Okay, I just finished watching "Doctor Who":"A Good Man Goes To War" and "Let's Kill Hitler," and no matter how many times people said that they were a two-parter, they really weren't. Strongly linked? Yes. A two parter? Not so much.
Meh.
I have to say, though, that "Let's Kill Hitler" was very much "Doctor Who" on crack. Or LSD. Or magic mushrooms. Honestly, it was pretty much completely crazy. It got a bit silly at the end (and AGMGTW was kind of blah, except for the last scene, of course), as in kind of overly deep, which is what passes for "silly" in the Whoniverse since everything is basically silly, but the first half or so? Genius. I love Rory's "that kind of day." Hee.
So yes, I watched them, finally, and my little crocheted Eleven watched them with me, which was fun. Much, much squee.
Hee.
Oh, and the whole miniaturized people with the antibodies and all that? Cool, even if it WAS pretty obvious what they were from the very beginning. Ah well...such is the problem with having seen a buttload of scifi shows. Heh.
I still think that, one of these days, Rory is going to realize that the Doctor is going to marry his daughter, and he'll turn all looming dad on him. That would be flippin' fantastic.
Oh, and the crib? PRICELESS!!!! ADORABLE!!!!
I totally need to make one. Honestly, if I knew even the first think about woodworking, there would SO be a Doctor's crib in my possession. Hee.
Going through the different images to find a Voice Interface that's someone he likes but who doesn't inspire guilt? Also priceless. Much hee, much hee.
"Rory: Does anybody else find this day just a bit difficult? I'm getting this sort of banging in my head. Amy: Yeah, I think that's Hitler in the cupboard. Rory: That's not helping." ("Doctor Who":"Let's Kill Hitler")
After...I don't want to say how long (many years and multiple states), I finally have...
BBC AMERICA!!!!
SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
"Avery: (examining the TARDIS controls) What's this do? The Doctor: That is very, very complicated. That does sophisticated. That does... whoa, amazing. And that does whiz, bang, far too technical to explain. Avery: Wheel? The Doctor: Atom accelerator. Avery: It steers the thing. The Doctor: No. Sort of. Yes. Avery: Wheel. Telescope. Astrolabe. Compass. A ship's a ship." ("Doctor Who":"The Curse of the Black Spot")
I'm upset with myself and worried. I was riding the barn owner's horse yesterday, and I was having issues getting him to go round. Instead of blaming myself (which I should've 'cause it was my fault), I said the horse didn't want to go round. To the horse's owner. I'm an asshole...sigh. I feel really bad about it, but, of course, bringing it up will only put a spotlight on what I said. Probably the only thing I can do is ride him more and try harder, which I haven't been doing recently anyway. At least once a week would be good, I think, twice would be better. There's another horse that I have to keep riding because he needs to get ridden, but, if the owner is okay with it, I should ride her horse more -- not just because it might help alleviate some of the effect of me making disparaging (no matter how mild) comments about her horse, but also because I could really USE work on him -- he'll help me build up my legs, get used to heavier contact, and use my seat more. All good things, all necessary things, and all things I'm not very good at.
I just feel bad about the comments (and they were clearly unfounded, since she popped on the horse and he was just fine for her, he just sucked for me, which meant he was fine, it was just that I sucked), but I can't apologize, 'cause that might make it worse, drawing her attention to it. Sigh.
I really liked that she gave me some tips, but I suspect she only did it to prove that it was me who wasn't doing what I needed to be doing, and to prove that the horse was just fine...I was just an idiot who wasn't riding him right.
Sigh. I DO need to ride him more, though -- it would be better for him, and, like I said, it would seriously help ME. Maybe after a month or two of riding him regularly I would be better at getting him to do all the amazing things he CAN do. Afterall, I've pretty much been half-assing it recently. Granted, that partially due to the fact that the other horse is having allergy issues and so keeps tossing his head, and partially due to the fact that it's suddenly SUMMER (aka Hideously, Hellishly Hot) here.
I need to work more. I need to, when I can, ride the owner's horse. I need to work at it, so that I can become a better rider. I need to show the owner that I appreciate her horse, who is, in the end, pretty fantastic.
