs, those amazing Deli Creations flatbread things, and, of course, ranch dressing. All the essentials.

My room is also organised awesomely such that I have an open space right under the disco ball. I call it my dance floor, and last night all of my favourite people on the hall convened for a dance party that lasted at least an hour. It was exhausting and wonderful. My favourite part was when we all belted Assasymphonie and Kat came running in pretending to slit her wrists with a paintbrush (in lieu of a baton). Then I pretended to be one of those blindfolded flail-y dancers for a while behind her. It was good times. Oh, wait, my other favourite part was when Kat and Leigh each took the dance party up a level, literally, by climbing up on to the empty bed and doing a series of bizarre dances that were hilarious and mortifying. Or when Kelley came in and calmly munched an apple while the rest of us spazzed out. Anna and I bonded over not knowing any songs until we hear the refrain and Sarah O impressed us all by apparently knowing every song ever. And Asian Becca dancing with Anna is simultaneously one of the cutest and most unsettling things I've ever seen. R.A. Becca even joined us briefly, but then she slumped away to do homework. Oh, and Tara discovered her latent DJ skillz! Except one dance party will get Bad Romance stuck in your head for the rest of your life. Also, my adorable little rug (which has giant water stains on the bottom for which I was certainly not responsible--this is my not funny face) managed to migrate halfway across the room due to the dancing.

I also have this little space behind my dressers and under the empty bed that is really fun to crawl into. All the cool kids are doing it. So much fun. And so pointless.

Also! Tara, Leigh, and Kelley all watched Doctor Who over the break, so now people are actually noticing that I spend about a third of any conversation quoting and making references to Doctor Who. It's always a little surprising (and delightful!) to hear someone actually laugh or say "I see what you did there!" after I mumble "Trust me on this," or "Chan, is this a tradition amongst your people, tho?" Or whatever.

As for the actual school part of school, I've only been to three classes so far.

One is a Global Issues class whose professor seems like one of those people who grow great vegetables and wears toe socks around the house. The first day was learning about how Disney is a terrible douchebag company that exploits Haitians. I'm so worried that this class will turn me off of WalMart. I know WalMart is evil, but it's also where I get all of my food and most of my clothes! I need it in my life. Don't take it from me, Global Issues Class.

I also have two French classes. My French pronunciation class is with this amazing old guy who got a doctorate at Harvard and speaks three languages. I had him for history of the French language last year, and I'm genuinely only taking this class because he's teaching it. And I recognised several people who were in my class last year who were coming back for the same reason. He's adorable. He's also the one who told me Victor Hugo thought they were going to rename Paris "Hugo, France." I haven't heard that anywhere else, but I choose to believe it. Ol' Vic's ego is legendary. It just makes sense. Also, I love this professor. He shuffles around the classroom bumping into desks, but he makes jokes under his breath and you just know he's an absolute genius. As for my other French class, it's taught by one of the heads of the French department, and she speaks VERY QUICKLY. It's about francophone Africa, which isn't exactly my cup of tea, but we get to read a book called "Tintin au Congo" for class Friday and just by the cover it looks delightfully un-PC.

So that's school so far! I've already spent a lot of time lying across the futon showing clips of things to my friends. And Kelley and I have made a pact to watch Ruby in the Smoke and Shadow in the North at some point this week. We gotta get our Matt Smith love ready for series five!

Current Mood: giddy

So, freshman year I had seen and loved all of Torchwood, and then I started watching Doctor Who. I wasn't really all that into it until I had a dream that I was Rose and I was in love with Nine, but in a way that wasn't, like, romantic yet. You know? But then when I woke up in the morning I was obsessed. With the show, with Nine, and with Rose/Doctor.

Citizens of the earth, rejoice. For it happened again.

Last night I dreamed that I was in love with Matt Smith. And I woke up with stronger love for him than previously. I think this cancels out my River Song hate... for now...

( Dream Part One )

I was SO UNHAPPY to wake up. Thus my Rotti icon. Like, I almost cried. Because I didn't realise it was a dream, and I leaned up to say something to Matt Smith and actually leaned up in bed, which woke me in the middle of my dream. And I slowly understood that none of it had happened. I half-dreamed that I had a bag with a puzzle inside he had given me, and it wasn't there anymore because I was "awake." So upsetting.

So I went back to sleep and hoped that the dream would return.

And it almost did.

( Dream Part Two )
Then I woke up to the sound of little voices as Molls began to quietly move her stuff into Carolyn's room. Now I'm listening to my The Ark/Lady GaGa/Take That playlist and I'm wearing my snuggie.

Anyway, as I turned on my computer I saw the picture of Matt Smith and David Tennant that is my background and my brain was like "Ohh, Matt Smith. I remember when we were in love." So I am now fated to love Matt Smith.

