Life On Mars-- Comparative Application

I've only just watched the first episode of "Life on Mars" (starring the lovely John Simm, of whom I think far too highly), and I have decided this: Being Sam Tyler is eerily similar to being depressed. If I had to put it vaguely, you feel lost and ill at ease. That is the feeling of depression, at least for me. And lest you think I am adding a little "drama", let me assure you--I am. But I was also diagnosed with depression this year, and feel I know just enough to let some little rants spill from my lips, with only a few eye-rolls in response. Just remember, as you are inevitably judging me, that I am being sincere.

Sam Tyler has a history. Sam Tyler has a past. But it's all muddled now--he can't fully comprehend his circumstances as they happen currently; he's dwelling on what logically should be, not what is. That is a feeling I am quite familiar with, and it is represented by a rather common thought that grazes my mind less and less frequently now: "Is something vastly wrong with me? Am I feeling what everybody else is feeling? Am I seeing what everyone else is seeing? Is this normal?" And I thought I was just being paranoid and insecure, not 'depressed'. Turns out it was a little bit of all of the above, and depression had more weight than I had previously thought--and less ridiculous moping over obviously painful circumstances. (It turns out it's not just a term girls throw around after their hunky boyfriends break up with them!) But for me, and this is perhaps odd, the thing that connected this comparison between this character and myself was the irritation and inexplicable intolerance for people who just wanted to help me.

The condition kind of made me give the world a cold shoulder; I had a foolishly self-absorbed and self-indulgent view of the universe. I thought I was absolutely alone, and that no person on this Earth could ever even comprehend a word that came from my mouth. It's confusing... I thought I was both brilliant and worthless. I had all the insight one could ever want (perhaps 'too much insight'), and yet nobody could understand. Sam Tyler feels this in a literal sense, because though he respects everyone he meets in this old decade to a certain degree, he feels they are incapable of genuinely understanding him. The real difference is he's right.

Now, I'm not going to bore you with a long-winded thesis about allusions and metaphors, and other clever things script writers potentially did and didn't do (intentionally and otherwise) because that really isn't my thing, and it really shouldn't be. And should I ever get the gall to presume you want to be reading my theories rather than my opinions, then I'll know I've turned into a real dick, and never work in this town again! (Yeah, you heard me.) As always, thank you for tuning in at the random intervals I know you do, and do enjoy the random intervals at which I post; because I've never actually nailed down that whole "scheduling" thing my successful friends mention during polite conversation of their many great endeavors. I'm thinking of improving that skill at some ironically undetermined time (don't hate me, but I am going to be a hypocrite and theorize that I won't ever get into the scheduling game, based on everything I have ever done ever). I may have just wasted a few minutes of your life, so thanks for that. You're a doll!

And everyone watch "Life on Mars"! I know I'm pretty far behind the times, just now getting into it, but there's bound to be somebody out there who hasn't seen it and SHOULD. Because everyone SHOULD. It seems pretty fucking fantastic. (And come on you guys... John Simm. It speaks for itself.)

YOU'RE WELCOME,

Emma Hurt

English Men of Letters

Let's Talk.

Dear reader, please do not be confused by the blog's face-lift. It was a much needed change in my life, and I am pleased it has moved on (and become so very pretty!). In my efforts to be sensitive to you, I have kept the color scheme minimal, and only slightly different. So yeah, YOU'RE WELCOME.

How have you been? It's been so long, I feel--too long, in fact! How's the wife? The kids? That obnoxious aunt who keeps sending you ghastly fruitcake at odd times of year that aren't Christmas? What was that? You don't have a wife? Well, what the hell happened to her?! Never mind that. There's no time! I have to go laugh in the face of my peers in but a half an hour, and I am still wearing large, flannel pants! Today is picture day at Sheldon D. High School, which I will not be participating in, because I am pursuing other educational endeavors. But you don't care about that, and (as I said before) there's no time. I must depart. But before I do, I wish to issue a genuine 'thank you' for taking the time out of your precious and undoubtedly busy schedule and wasting it on this post. Once again, YOU'RE WELCOME.

Love, Emma

THE ONLY WATER IN THE FOREST IS THE RIVER

Consistency of font is so beneath me... I see this now.

So, dear reader, how have you been in the past few months (also known as "the space of time where I blatantly did not care to talk at you")? Please tell me you weren't actually planning on answering that question... I really don't care. Go tell a therapist about your broken nail, or essay you have to write, or that pesky boy that has yet to return that beguiling text you sent. It's really not my problem.
What's that? You're leaving my blog? Of course I am yanking your chains, Reader! Please stay-- here, have a cookie. It's no trouble, really. It's on the house.