Sigh. I still feel bad.
Anyway, here's a fantastic quote o' the post: "House: Fear me: I've killed hundreds of Time Lords. The Doctor: Fear me: I've killed all of them." ("Doctor Who":"The Doctor's Wife")
Okay, this hasn't been working. I know what I want. I'm not entirely clear on how to get it, but I know that just wishing and hoping and praying and doing barely any work on the subject is most definitely NOT how to get it.
So. I'm going to have to think of a way to get myself to write more, specifically TV show scripts. ScriptFrenzy was just plain at a bad time, but it's not a bad time anymore. It's a great time now. Sure, I need to fit writing in amongst other things, but I think I've already proven that I can pretty much do that -- I've managed with my little bits each day for more than a year.
Each day (or each week) I need to get done the following: -some cleaning (pacifies the roommate) -some cooking and/or baking (see above) -some spinning/knitting/producing handicrafts to sell ('cause I'd like a touch of moolah, thanks) -looking for a job (gotta happen) -barn stuff (just required) -WORK ON A SCRIPT. I'm not even picky about which one (which could be the issue). I need to start writing real, honest-to-gosh scripts. Should I start with another show or my own? Right now I really don't care. I just need a plot, a setting, and some characters, and off I go.
Man, that sounds so easy. Well, O Gentle Reader, for any of you who might exist: IT'S NOT EASY. It's, in fact, really frickin' hard.
And you know what? Lying here whining about it is just plain not helping.
"The Doctor: Do you have a name? Idris/TARDIS: Seven hundred years: finally he asks. The Doctor: What do I call you? TARDIS: You call me...sexy. The Doctor: Only when we're alone! TARDIS: We ARE alone. The Doctor: Huh. Come on, sexy." ("Doctor Who":"The Doctor's Wife")
I haven't been here in ages. I know this. There are a few reasons for this. The first is that I've got another blog where I have to post every few days, and I got tired of updating everything. The second is that the quotes get a little annoying to find after a while. The third is that all the dark and depressing stuff that I always used to post here now goes in that other blog, it's just private-locked.
The last is that no one reads this. I know no one reads this -- I never told anyone about this blog, so there's no reason why anyone should read it. When I started this, I reveled in the anonymity. I thought having no one know about this journal would help me feel free to write whatever I wanted, to be completely candid...and that was true.
So there I was, in my own little corner of the web, calling out into the darkness, but no one ever heard. I hadn't thought about how lonely, how small and insignificant that would make me feel.
Anyway, I still don't have much of anything to post here. I've been in an odd mood the past few days. To be honest, my life isn't going all that well. I still don't have a job, after two years living with my mother. The money I had saved up has all trickled away paying student loan bills, bills that will only get worse when April rolls around. I have no way of paying them. I have no job, I have no prospects, and I have no life. Any friends I had have been left behind, and I'm not the kind to easily make more.
So yeah, my life isn't the greatest right now. I can only hope it will get better.
Someday.
"Henry: Yeah, well fooling around with your best friend's sister certainly wasn't your most brilliant idea. Shawn: No, that was the toaster alarm I invented in the third grade that woke you up by smacking you in the face with a waffle. I think I peaked too soon." ("Psych":"Christmas Joy")
"Listen close to everybody's heart And hear that breaking sound. Hopes and dreams are shattering apart And crashing to the ground." (Dr. Horrible, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog)
I realized today that my heroes are: Joss Whedon Bryan Fuller Stephen Moffat
Ten points if you know what they all have in common...
It's been a while, I know. I've been...not busy, just...down? Something like that.
Anyway, seeing as how tomorrow is my birthday, I felt like writing a bit here. You see, as of tomorrow I won't even be able to PRETEND that I'm in my mid-twenties. That should probably bother me, but, you know, my age doesn't bother me much.
Only when I realize just how little I've done with my life.
I have no friends, at least not here, though I have a few people scattered across the country that might actually count. I live with my mother. I have no job, no career. I want to do something with my life, but I haven't yet moved even vaguely in the right direction. I'm educated and ready to go do...something. Whatever that might be.
