Monday, December 13, 2010

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.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

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.

Friday, July 30, 2010

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*


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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).
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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 grea
t. 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.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

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...
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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

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

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)

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

"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."}
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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.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

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!

Friday, June 4, 2010

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.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

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.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Today.

Back to the good ol' days! The days where I would blog only about my dull, average life. Those were the golden days, weren't they? So very swell.

Well... right now I'm watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban, and my favorite moment: when they use the time-turner and Harry just goes, "This is not normal--"
Also, Hermione's punch was excellent. Just saying.
Let's see... I recently discovered my personal life is in a state of disarray which is beyond my control. On every level, I feel complicated. It's kind of ridiculous, really. Not one facet of my life is safe from the complications-- it's like there's some sort of crack in time and space which is totally killing everything (vague Doctor Who reference). Goodness me. I think my best bet is to invent a new sort of blogging which is sweet and to the point (like twitter) but not exceptionally pointless and dull (like twitter). It'll be great, just you see. Just you wait and see.

So yeah, I won't get into it much more than that. Everything's just confusing. By the way, you're welcome for taking away that two to four minutes of your time just to read my rambly nonsense. I only did it out of love.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

For weeping out loud, get yourself together!

An obvious punny reference to the Doctor Who creatures, Weeping Angels. And yes, I was talking to myself. You see, I am now absolutely sold on the Who Front, and couldn't stop watching if I wanted to. Alright, I'll cease my childish gushing and get down to the review, if I can even call it that-- I am horribly biased.


Well, for starters, I'd like to agree with Stephen Moffat's description of Matt Smith's meshing with the role. Barmy and quite physical, the new Doctor does indeed possess 'Doctorness'. Among his many ingenious works, Moffat can now proudly add coining that wonderful phrase to his massive list of accomplishments. Ah, Stephen Moffat, what an impressive résumé you must have. But I digress.
All in all, I've read next to every review on the new Doctor, and his companion (the loverly Amelia Pond), and am now so tired of the word 'chemistry'. Not one person who has seen the show is daft enough not to see the chemistry there!
Just enjoy the marvelous way their friendship seeps into the performance, friends.

I've heard many outrageous things in my life, but one of the more outrageous would be the critics suggesting there is no emotion behind Matt Smith and Karen Gillan's acting. There is next to nothing but emotion there, good sirs! Well, the perfect amount of emotion, essentially. It's enough to sustain the fans who feed off their compatibility, but not too much as to distract from the plot, theme, or even monsters. I'd say Matt and Karen have perfected the balance of like-mindedness and drama. Together, they are an unstoppable force of entertainment...what about apart?
I definitely sense that Matt's an entertainer to boot. He does seem ever-so unnerved by all the screaming fans who crowd him (who wouldn't be), but then he settles on stage and just charms us all to no end. Let's face it, the man's a true professional. He's a legitimate actor, with more than one big project in the bag, and more than one trick still up his sleeve. We all see endless promise in you, Matt. Even those of us who refuse to look at it.

Karen seems to hold her own as well. After observing a few interviews featuring her, I've come to the conclusion that she definitely more than deserves the part of Amy Pond. She's charismatic, and lively, and I think that really bleeds into her portrayal of the character. She just seems very humble and natural preforming. It's good stuff. It's very good stuff.

Well, I'm done now. Perhaps I'll have a different topic to discuss next time, and if not-- well, I tried.


To my three approx. readers: Watch 'Doctor Who', the longest running television show in history, on BBC America. You won't ever regret it. I pinky swear.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Bwa-ha-ha... What? Who? Ohh...

As always, I will now address my title. A great deal of things have been unfurling in my life recently, such as my lack of ability when it comes to writing "serious" songs, and my closet obsession with Doctor Who, to name a...couple. 'A few' would've sounded better, but let's face it- it would've been much too wordy. Back to that obsession of mine, The new Doctor could never ever be wordy enough for me. Clare will be angered and perhaps dumbfounded, but I quite like Matt Smith. However I didn't see all of David Tennant's run. I have a precious few episodes of his, and cannot pretend to be an expert on the show itself-- just a new adoring fan. And with it's huge following that I've only just discovered, I think I shan't be as special as I thought. Now allow me a short review, if you will.
The new season is brilliant, in my opinion. Say what you will about Mr. Smith, or even the sweet Ms. Gillan, Moffat was a great choice for it. I think Stephen Moffat will bring some wonderful creatures and mysteries to the table, and give all these Who fans what they deserve. That said, I believe the characters to be brilliant. Like many out there, I see that chemistry between Matt and Karen which just makes scenes so much easier on the eyes, even when the two are covered in "sick" after being ejected from the mouth of a Star Whale. All in all, so far, so good. I'm definitely in for the rest of the season.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

"Barbara...She Looks Just Like My Mom."

