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Surely I am not such a genius that I just solved the mystery of Susan for the whole internet. I know somebody else has probably come up with this somewhere else. But since I don't know who that somebody else is, I'm going to take credit for fixing Doctor Who. :D

Here it is.

Jenny. She's Time Lord, basically. She's off having adventures and being all cutesy with her pre-applied eyeliner.

Jack. He's human, basically. He's off moping or having Torchwood-like adventures with his World War II coat.

If ever they were to meet, it would be glorious. Because Jack is a Doctor fanboy, so if he met a girl who was made of the Doctor and a machine (and was, let's face it, pretty hot) I'm guessing he would go for it. And Jenny, she's kind of a flirt.

Jack + Jenny = SUSAN

The Doctor is a time traveller, in case you didn't know, and somewhere along the way for some reason that would make a really good fanfic, he picks her up as One and they travel together. How much she tells him about her parents is up to her. Maybe that's why Nine was so cranky towards Jack initially, or maybe that's why Ten kept running from Jack and trying to deny Jenny. Because in his head, it wouldn't make sense for Susan to have been born after the Time War. But that also means that Susan is only part Time Lord, so maybe she doesn't regenerate. Maybe she becomes a rather classy-looking old woman in a white business suit, and maybe she objects to President Rassilon's plans and has to stand like the Weeping Angels of old, but maybe she also has a vortex manipulator like her dad or even om-com, and maybe she can use it to stalk down a sweet little old man named Wilf and try to save her grandfather's life by goading Wilf into giving him the gun.

Come on, you love it, you slags!

Current Mood: bored

I made up a theory! And it's, like, not that I've adopted someone else's theory or that I'm expanding upon a theory I've previously read. I thought this through and it's entirely my theory that I came up with! I feel like such a smartypants.

( THIS IS A SPOILER, SARAI )

AHHhhhh you guys. I admit, waiting for all these loose ends to resolve is slightly more thought-provoking than waiting for the Daleks to exterminate everybody in RTD era.

BUT I am far less terrified about the TO. BE. CONTINUED. than I was when Ten was regenerating that last time. That was scary as a mofo! Rusty was at his evil best when he invented that cliffhanger. Man that was a long week.

Current Mood: anxious

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

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.

Current Mood: ecstatic

Things I learned from the Sims:

Life is really good if you set a few aspirations for yourself every day and then accomplish them. Yesterday I saw Lost and Heroes and Scrubs and an episode of MST3K, and even DID SOME HOMEWORK. Oh, and did I mention I made my Pavi mask? Pictures forthcoming. I only played the Sims for a couple of hours. Shilob grew up into a kid and unfortunately inherited his dad's funny cheeks and got weird-looking lips from somewhere. But he has the cool hazel eyes I put on Marni, so that's good.

Also, I love controlling people's lives. It's fun.

And now, a brainstorm I had that will make my life easier.

( Slightly Spoilery for, um, Everything )

Maybe I should go to bed earlier.

Current Mood: lethargic

Once upon a time there was a Cockney called the Hitcher. He was green and wore a giant polo over his eye. He liked eels. He also liked to urinate on people's faces, comin' out of 'im like a yellow cable. It was not funny at all and really quite disgusting when he did this, but it was his way of showing love. So was raping. But he didn't rape geezers.

Once upon a time there was a scaly man-fish called Old Gregg. He was green and wore a tutu. He liked Baileys. He also liked to show people his mangina until the light that came from it knocked them out. It was sort of funny but mostly really quite awkward when he did this, but it was his way of showing love. So was forcing people to marry him. He had his own wedding dress.

Alas, for Old Gregg the half-fish half-man and the Hitcher, who loved eels, have never met. But if they were, it would be true love. The Hitcher would try to rape Old Gregg and Old Gregg would force the Hitcher to marry him and the Piper Twins and the Funk would be bridesmaids. Naboo would perform the ceremony. Then Old Gregg and the Hitcher would ride a rocket made from wheat all the way to the Moon, where they would have a nice little honeymoon. Honeymoon. On the Moon. The original Moon. The full Moon.

And all their babies would be little green Noel Fieldings. Some would have seaweed, some would have polos, and some would have painted-on mustaches. Except one that would be pink and have tentacles instead of a body.

This is not fanfic. This is common sense. And it's our new OTP.

Artwork provided by Katherine:

( Pictures or it didn't happen: )