So now that you are satisfied with your imaginary cookie, I will blather on a bit about the going-ons of my life (which now revolves completely around 'Doctor Who', my dear friend Alysa, and the first boy to tolerate me, Dylan). "What's that?" you say, "Emma is talking about a boy... and toleration! What kind of shenanigans has that girl got herself into now?!" Well, patience, Reader. You will find out all about this mysterious 'Dylan' character-- if that IS his REAL name!!!! (It is.)
Dylan Jazz Pompel is my significant other. And he is glorious. So there, everyone. SUCK IT.
Alright, enough of that vulgar nonsense.

So... I have a few theories about the tomfoolery of DW these days. I'm not going to share them, of course, but I will say this on the subject: While perusing 'The Brilliant Book of Doctor Who (2011)" I found a particular sentence--potentially fabricated by the Dream Lord--that really stuck out for me. And that is: "THE ONLY WATER IN THE FOREST IS THE RIVER." For those of you who are a tad behind, the quote was uttered fairly recently by our favorite sexy lady, the T.A.R.D.I.S.! Whether or not this statement alludes to Dr. River Song (who slowly is becoming a more agreeable character for me) I remain unsure. Mainly because, if it were, it wouldn't make any damn sense! Ah, well... our dear Moffatt will sort it out.
By the way, I would like to issue a rather trivial apology to the scattered readers that don't care about and/or dislike 'Doctor Who.' You guys will have to suck it up. The Doctor's back, baby!

You know who else is back? I am. So you guys'll just need to bite the bullet, and return regularly to this url. Because I'll tell you something: it fills my heart with sunshine, rhythms of four, and Milano cookies when you do! And seriously, who other than The Master dislikes quarter notes?

Posted with love, Emma.

"Doctor Who" © BBC

Emma/Stan Goes Off On ANOTHER Tangent

Alright. Here we go.

I find the courier font to easily be the biggest and best. It makes me feel fancy. Like, for example, picture a typewriter in your mind. Now picture me typing on it. Now, if you could, picture these words coming out of said typewriter. You don't have to use much of your imagination on that last image, because this font is (pardon my French talk) fucking awesome. Yes, I feel ever-so eloquent today.

Currently, I am writing a story, but it appears to be going no where. Why, you may ask? First of all, if you have to ask, you are not much of a writer (or, you are an impossibly good one). Writer's block is a viable answer to your questioning from one sentence ago. Another very possible reason as to my hesitation is that my vision simply refuses to play out. I am rushing the things I shouldn't, and paying far too much attention to pointless dialogue. So I will be re-writing all sixteen pages onto my blog. At some point. Because today I am unmotivated.

Love, Emma (aka "Stan", as of this afternoon... thank you, Willow)

As Handy With A Computer As An Amish Person

As you can probably tell from the random glitches in my posts, I am not a master of technology. It's not something I am particularly good at. In fact, I am in the midst of a battle with a keyboard right at this moment! I am losing, for the record. And I am not a good loser. I am a sore loser. You know who else is a sore loser? This guy:
Man, I hope I don't get bad karma for posting things like that. Weeping Angels terrify me (as you already know).
Anyway, back to my struggles with being a technologically impaired individual (or as my Grandy worded, a "Techno-tard"). It is imperative in this day and age I know how to function a computer, I see this now. However, is it really necessary that I have the ability to hack websites, make gif. images, or change the font on my blog? Because that seems a bit excessive. Times font has never steered me in any wrong direction. Ever.
So I guess that was me coming to terms with my awkwardness. You should all congratulate me on my progress.
On an unrelated note, there is a band I want you all to like. Right now.
Silversun Pickups. They are fantastic and glorious and all things I enjoy. Since you are all obviously trying to be me (that was a joke) you have to enjoy their work. Right now. As I have said before. Here's some information about them:
The band comprises lead vocalist and guitarist Brian Aubert, vocalist and bassist Nikki Monninger, drummer Christopher Guanlao and keyboardist Joe Lester.
And they are awesome.
That's all you NEED to know... when have I ever given you deep and insightful knowledge about anyone other than myself anyway?
To continue this theme of "Emma is the coolest person ever--or at least, believes she is" here is my favorite song by this group currently:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YiUXl0TwR8

ENJOY. I LOVE YOU. RIGHT NOW.