I enjoy capatlizing the first letter of words, okay? Don't judge me. Oh, too late.
So, my life has been dandy in the past few months of silence, and I've decided I should begin to blog more regularly. We'll see how that plays out. (Most likely...not well.)
So the reason behind this title is my newfound love for Regina Spektor. I adore "Chemo Limo", but my first favorite was "Better". The woman's a genius. It's as simple as that. Her sound is so incredibly and wonderfully unique, not to mention an awesome thing to behold as a fellow musician. You cannot help but respect (or ReSpekt) what she's doing with music. But I digress, this is a review for another time.
I simply want to remind you three readers (approx.) of my existance. And now I slip away!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Don't Blink (A Comedic Replay of the Fantastic Episode)

I'd like to start this off by thanking my loverly friend Clare for exposing me to things I would never watch when left to my own devices.
You see, we were hanging out at her house, enjoying a spectacular lunch, when she suggested we watch the BBC show 'Doctor Who'. This is a show which she owns several newer seasons of, and action figures of both Rose and The Doctor- and a killer sonic screwdriver.


Clare, out of the goodness of her heart, suggested we watch the episode 'Blink', which features enough genuinely scary things for me to- quite frankly- almost pee myself. She gave me only the knowledge beforehand that this episode is widely regarded as one of the very best episodes of the show in the history of time. I was intrigued. Unbeknownst to me, this seemingly insignificant decision would change my world forever. Dramatic? Absolutely.
There was your introductory paragraph; I hope you found it satisfactory.
"FUN" Facts:

~"Blink" is the tenth episode of the series
~It was broadcast on the ninth of June, 2007 (So this is very very late...)
~It was written by Steven Moffat (who is brilliant)
~It focuses mainly on the character Sally Sparrow (with the help of her mate's brother, Larry (whom I adore))
~The Doctor is shown very little, and when you do in fact see him, he is typically on a television screen

Now, back to that story:
So Clare and I sat down on her couch, I myself clutching onto a bag of 'Pirate's Booty' (which
is delicious, in my very right opinion). Three minutes into the episode, she began warning me of the "creepiness" to come. She revealed to me that it was going to be startling, and she was more than right.

Our protagonist, Sally Sparrow, is a photographer with a knack for ignoring signs that say 'Do Not Enter'. She likes frightening old houses too, explaining to her friend (Kathy Nightingale) that she enjoys these things because "Sad is like happy...for deep people". Though the mood went from sad to scary in a split second, when Sally begins to tear loose wallpaper from the wall. This reveals a message, warning her of a certain 'Weeping Angel', from a man called 'The Doctor', and telling her to duck (which she does with hesitation. I personally wouldn't have waited as long as she did to do so). At once after she does finally duck, a giant rock hits the wall where her head was. The camera takes on Sally's perspective, looking out into the garden, and we see a statue of an angel, covering its eyes as if it were crying (or weeping. *cough cough*).

Sally appears as frightened as me at this point. She visits her friend Kathy around midnight, presumably using a key, since Kathy had no clue this would happen. While brewing some tea, Sally looks up only to meet Kathy's brother, Larry. I say 'meet', but really Larry just sleep-walks into the room, completely starkers. Sally is a nice girl, so she doesn't chuck the kettle at his tired skull. He realizes she's there, then points between his hips and asks, in the most hopeful voice he could muster in his tired state, "Okay...Not sure, but really hopin'......pants?" Oh, Larry. No. No pants. When you're conscious, this will be embarrassing to remember.