Current Mood: awake

lesmisloony: ugh
lesmisloony: ARGH
lesmisloony: ARGH
lesmisloony: I AM MADE OF JEALOUSY
lesmisloony: GAH
lesmisloony: NNNNGAH
lesmisloony: http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/616078.html#cutid1
sunrisesunset: Jealousy?
lesmisloony: I AM LIGHTHEADED WITH JEALOUSY
sunrisesunset: ...I can see how you would be.
lesmisloony: there is no emoticon to express
lesmisloony: "I have bruises from being crushed into the barriers at the front, totally worth it. Actually most of them are Noels fault as every time he was pulled into the audience he was pulled back over me. So I was holding Noel up more times than I can count."
sunrisesunset: I'm quite sure that this was posted to make Erin cry.
lesmisloony: america sucks
lesmisloony: so much
lesmisloony: why am i american
sunrisesunset: Hmm?
lesmisloony: they dont come here
lesmisloony: they tour there
lesmisloony: not here
sunrisesunset: Ah. Lack of Booshness.
lesmisloony: they dont even have the show in region 1 dvds
sunrisesunset: Undershtood.
lesmisloony: now im all glum
sunrisesunset: Cheer up, Loony! You know what they say...
lesmisloony: never trust a nun, never trust a nurse, never trust a cat?
sunrisesunset: Or perhaps something more like the looking on the bright side of life thing.
lesmisloony: I commented and said I was jealous
lesmisloony: and she said this
lesmisloony: [The hat] actually smells of Noel, very faintly. I remember him smelling really good when he reached down and kissed me on the cheek. He was really stubbly too, which I wasn't expecting. It was kind of nice in a way.
sunrisesunset: I suppose that doesn't make you feel any better.
lesmisloony:: no
lesmisloony: no it really doesn't
lesmisloony: she has HIS HAT
sunrisesunset: I see.
lesmisloony: well
lesmisloony: when she met him he was sweaty
sunrisesunset: It seems as though this is causing you some level of distress.
lesmisloony: and his eye makeup was smeary
lesmisloony:so there
lesmisloony: so this is usually when I'd watch a youtube video that has always made me happy in the past
lesmisloony: but all my current favourites are of Noel Fielding
lesmisloony: which I think would just make it worse
sunrisesunset: Oh dear. Can nothing make you better?
lesmisloony: that's what I'm trying to figure out
lesmisloony: well
lesmisloony: I knitted Enjolras for President an iPod case
lesmisloony: and in return she sent me a gift box with a card that said
lesmisloony: "We want to play love games with you. Love Noel Fielding and David Tennant"
lesmisloony: and I've been letting it freak out my hallmates all day
lesmisloony: pretending I don't know who it's from
lesmisloony: just for lulz
sunrisesunset: That's rather lulzy.
sunrisesunset: I saw an Enjolras at the coffeeshop today.
lesmisloony: ...was he standing on a table?
sunrisesunset: Well, no, he served me hot chocolate. But he looked like Enjolras. He was blond and pretty in the sort of way that if you really looked at him you couldn't find a flaw in his face but he sort of lacked the masculinity to make him attractive.
lesmisloony: prettyyyy
lesmisloony: omgcrap
lesmisloony: in recitation today they said the first paper was due next Thursday
lesmisloony: APPARENTLY THAT'S IDIOTSPEAK FOR "TOMORROW"
lesmisloony: crap crap crap
sunrisesunset: ...Oh dear.
lesmisloony: crappppp
lesmisloony: new facebook, jealousy, and a paper due tomorrow
lesmisloony: I've been putting off constructing an outline for AGES cos I thought I had another week
sunrisesunset: Oh goodness. I do sympathise as a fellow procrastinator.
lesmisloony: ughhh
lesmisloony:I hate homework
lesmisloony: maybe I'll just go to sleep
lesmisloony: and then drop out of school
lesmisloony:and hide out in someone's suitcase
lesmisloony:on a boat
lesmisloony: and go to Britain
lesmisloony: and stalk the Mighty Boosh tour
lesmisloony: and live in a box
lesmisloony:and Noel Fielding will take pity on me
lesmisloony: and let me move into the bus with them
lesmisloony: and work as a stagehand
sunrisesunset: It could happen.
lesmisloony: and then finally Noel Fielding will learn to love me
lesmisloony: because I'll be the best stagehand ever
lesmisloony: and maybe a French street gang will try to kill him for some reason
lesmisloony:and I
lesmisloony: with my French skillz
lesmisloony: will talk them down
lesmisloony: so he'll owe his life to me
lesmisloony: yeahhhh
sunrisesunset: ...Eventually causing him to sleep with you?
lesmisloony: to MARRY me
lesmisloony: I'm thinking big
sunrisesunset: Oh, I see.
sunrisesunset: He is not currently married or in a long-term relationship, I presume?
lesmisloony: : /
lesmisloony: the latter
sunrisesunset: Oh.
lesmisloony: but SHE won't save him from the French street gang
sunrisesunset: Question:
sunrisesunset: If Noel Fielding has a long-term girlfriend
sunrisesunset: why are you madly jealous of the girl who has his hat?
lesmisloony: because she's a lowly fangirl like me
lesmisloony: who was just in the right place at the right time
sunrisesunset: Ah. So the girlfriend is high-and-mightier, I suppose?
lesmisloony: yes
lesmisloony: she's probably all glam and perfect looking
sunrisesunset: Do you know her name? If yes, I shall Google her and judge.
lesmisloony: no, I dunno
lesmisloony: I avoid the subject because of the jealousy
sunrisesunset: Oh dear, everything's so easy with Wikipedia.
lesmisloony: yeahhh
lesmisloony: did you look it up?
sunrisesunset: Yup!
lesmisloony: is she pretty?
sunrisesunset: I can't really tell.
lesmisloony: I don't want to see her or know her name
lesmisloony: quite frankly
sunrisesunset: She's sort of all ... punk rocker-y makeup, which automatically disuades my brain from thinking of someone as pretty. But I guess she's plain-pretty.
lesmisloony: I can imagine she'd be quite punk
lesmisloony: just judging by him
lesmisloony: ...lol
lesmisloony: I just gave in to temptation
lesmisloony: and typed "Noel Fielding's girlfriend" into the google image search
lesmisloony: this picture came up first
lesmisloony: http://data4.blog.de/media/549/1606549_dab0ef1d04_m.jpg
sunrisesunset: ...That's special.
lesmisloony: I approve
lesmisloony: it made me feel better
lesmisloony: so did this
lesmisloony: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za6T4DaYmrU

AND THEN YOUTUBE WENT DOWN.

Current Mood: drained

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Surely somebody else has thought of this.
My finale theory!
Eleven.
YEEEOOOWwWwWwWwWwwww.
Sometimes I waste time.
This is not fanfic.
Ugh.

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

Entries tagged with brainstorm

Surely somebody else has thought of this.

My finale theory!

Eleven.

YEEEOOOWwWwWwWwWwwww.

Sometimes I waste time.

This is not fanfic.

Ugh.