PS-- Not all hope is lost! I successfully posted a link just there!

Random Excerpt From A Story In My Head...Part 1

So, when my brain is otherwise engaged in things that aren't my school work, this happens. Random bits and bobs of stories. But if I actually finished one it might be nice. Just type whatever comes to my mind and bits and bob's your uncle!
So... here's a random excerpt from a story in my head.

Random Excerpt From A Story In My Head

“Cut the racket,” Jim said to me, “Quit your pretentious babbling and work like the rest of us.” For all of two seconds I thought he might have been serious, but then I remembered he was Jim—Jim was never serious. Sure enough, he soon broke into a grin he’d obviously been trying to suppress. “C’mon, Regina, like I don’t want to hear you talk politics. Everyone loves to hear you talk politics!” He yelled sarcastically, laughing.
“Well, I’m sorry you don’t care about our nation’s government, Jim, I really am,” I parried easily, “But some of us might be bothered by national collapse! When America reaches its ultimate downfall, I’d at least like to know why.”
“I care! Of course I do. I just don’t think I can take anymore of you talking about it is all… you’re so unbelievably biased.”
“I—I…Alright, I am. But I’m also right.”
“Oh, always,” he snickered, “You’ve never been wrong.”
“I don’t like your tone, sir!”
“I don’t like that we aren’t playing yet!” Tom interjected.
“Then do something about it.” I challenged, squinting at him.
“I think I will!” He turned the volume up on his amp and began plucking a G note on his bass. It sounded moderately feeble and delicate without the accompaniment of drums and guitar. Jim and I instantly started laughing. “What? What?!”
“Nothing, Tom.”
“What?”
“Let’s just play the song.” As I said it, I slammed my foot down on the kick drum.
“Keep doing that,” Jim directed suddenly, “I have an idea.”

EL FIN.

So... just thought I would share that with you, just in case all the school-related posts were getting on your nerves.

Mr. Jeff...

When was the last time you wrote to your favorite English teacher? For me, it was about a week ago, when my friend Danielle helped me compose a letter to the ultimate teacher-in-training, Mr. Martin. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Then again, maybe I don't... it's so humorous it's hazardous.

Mr. Jeff,

How are you doing? I am fine. Just dreading the end of English class, which is approaching quicker than I would like. In reality, I would like that day to never approach, but that is an unrealistic expectation. Danielle is messing with my stuff. And by stuff I mean this paper. It is borderline infuriating. (That was an exaggeration. In actuality I found it humorous.) Now she is giving me a look that says, “You had better not be writing about me.” Well, sorry Danielle.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch… Well while she is in a time out for talking about me I will talk to you. Never mind I have to work.

I am no longer in time-out. Huzzah! Oh wait, I’m supposed to attempt relevance this time. So… nice weather we’re having today, right? I don’t actually know; I wrote this previous to the current date. If you think about it, this letter is a time-traveler! Then again… aren’t we all? Never mind, I guess I’ve been watching too many episodes of ‘Doctor Who’. Man, I am horrible at small-talk. This is not something I should list on my résumé.

New paragraph which is slightly better than the previous two! Second sentence! So, I couldn’t help but notice that your CD is completely awesome. I just thought you should know that, you know, in case nobody’s ever told you before (which is unlikely). The third track is completely brilliant, by the way. I guess that’s why you named the album after it. But I don’t want you to get a big head, so I shall cease my flattery.

I am positive that you have noticed how many short sentences are in this paper. I apologize for this, but I am afraid that I am not completely immersed in writing this at the moment. There are just some distracting things involving a certain noun hitting the fan. Nothing too drastic. Mostly school-related. Another burst of fragmented sentences. None of them really for dramatic effect. Oh well, I trust you won’t be grading this, because that would probably make you a nazi. Like your driving instructor.

What are you talking about?

Nazis. So you know; the usual.

That’s not weird at all.

Not in Germany, it’s not! In fact, from my personal experience, Germans are typically over-apologetic about that whole thing. Which is good, I suppose, but awkward when you have no reason to bring it up. Plus, it’s not as though all of modern Germany is responsible for what happened in the 1930’s! Oops… rambling again.

Stop this insanity at once!

No need to be so aggressive, Danielle. Cool your jets.

Sorry but I do not have jets.

…touché.

No, no I win.

…That’s what touché means.

No it means a draw………………………………………………………………

*googles definition/origin* “to commend someone on a clever response to an argument.”

Touché

I commend your “touché”, Danielle. In fact, I touché it. So, we are French experts now, non?