So Sally brings her friend Kathy with her back to the 'Scooby-Doo' house, for reasons we normal people may never understand. She shows Kathy the message from The Doctor, and Kathy seems unimpressed by its creepiness, and is too focused on that pretty statue in the yard to be phased by such silly things anyway. Yes, there is another shot of the statue, which Sally thinks is closer to the house this day than the day before. Once again, Kathy seems too nonplussed by this news. The door bell rings. The two girls debate whether or not to answer it, with arguments such as: "What if it's a burglar?" "A burglar who rings the door bell?"

Sally goes to answer it, while Kathy (once again for no apparent or sensible reason) stays behind in the room, her back to the creeping statue. At the door is a man claiming to be Kathy's grandson, with a letter from Kathy stating that she was sent back in time. Sally doesn't take this well, much like I didn't take to the shots of the Angel Statue following Kathy, with arm outstretched.

After searching the house madly (and seeing four angel statues in a room upstairs, one holding a Yale key, which Sally quickly snatches), she realizes the man was not lying, and takes the letter with trembling hands. A short scene featuring Kathy and her new husband from the 1920's in Hull ensues, and ends too quickly, sending us back to the present. Sally visits Kathy's grave, making it all much too real to us. And who should be lurking behind her in the distance but the WEEPING ANGEL. It doesn't attack her right then, it just unnerves me to no end. Now, we as the audience are positive this statue is bad news. And we now know it can stalk Sally Sparrow all around town, not just in that freaking freaky house.

Kathy also requests in the letter that her brother be told she loves him. This means we get to see that Larry fellow again (maybe he'll have pants this time!). Upon visiting the DVD rental store where Larry Nightingale works, we find that he is obsessed with DVD extras, called 'Easter Eggs' (and that he is, in fact, wearing pants). But not just any 'easter eggs', my friends. He has documented these, which are found on seventeen unrelated DVDs, each featuring one man calling himself 'The Doctor'. This man, according to our estudeous Larry, seems to be having half of a conversation with the viewer. The second Larry leaves the room, the easter egg suddenly un-pauses itself, beginning an explanation involving "wibbly-wobbly...timey-wimey...stuff." "Started well, that sentence," Sally says to the television with a smirk. "It got away from me...yeah." The Doctor seemingly replies. This makes Sally freak her freak. "Okay, that was weird. You're talking like you can hear me." "Well I can hear you." "Okay that's enough of that!" Sally exclaims followed by a long rant about her long day, boo-hoo.

Larry walks in on her wigging out at his TV. He gives her a list of the seventeen DVDs with the easter eggs, since he mistakes her fear for interest. Sally tells the disbelieving Larry his sister loves him, then begins to leave. As she exits, she hears an employee shouting at the screen hysterically, "Go to the police, you stupid woman! Why does nobody ever go to the police?!"
Sally's a smart girl. She can take a hint.


Now she's on the move, destination: The Police Station. As to be expected, the weeping angels (because now there are four of them) are located right across the street from there. This does not go unnoticed by Sally, and in the blink of an eye, they are gone. Sally is just about to freak her freak again when a young attractive detective approaches her. His name is Billy Shipton, and he is intent on getting a drink with her. She, the polite girl that she is, tries with difficulty to keep this investigation on track without talk of dinner dates. Billy takes her to an impound lot, where there are many many cars that once belonged to visitors of the Wester Drumlins (AKA Scooby-Doo) house. In this lot, there is also a locked fake police box, which Billy seems to think was left there as a joke. Once again, Billy Shipton asks for a drink, because "life is short, and [she is] hot." Sally gives him her number, than leaves- but not before telling him her name is "Sally Shipton- SPARROW! Sally Sparrow!" and running away embarassedly. Now Billy is all alone, smiling to himself. He turns around to find Weeping Angels surrounding him, approaches one of them, and blinks. The scary violins screech at me, and I stare unblinkingly at Clare's television.