Current Mood: nostalgic

Today that commercial for series five came on BBC America while I was checking out Demons (just because it's from the people who brought you Merlin doesn't mean it isn't REALLY BAD--it is. Don't watch it. Demons, that is) and I picked up my cocker spaniel and said, "Look, Flossie. That's the new Doctor. Isn't he cute? His name is Matt Smith. I'm going to love him. I've already decided. We're going to be in love and he's not going to go insane and make me want to beat him with a mallet. And he's not going to make an old man cry and he's not going to be more obnoxious than the Master himself. Hi, Eleven! Please hurry up and get here."

Then my brother walked in and did one of those, "Why are you talking to the dog?" things. I explained very seriously that I was telling Flossie about how Eleven is going to be wonderful, and before I could finish my sentence he turned around and walked out. But that's okay.

If I ever collect my thoughts I have stuff to say about Donna and about the Master. But that isn't happening at the moment.

Also, I find myself incapable of using any of my Ten icons right now. Tara says I'm going through the stages of grief and I've reached anger. Usually when something in a show pisses me off I stick with denial or I talk myself into acceptance. Anger is a new one. Kind of.

Here. Have some of the denial that is actually my personal canon somehow:
Harriet Jones is not dead. Neither is Owen. They both found trap doors and are living in the sewers of Barcelona (not the planet) as the King and Queen of the Weevils. Sometimes I also decree that Children of Earth never happened. Also, Chantho is alive and not trapped at the end of the universe or eaten by Futurekind. Jabe that tree from series one was able to regrow from the little bit of her that was left after she caught fire and then she became a time traveller and now Chantho is her companion. Oh, and Jenny's space ship exploded three minutes after liftoff. And a piece of debris hit River Song's mother in the face and killed her before she ever gave birth, thus negating River Song's existence. I should never post on livejournal when I'm exhausted or in the process of losing my mind. Or both.

Stephen Moffat will take better care of me, right?

Current Mood: sore

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?

Current Mood: gloomy

So, having finished my epic afghan, I decided I was ready for a Doctor Who scarf. And being me, I picked the longest one: the series 16 scarf. And being an idiot, I didn't believe that 60 stitches would be wide enough, so I ended up with a scarf that is over a foot wide.

I started on Christmas eve, and as of right now I've got this:

Because everyone loves a progress bar.

I'm pretty satisfied. I decided to use the same brand of yarn I used for the afghan because it's slightly softer than your normal Red Heart type yarn, but it's nothing ridiculous or intended for babies. Vanna's Choice. And because I decided to go with all one brand (and expediency) instead of being super careful to follow the knitting Whovian rules, my colours are probably somewhat off. Especially my tan and my grey. But I'm pretty sure anyone who sees me in a ginormous scarf isn't going to say, "Well, I'd think that was a Doctor Who scarf if only that big stripe there was slightly less taupe." Actually, I was only on that first red bar over there at the beginning on Christmas and a guy hanging around outside my theatre recognised my knitting as a Doctor Who scarf and started ranting about Sarah Jane and Axons and Mars. Then he offered to sell me weed. Hmm.

I don't mind that my scarf is so outlandishly wide because I can fold it in half and it will be super warm.

Current Mood: sore

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:

Current Mood: contemplative

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.

Current Mood: anxious

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.

Current Mood: worried

He is adorable and I love him.

So there.

Current Mood: cheerful

I have a headless Little Jack lying over there on the table next to Little Ten. Unlike the other two, Little Jack is not undressable. (Ironic, isn't it?) Because that would take too much time I don't have. I still have to finish that stupid prayer shawl.

Ugh, the prayer shawl. It's been so long since I used a pattern and needles other than my trusty dpn's! I kind of hate it now. But good-naturedly hate it, like the way I hate... um... oh gosh it's so late. Um, the way I hate my brother. Yeah, that.

Anyway, I thought I'd screwed Little Jack up right away and almost took him apart, but with some creative stitching he came out all right. And, considering he only lacks a head and a big swishy jacket, I'm pretty sure he'll be done by tomorrow. Which is super exciting, cos I only started him today and he's a big doll, the same size as Little Ten. (Big meaning about as long as my foot, whereas the presents I made for most of my friends and family were more like the size of my hand, like Old Gregg and the Hitcher.) After Little Jack gets his head and coat, all I gotta do is finish the stupid prayer shawl (I think one more skein oughtta do it, but I hafta go back to Michael's and get one) and add tassels to the tree skirt I made for my parents back in spring. And then wrap everything!