Pas de touché……. Say, Mr. Martin do you know what “Fits my life to a tee” means?

--Because we do. Our technology teacher is unclear on the meaning of “to a tee”, but we are aware of its definition.

Alright, the substitute keeps giving me puzzled looks for not working on anything applicable to this class, so perhaps I should go. Well, we should go. Thank you for existing, and reading our random letters… and answering our extraneous questions!

I bid thee adieu.

~Emma Percival Wulfric Brian Hurt (Fictional pseudonym)

(Dumbledore's middle names)

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

I find it silly that I have to copyright the footnote references.

Bragging A Bit...

Bonjour, mon amie...s! Recently I was told to write an essay showing a life experience that shaped me into who I am, so I did. There were a lot of other rules too, but I'm not going to get into that. It might lessen the quality of my writing for you if you knew how hard I worked on it...

And, without further ado, MY ESSAY:

When asked what I was good at, I really did not have a clue what to say. In our modern and free-spoken society, where people are chastised for acknowledging their own talents and constantly accused of being self-absorbed, it really goes against the grain. We’re all so afraid of being labeled as egotistical that we pretend not to have any skills at all for a great portion of our lives. But now I have a grip on the reality of the situation: it’s acceptable for me to recognize my own talents—admirable even. And now that I have a grasp on these abilities, I can use them to my advantage, and use them to shape myself into an exceptional (or at least permissible) human being.

One experience that has made it slightly easier for me to admit that I have any sort of talents would be my first real gig with the band I’m in, The Monks. It was in early September of 2009, and incidentally the same day I joined the band. Immediately after the first song we practiced they announced that I was to sing a brand new song that night. To pull this off, I would have to memorize all the lyrics, guitar parts, and location of the gig within the hour window I had before the show. It seemed pretty impossible; most especially since I’d never sang a full song in front of anyone since I was three. But I did it. It was horrifying initially, and more intimidating than anything else I had previously encountered, but instantly when we started play the song I just knew it. The guitar playing might have been a little haphazard, sure, but I was able to recount all the lyrics in a rhythmic, musical way, and I consider that to be a huge victory. That success inspired me to pursue music in a whole new manner, and I’ve gained a lot from it.

If you had the ability to look through any memory in my mind, you would find that all memories in which I am proud of myself coincide in one big way: they all involve me doing something artistic. I generally only use the right side of my brain, which is great in most circumstances, but not entirely practical. Regardless, utilizing next to everything artistic isn’t deleterious in the least. I can sketch decently, write, paint, sing, play guitar (and a little piano), and sculpt a little. I live solely to attempt making something out of nothing. Which means it’s only natural that I want to become a professional musician.

I’ve always liked the idea of being a musician. I pretty much came out of the womb with the desire to sing to people. There was a little dead-time between ages three and eight for my musical aspirations, due to my randomly acquired timidity. Alas, after those wasted years I rediscovered my love for the performing arts, and am currently embarking on the magical journey of recording my music. This magical journey corresponds swimmingly with my ideal job (to be a professional musician). Music in general is so irresistible to me. I love how you can derive so much emotion just by plucking a few strings on a guitar, or hitting a couple chords on a piano—it’s amazing. And I feel really lucky to instinctually comprehend music more than the average bear. Having the resources to hone my musical abilities hasn’t hurt either, come to think of it.

Despite my preliminary objection to recognize that I have any sort of skill, in writing this short essay I’ve made peace with the notion that I can be proud of myself but maintain some sort of humility throughout. This realization should ultimately make me a happier person, and make writing a résumé far less painful to accomplish. Overall, I am glad I was asked “what are you good at.” It’s given me the opportunity to answer the question for myself.

THE END...

I love you all so much.

So much it's creepy.

Hullo!

