Thanks to Tektek’s avatar maker I was able to make a bunch of Doctor Who chibis! We have Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Lucy Saxon, Romana II, and the Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Doctors! Lucy’s even wearing the exact coat she wears, and the Tenth Doctor has 3D specs!
Rose Tyler series 1 Rose Tyler series 2 Martha Jones series 3
Lucy Saxon series 3 Romana II (classic series)
Eight Nine Ten
Tagged by SarcasticFox
Rules of the game:
*Choose a signer/band/group.
*Answer using ONLY titles of songs.
*Tag 6 more people (don’t forget to let them know they’ve been tagged)
Choice:
1) Are you male or female?
I’m Just a Girl
2) Describe yourself:
Happy Shiny People
3) What do people feel when they’re around you?
Maniac
4) How would you describe your previous relationship?
Crash and Burn
5) Describe your current relationship:
No One
6) Where would you want to be now?
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
7) How do you feel about love?
At the Beginning With You
8) What’s your life like?
I Can’t Get No Satisfaction
9) What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Holding Out for a Hero
10) Say something wise:
Don’t Talk to Strangers
Spoiler warning for Sarah Connor Chronicles
Is it just me, or does Sarah Connor Chronicles sound like it could have been pulled wholesale from fandom? I mean, the general plot is something like, ‘after Terminator 2 a hot girl terminator pulls Sarah and John into the future where they angst and self-torment in between near-death experiences’. Is it just me, or does that sound like a piece of fanfiction to you. Bad, Mary-Sue fanfiction. I swear, back in high school I considered writing something similar, but decided not to on the grounds that even fanfiction readers wouldn’t be interested. And yet, SCC is really enjoyable. ‘Cameron’, and her attempts at learning the subtleties of human behaviour and society, is quite amusing. The plot moves quickly and is interesting. The terminators are well done, the action interesting. The characters dilemmas pull you in. Sarah isn’t as tough as she should be, and John is a whiny, selfish emo brat (Why is this happening to me? This is unfair! I shouldn’t have to do this. You took care of it last time, Mum. You take care of it.) Yet in the end, it doesn’t matter that much.
Some people might have wondered about the last post… No, I didn’t intentionally teach my guineapig to dance. I was dancing in front of the cage when she began copying me in hopes of food, and I took advantage of the situation. Lease note I did not actually train her to do this. Wish I’d gotten it on tape though, it was adorable.
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Childcare scenario:
Teacher sings, ‘bee be bumblebee, come and sing your name to me, your name is…’ and the child indicated gives their name.
Teacher: Bee, bee, bumbebee, come and sing your name to me. Your name is -
*points at child*
Child *bellows*: JACK SPARROW!!!
Teacher: Um, okay… you can go to morning tea now…
*Purple Dragon dissolves into laughter…
Since the one for this year is on in a month, better post the rest of the photos! The entire lot can be viewed here.
Look! It’s Claire from Heroes! Well, sort of…
Doctor Who merchandise! Sadly, it was display only. They refused to take bribes…
The 501st had a display recruiting Imperials.
Even Vader stopped by. He strode around majestically, imposingly, but was quite happy to pose for photos… however getting his attention inside that muffled, vision-impairing suit was hard, so whenever he strode by you saw a string of people after hi mtrying to get his attention.
Billy Dee Williams (aka Lando Calrissian) was charming and amusing in the role of guest speaker.
For more photos not included here, click the link at the beginnign of the post.
*Lil Sis walks into family room, to find Dragon standing in front of guinea pig’s cage, humming a tune*
Dragon: To the left *steps left*
*guinea pig steps sideways in same direction*
Dragon: -to the right! *steps to the right*
*guinea pig steps sidesways in same direction*
Dragon: Left! *both step left in unison* Right! *both step right in unison* Da da da da…
Lil Sis: What the hell?!
Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention: Lil Sis spotted Lisa from the Veronicas on a date with Dean Geyer at a restaurant in the Mall. Can you believe that??? One of the Veronicas??? And I wasn’t there!????
Bah.
Sorry it’s been so long; I was threatened with terrible fates is I went on the internet when Mum wants me, which is just about all the rare time I spend at home, and the rest of the time Dad was on here.