And I still want to write for TV. Really, that's all I want to do. Granted, there are all sorts of other impossible dreams that would be nifty, but the one that I actually want enough to try for is writing for TV.
Silly though it may be.
Right, so I'm going to go now. Hopefully my birthday will go well, and hopefully by this time next year I'll have a job, if not a career and I'll have actually made progress in the writing-ward direction. Sigh. I have little hope in that direction, but hey, you never know.
Anything is possible, or so they say.
"Sean: Rubies... Hannah: Emeralds... Trevor: Feldspar!" (Journey to the Center of the Earth)
Oh come ON, who doesn't like a good geek quote like that? Sniff, geeks rock. No, really.
Wow. Okay, it's been a while. I'd like to start updating this again -- I've kind of gotten to the point where all the stuff I'd usually put in here has been going into one of my other ljs. I'd like to stop that -- most of the stuff I don't want people to know has ended up being in my other lj, just marked private, which means there have been precious few posts that are available for my friends to see. Gotta fix that.
Anyway, I am, in fact, still alive. See? ::points to self:: Still here.
In short, it's been a busy few months, and my life has been pretty much stalled for the duration. On the other hand, it was a great Christmas, so I suppose it might just all balance out.
No, probably not, but hey, Christmas!
Right. Quote, need a quote, need a quote...
"Doctor: But you're the Doctor. The next Doctor. Or the next but one, the future Doctor, anyway. Next Doctor: Oh. Doctor: No, no, don't tell me how it happened. Although, hope I don't just trip over a brick, that'd be embarrassing. Then again, painless...worse ways to go, depends on the brick." ("Doctor Who":"The Next Doctor")
First things first: as you may have noticed (you know, if you read this), I completely spaced on the Quote o' the Post yesterday. My deepest, humblest, sincerest, totally-est apologies. To make up for it, here's a quote for yesterday's post:
"So, you find the breach, probe it, this sphere comes through, 600 feet above London, BAM! It leaves a hole in the fabric of reality. And that hole, you think: 'Oh, shall we leave it alone, shall we back off, shall we play it safe?', NAH, you think: 'Let's make it BIGGER!'" (The Doctor, "Doctor Who":"Army of Ghosts")
Yeah, watched it again last night, and I thought there were quite a few nice quotes in there. I haven't been finding many of them, but I know they were there. They were GREAT.
Anyway, in other "news," tomorrow's the big day (SQUEEEE!!!), but today I finished painting (ie put the second coat on) my mother's bedroom and took off a bit of the tape (just off the outlets). I also took the tape down in my sitting room and bathroom and put the socket plates and bathroom fixtures (or whatever they're called -- towel racks and such) back.
So, yeah. Two more rooms to go and a bunch of touch-up, but hey, the movers will be here soon.
But I'm not going to think about that now. I'm not, in fact, going to think about that for the next week. For a week I'm going to think about nothing but Disney...
...and it will be glorious.
"Rose: Doctor, they’ve got guns. The Doctor: And I haven’t. Which makes me the better person, don’t you think? They can shoot me dead, but the moral high-ground is mine." ("Doctor Who":"Army of Ghosts")
Yes, I know, cop out -- both quotes are from the same ep, but they're both good, I swear!
Anyway, right, um, this is what's been going on with the house:
Monday: Finished priming bathroom, painted first coat of sitting room and most of bathroom.Forgot rent (EEEK!). Getting day off from painting to pay rent (grrr). Worried about everything. Internet down.
Tuesday: No painting, figured out garden, I think. Got carabiners, water bottles came, got waist pack for me and larabars for breakfasts. Paid rent and phone bill.
Wednesday: Finished first coat in bathroom. Put second coat in sitting room and bathroom. Washer and dryer arrived. Began taping Mom's bedroom.
Thursday (today): Finished taping Mom's bedroom, put on first coat (didn't tape ceiling, 'cause it was impossible; did it freehand instead). Started removing tape from my bathroom and sitting room, put fixtures back up in guest bathroom.
So, that's it. We'll be off soon, and I just KNOW I'll forget something. Ugh.
Plus I'm worried about the economy. Again. EEEEEP!!!!! And the kitties! While we're gone! Especially mine!!! AAAAAH!!!!
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