And you thought you'd gotten rid of me. That's adorable.
No, I will force myself into your life one way or another. Whether it be by facebook link to this post, or mysterious note on your science teacher's board (with a written link to this post), or a similar note in your briefcase or purse, OR sneaking into your bedroom while you sleep and whispering the name of my blog into your ear for six months. Probably the latter, actually. In my personal experience, working my way into your dreams and planting a thought there has ALWAYS been effective. Remember that time you decided it would be a good idea to play tennis? I can't stop laughing about it.
Also, note my reference to "Inception" up there. I am a master of subtlety.
But I digress.
Life for me has been very interesting as of late, not that you care. I've been offered an opportunity to record some of my music in a STUDIO, which is kind of really, really, really awesome-- not gonna lie. All I have to do to accomplish this is record a few songs and email them to a cool, hilarious man by the name of Austin Kovac (who is in charge of this whole operation). This is, of course, a wonderful thing to have sprung up. Unfortunately, it doesn't jell very well with my perpetual state of procrastination. Mind you, he suggested this about a month and a half ago. Still waiting to record, for various reasons. Now that I'm ready, my guitar (Harrison) is under the weather. Sad series-of-days.
At this time I would like to ungracefully transition to the topic of Harry Potter, because I'm a dork. As everyone who isn't living in a bomb shelter is probably aware, the newest installment of the series was just released, and if I don't see it within the next week I will convince Ralph Finnes (using my handy-dandy inception skills) to murder someone (via the avada kadavra curse). Also, has anyone but me noticed the connection between 'kadavra' and 'cadaver'? Just saying, I think that's no coincidence. Anyway, I think the first half of the two-part finale will be amazing and epic (and I NEVER use the word epic, so that's a big deal). And the cast gets better-looking every time. Perhaps magically so, Daniel Radcliffe has blossomed into an attractive young gentleman that I don't think of solely as 'Harry Potter' anymore. Still, I hope to see him do something else in the future, and not wear glasses. Only THEN will I be absolutely certain he isn't secretly a wizard disguised as an actor.
Alright, I'll yap at you people later. Adieu.

Doctor Deviations...

http://emazinglyso.deviantart.com/gallery/

Hey, because I'm a struggling deviant-artist, it would mean the world to me if you checked out my stuff. I'll be posting actual DRAWINGS soon, so look out for that. Alright, that's the last thing I'll be asking of you guys for a while.

PS-- Please come and see The Monks at Regal Cinema! Okay, NOW I'm done. <3

A Certain Bay, On 'Doomsday'...

Read my last blog entry BEFORE this, if you please. (Hooray, back-story to my madness!)

"DOOMSDAY" Moment of Epic:

The Doctor: I'm burning up a sun, just to say goodbye.
Rose Tyler: You look like a ghost.
The Doctor: Hold on. *Sonics control panel and appears solid*
Rose Tyler: Can I tou--
The Doctor: --I'm still just an image. No touch.
Rose Tyler: Can you come through properly?
The Doctor: The whole thing would fracture...two universes would collapse.
Rose Tyler: So?
The Doctor: *smiles appreciatively* Where are we? Where did the gap come out?
Rose Tyler: We're in Norway.
The Doctor: Norway, right.
Rose Tyler: 'Bout fifty miles out of Bergen. It's called 'Dårlig Ulv Stranden'.
The Doctor: Dalek?
Rose Tyler: Dårlig... it's Norwegian for "bad". This translates to "Bad Wolf Bay". *laughs, then starts crying* How long have you got?
The Doctor: About two minutes.
Rose Tyler: I can't think of what to say!
The Doctor: *grins* You've still got Mr. Mickey, then!
Rose Tyler: There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey...and the baby.
The Doctor: *is peculiarly horrified* You're not...
Rose Tyler: No! Heh, it's mom.
The Doctor: *is relieved at this news*
Rose Tyler: Three months one more Tyler's on the way...
The Doctor: What about YOU?
Rose Tyler: Yeah, I'm...back working in the shop.
The Doctor: Oh, good for you.
Rose Tyler: Shut up! No I'm not... So the Torchwood on this planet's open for business. Think I know a thing or two about aliens.
The Doctor: Rose Tyler: Defender of the Earth... you're dead-- officially--back home. So many people died that day, and you've gone missing. You're on the list of the dead. Here you are! Living your life, day after day: The one adventure I can never have.
Rose Tyler: *is sobbing* Am I ever gonna see you again?
The Doctor: You can't.
Rose Tyler: But what're you gonna do?
The Doctor: I've got a TARDIS... same old life, Last of the Timelords.
Rose Tyler: On your own?
The Doctor: *nods*
Rose Tyler: I--*cries*-- I LOVE you.
The Doctor: Quite right too. And I suppose...if it's my last chance to say it... Rose Tyler,---*disappears*


_____________________________

Me: *sobs hysterically*
Clare: *hands me tissue box*

That was the craziest, most amazing moment in television. The actors carried it so well-- the very SECOND Billie Piper started crying I was in tears. And then David just had to make me cry harder. Dang it, David. Your acting is so fantastical it brought me to hysterics. Not like, frivolous, "chick-flick" tears, but genuine, racking sobs, as if I was there, feeling it. Side-note: That was INDEED a lot of commas. Also, I'm not sure that really is Norwegian for "bay", Russell. Watch yourself.