And then, right after Christmas, I gotta get back on the presents for friends. All I'll have finished is family stuff and the doll for Stacyfacy. Because we'll be getting together on Christmas to watch the Christmas Special. Duh. And then she shall receive Little Jack. And Little Jack, Little Ten, Little Rose, and Big Loony and Big Stacyfacy shall all have fangasms together.

And it shall be good. Presumably.

Current Mood: tired

I just felt like showing off some of the Christmas presents I've been churning out of late. So here are some pictures! Yay.

Old Gregg: This was a gift for my friend Ashley. I actually found some glow-in-the-dark paint for a lovely mangina effect. I didn't tell her this. One night, it will surprise her. Hopefully. These little Boosh guys were so small that I just used paint to give them some creepy faces instead of yarn, as I tend to do.

( I got somethin' to show ya... )

The Hitcher: Made this one for my darling Kat,

moon_dove , who was wonderful enough to be the Hitcher to my Old Gregg on Halloween even though, being in America, no one recognised her. I love her a lot, really I do, so this was her Christmas gift. Yayz. She also does a pretty wicked Hitcher voice for a lady.

( I love you, boy. )

And here are the Hitcher and Old Gregg holding hands and being stalked by Little Ten and Little Rose, just because I'm a dork.

( Ten and Rose visit Xooberon... )

And then the present I did for my roommate Slagathor. She's addicted to Wicked, so I decided to modify an old pattern for a flip doll. And then I got mad at the flip doll pattern and totally abandoned it. Ever since Little Ten I've kinda stopped using patterns...

( Well, we can't all come and go by bubble! )

Current Mood: pleased

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.

Current Mood: optimistic

I don't know. I say it and I wanted to do eet. And I started running out of ships about halfway through, so I got desperate.
I have quotes from my shippy ships, and you guess which is which. In da comments.

1. ~~The young chief stopped to have a chat with your daughter.~~ (Montparnasse/Eponine, Les Mis;

viorica8957 )
2. ~~That's what this is all about! Me and you! The arguing, the bickering! It's all because of the sexual tension! The deep, powerful, molten sexual tension that's been brewing up between us!~~ (Howard/Vince, Mighty Boosh; cheers to

meerkitty868 !)
3. ~~Oh! One day, at the Luxembourg, I had a good mind to finish breaking up a veteran!~~ (Marius/Cosette, Les Mis;

viorica8957 and

xthe_ingenue )
4. ~~Yeah? And how was that sentence gonna end?~~ (Rose/Cloney or Rose/Ten, either works, Doctor Who;

viorica8957 and

xthe_ingenue )
5. ~~I'm going to take a sample of your spinal fluid. ...and it's going to hurt.~~ (Mohinder/Sylar, Heroes; congratuwelldone

suchcuriousity !)
6. ~~We never did get that date, did we? You and me. We sort of, uh, missed each other. It was my fault. I didn't... didn’t notice until it was too late. I'm sorry.~~ (Owen/Tosh, Torchwood;

viorica8957 )
7. You do your thing and I do my thing. You are you and I am I. And, if, in the end, we end up together, it's beautiful.
8. ~~I'm going to hug Digby and pretend he's you.~~ (Ned/Chuck, Pushing Daisies;

meerkitty868 )
9. ~~Reader, I married him.~~ (Rochester/Jane, Jane Eyre;

elyse24601 )
10. "Thou tellest of running a race to a man whose knees are tottering beneath him! I must die here! There is not the strength or courage left me to venture into the wide, strange, difficult world alone! Alone!" "Thou shalt not go alone."

Come on, seven and ten? Anybody?

Current Mood: bored

Current Mood: American

Okay, first... here are some pictures of my dorm from a few weeks ago. It's messy and the "Happy Birthday" banner I made for my roommate makes it look even worse. And since then we've gotten a soft pretty green rug and some throw pillows, but whatever.

( You know you like seeing other people's dorm rooms. )

And here is the "mysterious" box I received the other day...

( Well, *I* think it's funny. )

And finally, some TARDIS-shaped things I have made/knitted.

( An iTARDIS and some skins. )

Yayy the end!

Current Mood: exhausted

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The Land of Squee

The past and the future combining to make something not quite as good as either.

Entries tagged with doctor who

This is how much I love life:

It's been a while since I posted some chattings.

Total Eclipse of the Heart spam

So I pretty much forget to post nowadays.

Desperate Romantics, Being Human, and I don't ever do homework.

An update on why I love my life.

I had THIS DREAM.

Eleven.

Okay. I'm ready to talk about this.

So I'm doing a scarf.

The End of Time... part one

Okay so this is how I feel.

This post turned into Doctor Who-based ramblings

This is what I have to say.

Knitting update!

Old Gregg, the Hitcher, and a Wicked flip doll!

My two cents on you-know-what...

Shippings meme!

Argh.

Photodump tiem!