Camera cuts to Sally Sparrow, who is crossing a street in the rain. She suddenly remembers what Billy said about the police box being locked, and makes the connection that the key she snatched could go with it. She runs back, only to find the absence of Billy, and a sense of loss. Then, her cell rings. It's Billy. Sally meets with him at a hospital, to find him much changed. He has grown into an old man. Billy explains to Sally that he was sent back to 1969, where he met The Doctor, who asked him to relay a message to her. The message was to "look at the list", which Sally thinks is total rubbish at first. What list? The list of seventeen DVDs, of course. All with the same man: The Doctor. Billy had apparently got a job in DVD publishing, and placed the easter eggs on those disks. Sally is genuinely thrilled that something makes sense, but wonders what will become of Billy. He tells her that they would only see each other that night- the night he dies. "It's kept me going; I am an old sick man, but I've had something to look forward to. *Sigh* Life is long...and you are hot."
This is so emotionally touching for reasons I can't fully comprehend. They've only just met, mind you. Well, from our and Sally's perspective, that is. Billy has been waiting a very long time, carrying the knowledge that he would die that night when the rain stopped. Sally waits with him, until the sun shines through the blinds in the hospital room. But now her work begins.

She calls Larry, telling him she's figured out the link with the DVDs. They're all hers. The DVDs listed are all the DVDs she owns. This message was meant for her. She invites Larry to the Wester Drumlins house, asking him to bring a portable DVD player. He does this, and upon entering the building, says: "You live in Scooby-Doo's house."
Sh*t.
And here I thought I was clever. Looks like Larry has the upper-hand this time, in the battle of 'who coined the phrase "Scooby-Doo House" first?'. If I didn't like you so much, Larry, I'd be really angry. Aaaaannnd let's continue.

So they watch the easter egg, and Sally and The Doctor begin to converse hilariously. This is a scene that needs dialogue to be efficiently described. So, here we go. Bear with me:

Larry: And there he is.

Sally: The Doctor.

Larry: Who's the Doctor?

Sally: He's the Doctor.

The Doctor: Yep that's me.

Sally: OK that was scary.

Larry: No it sounds like he's replying but he always says that.

The Doctor: Yes I do.
Larry: And that.

The Doctor: Yup. And this.

Sally: He can hear us. Oh my god you can really hear us!

Larry: Of course he can't hear us. Look.
(reading off his notes) Yup, that's me. Yes I do. Yup. And this.

Dr & Larry: (together) Are you gonna read out the whole thing?

Larry: Sorry.

Sally: Who are you?

The Doctor: I'm a time traveler. Or I was. I'm stuck. In 1969.

Martha: We're stuck. All of space and time he promised me, now I've got a job in a shop. I've gotta support him!

The Doctor: Martha?

Martha: Sorry. (exits camera view)

Sally: I've seen this bit before.

The Doctor: Quite possibly.

Sally: 1969, what's where you're talking from?
The Doctor: 'fraid so.

Sally: But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm gonna say 40 years before I say it.

The Doctor: 38.

Larry: I'm getting this down! I'm writing in your bits.
Sally: How? How? How is this possible? Tell me!

Larry: Not so fast!

The Doctor: People don't understand time, it's not what you think it is.

Sally: Then what is it?

The Doctor: Complicated.

Sally: Tell me.

The Doctor: Very complicated.

Sally: I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronize me because people have died and I'm not happy. Tell me.

The Doctor: People assume that time is a straight progression of cause to effect but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it's actually more like a big ball of wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey stuff.

Sally: Yeah I've seen this bit before. You said that sentence got away from you.

The Doctor: It got away from me, yeah ...

Sally: Next thing you're gonna say is well I can hear you.

The Doctor: Well I can hear you.

Sally: This isn't possible.

Larry: No, it's brilliant!

The Doctor: Well not hear you exactly, but I know everything you're gonna say.

Larry: Always give me the shivers, that bit.

Sally: How can you know what I'm gonna say?

The Doctor: Look to your left.

Larry: What does he mean by 'look to your left?' I've written tons about that on the forums. I think it's a political statement.

Sally: He means you. What you doing?

Larry: I'm writing in your bits, that way I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. What until this hits the net, this will explode the egg forums!

The Doctor: I've got a copy of the finished transcript, it's on my auto-cue.

Sally: How can you have a copy of the finished transcript, it's still being written?

The Doctor: I told you I'm a time traveler, I got it in the future.

Sally: OK let me get my head around this. You're reading aloud from the transcript of a conversation you're still having?

The Doctor: Ahhh...wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey...

Sally: Ah, never mind that.
(to Larry)You can do shorthand?

Larry: So...

The Doctor: What matters is we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They have taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phonebox.

Larry: "The angels have the phonebox", that's my favorite, I've got that on a T-shirt.

Sally: What do you mean angels? You mean those statue things?