Alright, NOW I am done.

Picture credit: http://sheldonsands.deviantart.com/ Brilliant stuff. Check it out!

Monks, Cracks, Fezzes, and Doomsday... (the life of a semi-cool nerd)

"The Monks: Concert coming up Aug. 12th. at REGAL CINEMAS at VALLEY RIVER CENTER!!!! 10:00 - 11:45. this is a concert for the midnight showing of SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD starring Michael Cera"

These words are simply the business. I'm not sure if it's ever come up, but The Monks1 is a fantabulous band that I am in, so whoever is reading this needs to stop for a second to get a pen, and write the date on their calender. Got it? Good. Done being a desperate musician now.

Back to loverly, nerd things2!

So, given a few weeks to ponder the series 5 finale, I've decided things. FIVE things, to be exact:

1) Matt Smith is now completely cemented as The Doctor for me.

2) Stephen Moffat let his cracks distract from and mask a lot of potential awesomeness.

3) Rory Williams is a fantastic and realistic character, bringing me to four:

4) Arthur Darvill exists in a perpetual state of amazing, and is extremely versatile in his acting.

5) The fanfic opportunities for these characters are astoundingly vast, which means they should have little trouble writing actual EPISODES for said strong characters. This could go on forever (and I truly wish it would).

.........................................

Furthermore, it's just plain awesome. LOVED Matt Smith's scene in "The Big Bang", when he told Amelia the story of that box which is/was the "bluest blue...ever". It was great to see that kind of wise, thoughtful moment in what seemed such a rushed episode. It made everything (the paradoxes, the meaningless rambles, random appearances for appearances sake, and loss of a fabulous fez3) in the finale more, well, "timey-wimey" and less "wibbly-wobbly". I love when 'Doctor Who' gets all 'Doctor Who'. That's the BEST way I could phrase that, because nothing is even comparable to it.

So really, you could say I thought it was great. Not completely EPIC, but pretty great. Great Doctor moments really make up for the plot holes and unanswered questions, so thank you Matt Smith. Thank you ever-so much.

Final note: My loverly--best word ever-- friend Clare "forced" me to watch the greatest DW finale EVER, "Doomsday". Yeah, I cried. I flippin' bawled. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I'm sure there's not a soul who didn't at least WANT to. I'll post the dialogue very very soon, because it fills my heart with a baffling amount of warm-fuzzies and loss. Oddly, I love this feeling.

Well, that's what's happening today. Ahh, the life of a semi-cool nerd.


1 Note how I made the band name a bright color, to really draw your attention. This is all code for: SEE US PLAY. SERIOUSLY. DO IT.
2 Meaning? "Doctor Who", of course.
3 So getting a fez now. "fezzes are cool".

Picture credit: http://sheldonsands.deviantart.com/
'TARDIS Travel' created by me.
'The Monks' cartoon cover credit Andrew Blumm (lead guitarist and--the other-- lead-singer), who is the business.
El fin.

The Two Ponds...

"Where have the ducks gone?"

The Doctor: What is THAT?!
Amy: It's a duck pond!
The Doctor: Why aren't there any ducks?
Amy: I don't know--there's never any ducks!
The Doctor: Than how do you know it's a duck pond?
Amy: It just is! Is it important, the duck pond?
The Doctor: I don't know. Why would I know?

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Hint hint! They've all been sucked into that scary crack in your wall/the entire universe!

Sucks for you...

______________________________________

Oh, "Doctor Who", I just couldn't let you be. I love you too much. Thank you BBC!

(Rhymes? :D)

Image semi-gracefully smashed together by Emma Hurt. Don't jack my stuff, 7 people who read this! XD

The eventual decline of facebook...yet to occur.

Honestly, I am amazed at how much time young people (myself somewhat included) spend looking at pictures of other people's vacations and reading the h0-hum thoughts and rambles of people they rarely actually speak with.

Yep. That's my rant of the day. But still I thank facebook(C) for the ability to share things like THIS with hundreds of people:



(My fist in Sora's face)

"Holy WOW, woman! Can you have THAT MUCH to say?!"

To address the title, as I often do, this quotation was a legitimate reaction to my blog. And the answer is 'yes'. I do have a lot to say. Even Tiny Tennant is aware of this!

{"...It's true. She babbles."}
................../

......

And yes, I HAVE befriended a Tiny Tennant. You are all incredibly envious. And I am incredibly presumptuous.

So life (outside the Who Front. I know! I would be surprised to find out I had a life too!) has been fairly stress-filled for being so uneventful. Summer's here, and that's relaxing and all, but I've been undergoing a series of changes as far as my "professional" life, such as multiple solo-gigs (Yes, SOLO. Bandless. :.( ), one in front of the Mayor. That particular Mayor-related episode featured me forgetting the second verse to the easiest song EVER a.k.a. Green Day's "Good Riddance". It was a rousing rendition in which I sang things like, "I'm just going to mumble the rest of this verse", and "I learned this song yesterday because I thought it would be good for a graduation!". Mortification? Yes, at first. But given a few days to recover, I taught myself to be as amused as my audience was. I have to admit, I made a pretty decent recovery. Well, that's showbiz for ya.

I'll leave you now to ponder on my failure/success. Have fun wasting your valuable time wondering what it was like-- meanwhile, I'll be watching Jon Stewart and picking out some jammies (because only the cool kids can call pyjamas "jammies"...not like a Jammie Dodger. Don't confuse this term, mate! Don't you do it.). Loves!

Some Finality. (The new season captured)

Since the first Doctor we've watched on our television screens, a lot has happened. There's been a lot of change for both us, and the last of the time lords. It's been interesting. But let's get serious, here: Do you like my colorful Doctor montage? See, I get to the important issues, don't I? Man, I've been using a lot of rhetorical questions in my writing recently. Just try to ignore that, will you? Thanks.

So, just getting this out there, but was anyone else kind of disappointed with "The Hungry Earth"? I mean, it was intriguing throughout, but the entire episode just felt like Iron Man 2 did to me. It was all character set-up and drawn out suspense scenes. But don't misunderstand me, I still enjoyed the episode. I just felt it was a tad unnecessary, since all the events in "Cold Blood" didn't need that vast of a back-story. Speaking of, " was great. I absolutely ADORE the the Silurians ("Homo reptilia who were Earth's first intelligent inhabitants, cold-blood reptilians with a lifespan of over three centuries who developed a civilisation at least 300 million years before human beings evolved"--BBC Website). Also, I'd like you to note how the legitimate website for the show miss-spelled the word "civilization", and wrote 'cold-blood', rather than 'cold-blooded'. Yes, I AM that particular with spelling and grammar. I have to be. But I digress. Anyway, these Silurians are much more impressive than those of the good old days. Oh, Special Defects, how I love thee.

<-- Alaya is such a bad-ass, and it's awesome.

So, I think I should take a break from "Who Reviews" for a bit, to appeal to half of my readers who have yet to witness how great this season has been. To help prevent myself from further elaboration, I've put together this list of biased opinions on every episode of this season I've seen (and one I haven't yet). Oh, and it's in order of my own favoritism, not in the proper airing order. Here we go:

1. "Amy's Choice": mostly a character episode, which I LOVE. To me it doesn't really matter how impossible or silly the plot is when you've got fun, solid characters. I love them so. Toby Jones was so brilliant in this as the Doctor's dark side 'The Dream Lord'. His delivery was impeccable the entire time (Ex.: "...I've seen your dreams-- some of them twice! Blimey, I'd blush if I had a blood supply...or a real face :D ."). LOVE.

2. "The Eleventh Hour": Again, character episode done right. A great blend of action, humor, and plot establishment. Just a joy...and very fairy-tale.

3. "The Doctor and Vincent": I haven't actually seen this wholly, but I already love it. I'm a HUGE fan of Van Gogh (the man's a genius), and in every scene I've watched with Tony Curran (who plays Vincent) is phenomenal. The resemblance on screen is uncanny.


4. "Flesh and Stone": Fantastic moments of Weeping Angels, River Song, and Amy/Doctor talks? More of that please! River at first put me off a bit as a character, despite my love for Alex Kingston. She was very keen to hammer in our brains that she knew oh-so much more than The Doctor did, which bothered not only our beloved Gallifreyan, but me as well. Now she's grown on me.

5. "The Time of Angels": Very similar sentiments about this one, though I could've done without the angels randomly neck-snapping all over the place. My love for Moffat can't distract me from how not-weeping-angel-like that bit was... he took the greatest, most interesting thing about them, and made it circumstantial. Still, he DID create them in the first place.