The Doctor: Creatures from another world.

Sally: But they're just statues.

The Doctor: Only when you see them.

Sally: What does that mean?

The Doctor: Lonely Assassins they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from but they're as old as the Universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They're quantum-locked. They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock, no choice, it's a fact of their biology, in the sight of any living thing they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. 'Course a stone can't kill you either but then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can.

Sally: (to Larry, referring to the statue) Don't take your eyes off that.

The Doctor: That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the Universe. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now.

Sally: What am I supposed to do?

The Doctor: The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there that they could feast on forever, but the damage they would do could switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me.

Sally: How? ... How?!

The Doctor: And that's it, I'm afraid, there's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got. I don't know what stopped you talking but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you but listen. Your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you could believe. Don't turn your back! Don't look away! And don't blink! Good luck.

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Sally now thinks, 'Oh crap. We're so dead'. Yes, Sally, it appears that way. Especially since neither of you are LOOKING AT THE STATUE. They look up to find it has a scary face. It's hard for me to relive this, I have to say. I'm all anxious, like I want to scream or laugh or something. Yeah, I just belted out 'the key of awesome''s song, "Jack Bauer Man-Crush". That song could make anyone less afraid. But I digress.


Sally has Larry stare at the statue while she leaves, reminding him stupidly not to blink. (As if anyone could forget after that.) Larry is far too frightened to do a silly little thing like blinking. Larry's not blinking face is an epic win, by the way. His eyes begin to water, though. He's losing it. Don't do it, Larry! NO! DON'T! Stay strong, eyeballs! NOOOOOO!!!!


Larry blinks, and the scary face freezes inches away from his own. He finally has the bright idear to walk backwards.
He finds Sally in the scary basement of Wester Drumlins, having a stare-down with three Weeping Angels, who are all positioned quite innocently around the TARDIS (time-machine. stay with me, people). Sally makes towards the TARDIS, trying with difficulty to look at all of them. "Oh! There's YOUR one," Sally complains, glancing back at Larry. For whatever reason, Larry has been managing pretty well with the other three until this point. Sally looks away and back at "Larry's" angel, and finds that it's pointing at the lone light source in the room... a light bulb. Of course. How much creepier could they have made this?

Due to some magical force, the light bulb begins to flicker while Sally and Larry are looking at the Weeping Angels. In the moments of darkness, the two can't watch the angels. We all know this spells out trouble.
As the light flicks on and off, the angels approach in fluid, graceful, yet intimidating crouches, with their stone arms clawed menacingly. This is the part where small children in the room with you start crying.
Sally and Larry manage to get inside the phonebox,
and have that typical moment of, "Whoa! It's BIGGER on the inside!" Then, they get to work, inserting a DVD into a slot, and sending the beauteous TARDIS on her way-without them. Sally and Larry begin to panic, only to look up at the scary Weeping Angels and realize they were all staring at each other, rendering them incapable of ever moving again. Ever. Which is a relief to most everyone, really. Fascinating as they are, they do scare the pants off of people.

The two loverly blonds, now good mates, leave the
icky Wester Drumlins for (presumably) ever. They open a DVD shop called 'Sparrow and Nightingale", and Sally spends far too long dwelling on that freakish experience for Larry's liking- but honestly, wouldn't you? Then, David Tennant-I mean, The Doctor- shows up on the sidewalk (wearing an archery bow) outside the shop, and Sally takes notice. She races out to him, gives him a file full of pictures and evidence of the Weeping Angels, and gives him a lot of looks that say, "You're so awesome." Then Larry appears with some milk, and Sally takes his hand and lets the Doctor and Martha go about their business.
Then David Te- I mean, The Doctor- shows up in a montage of our favorite statues across the world, and tells us quite hauntingly that if we blink, we will die.

And that's the end! I did it! I wrote it all out! Now I'm going to go mull over this accomplishment with a cup of coffee, and wait for the fourth episode of the new season to rele
ase on BBC America. I'm excited to see the Weeping Angels again, and how our Doctor (with a new face) vanquish them, even if I have to wait another week for the end of the two-parter. I love you all, and thank you for seeing this through to the end. That's an accomplishment in itself. Just remember not to blink, okay?
Good luck.
























You cheeky stalker, you.