6. "Vampires of Venice": Hilarious, mainly. Helen McCrory was brilliant in it; oddly my favorite scene with her was Rosanna Calvierri's freak-out on the staircase over her damaged perception filter. Gold. Absolute Gold. Not to mention the many exchanges between Rory and The Doctor:

7. "The Beast Below": Sophie Okonedo was delightful in this as Liz 10. By the end I did believe she was "the bloody queen, mate. Basically, I rule." The Star-Whale bit with Amy was loverly as well. And I declare the hug between The Doctor and Amy to be the cutest hug ever executed.

8. "Cold Blood": You know what? We've already done this. Good. Night.

9. "The Hungry Earth": This too has been established already, but I'd like to congratulate Alun Raglan for being really interesting in the small part of Mo. I'd like to see him in other things. Oh, and I adore Neve McIntosh as well. Again, Alaya was such a bad-ass. Brilliant.

10. "Victory of the Daleks": I don't really know why I wasn't particularly interested in this one. I found the plot clever and really liked the idea of the Daleks creating people to accomplish their universal domination. So much so, in fact, that I wrote out the first half of a two-part story on the subject of a half-Dalek-Technology family (including a father with a broken body-clock). And Ian McNeice was a brilliant Chruchill, as a side-note. Still, the actual episode didn't stick out for me.

EL FIN.

Rory Respected.

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Rory Williams... what a character. What. A. Character. Such a fantastic, truthful idea of a man. Silly as it is, today I would like to quickly pay my respects to the fictional nurse.

Honestly, Rory made me really happy, and Arthur's depiction of him was more than brilliant. He was so believable! And the ideal friend and fiancée as well. I mean, you know you've got your hands on a good man when his only faults are being nervous and insecure. He died honorably, from what I've heard. In America we haven't gotten to "Cold Blood" yet, so I haven't seen Arthur Darvill take a shot for The Doctor yet. I am positive, however, that it will be incredibly well-done. After watching "Amy's Choice" a few days ago, I came to the conclusion that I adore this season. But I digress. The point is, Rory has been amazing, and I will be sad to see him go. Still... there's always that Doctor/Amy thing all the fan-girls have been going on about since the very start. A relationship between those two could be very promising indeed. I look forward to that.


Quote of the day:
"So, I'm about to hit an old woman with a stick... which isn't something I've done before..."
(Arthur Darvill, 'Arthurian Legend Confidential')


PS-- The Doctor Who Confidential for "Amy's Choice" was AMAZING.

'Doctor Who' belongs to the BBC... obviously. Rory photo credit to me, and River Song image provided by google. POW!

Gaga, ooh la la...

Well, it's official. I've converted into a Gaga fan. It was something I'd never say I saw coming, with my strong dislike for everything "Just Dance" or "Poker Face" related. Alack (best word ever), here am I, not really a "Little Monster", but a fan all the same. Alright, enough of this "confession" and over-used quotation marks! Time for fun Doctor-y stuff!

So the Doctor's expression is completely and totally bonkers, yes? But isn't that the best thing about him? Is it weird that I'm only phrasing the first sentences of my paragraph as questions? Am I going to answer that last one? Absolutely, and absolutely. So, the other day I had a pathetic epiphany: The Doctor seems to only own two shirts, two jackets, two pairs of trousers, and (of course) two bow ties; and they all match each other quite fetchingly. Red and blue. I do wonder if Matt Smith will ever be seen on camera with another color... not to say I don't enjoy the reds and blues just fine, because I really do admire the look. And I'd like to congratulate the man on making bow ties far more acceptable to and on young people. But I digress. I'm just curious as to how he gets those two ensembles clean... unless the TARDIS just does it for him, because she's such a sweetie like that... I'm such a nerd.

<--- Look at my bow tie (And wonderfully stupid expression filled with importance and thoughtfulness).

You can never accuse me of not being dedicated to my interests.

Well, I can see you have places to go and things to see... perhaps other blogs to read, even. So, this is where I leave you, scarred with the image of me in a bow tie. Sorry, man.

In french, if you please.

BEHOLD! This is how my friend Willow (who is a genius) and I spend our time... well, our time dedicated to school. This is basically her french assignment, for which I did the visual presentation, under careful supervision and direction. The idea is absolutely credited to Willow. I just drew on Windows Paint. Oh, and if you click on it, it gets bigger.





Rough translation:
-What are you doing?
-I bought a (Dinosaur)!
-Why?
-Because... it cost 9 euros!
-*excessive dots*
-That's super cheap! That's super cool!

Hope you found that glorious, or at the very least, it made you smile.