Lil Sis went back to school today. She informed me that a friend of hers took her guineapig to the vet…. to find out it had menopause… which I didn’t know guineapigs got…. and I’ve had guineapigs since I was eleven…
You know the Beatles song ‘Yellow Submarine’? ‘We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine’? Three year old S. at work (whose parents listen to older music a fair bit, I gather) came in singing “We all live in a tub of margarine...” She actually thought those were the words…. Lil Sis insists on singing those lyrics now. Personally I fee that the joke is getting old after several weeks.
Have tracked several people from high school down on facebook. Interesting.
Am thinking of doing a fictional serial on this blog as well as the usual - what do you think?
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* “Let’s just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he’d be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting ‘All gods are bastards’.”
From chapter two of my Doctor Who fanfiction “The Former Companions Club“. Because I haven’t got around to finishing the other thing yet.
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THE FORMER COMPANIONS’ CLUB:
PHONE CALL
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The Doctor slowly backed away from the hostile men aiming weapons at him,
“Now, look, this really isn’t necessary,” he began. “In fact, it’s not even a good idea really, considering the tendency of fluorine to combust in the presence of – anyway, trust me, letting those off in here would not be a good idea. I suggest – ”
Doo-doo-doo-da-dat-doo-eee…
The Doctor frowned as irritating music burst from somewhere about his person.
“Sorry, won’t be a moment,” he said, patting his pockets and momentarily reflecting on the disadvantages of dimensionally-transcendent pockets when you wanted something, until he finally fished out a mobile phone, beep.
“Hello?”
There was the sound of raucous female laughter on the other end
“I said I’d call you!” Martha laughed. She didn’t sound precisely sober.
“Ah, yes,” the Doctor scratched the back of his head and eyed the blasters, “listen, now’s not the time –”
“No, no, my new friends want to talk to you, here –”
“YOU BASTARD!” the Doctor winced and held the phone away from his ear, “it’s all your fault All I wanted was to be an air hostess, and air hostess, find a decent bloke and settle down, but noooooo, aliens, always aliens, everywhere I go –”
“Tegan?”
“ – I’m cursed, you wanker, cursed –”
He could hear Martha laughing in the background.
“Tegan, you can’t say that – hahaha – no – oh my god, you make an angry drunk, hehheh…”
Tegan continued on.
“I hope someone – hey!”
“It’s my turn,” declared yet another familiar voice in the background, triumphantly, then spoke into the phone. “Hello Doctor. I don’t think you thought you’d hear from me again.”
“Sarah Jane?” The Doctor was getting bewildered. Also apprehensive. Once he’d been innocent enough to think companions meeting was a good idea, now he knew better. No good could come of this…
A squabble over the phone had apparently erupted at the other end.
“Stop snatching, Tegan –”
“Give it back, I hadn’t finished yet –”
“It’s my phone –”
“ – bloody bastard –”
“ – for heaven’s sake, can’t you –”
“ – my turn, you! –”
“I said, it’s my bloody phone!” Click.
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The Doctor stuck the phone back in his pocket, shaking his head. From now on he was only going to read the messages. In relief he turned back to the men with laser blasters. He could deal with these.
“Now,” he said, “and I hate to be the one to point this out, but you’re at a particular disadvantage here, because you’re all holding blasters emitting beams of visible light concentrated into laser form by filtering them through an array of artificially-produced crystals, all of which are in fact produced at one particular frequency and are therefore vulnerable to disruption by sonic waves at that frequency. And this, in my pocket, just happens to be a sonic screwdriver –”
oo o0o oo
The next morning Martha lay on the floor and wondered why they’d all decided to have that extra shot of Sambucca. She felt ill. Trying to move as little as possible and squinting at the light, Martha cast her eyes around the room. Sarah Jane was draped unconscious over the sofa, while Tegan –
The sound of someone throwing up came to Martha’s ears. A few minutes later Tegan staggered in, grey-faced, tripped over a footstool and went sprawling over Sarah Jane.
“Uarrughh!”
“Oh, my head –”
“God, what did I drink?”
Martha wasn’t really listening to them moan. She’d had several minites to think already. And, unfortunately, remember.
“Erm,” she said hesitantly, “did we really, um, ring the Doctor last night while we were pissed?”
Long silence.
“I’m depressingly certain that we did.”
“Bugger.”
END
Well, I did plan to put something up for Christmas… but it kind of got away from me. So we’ll see.
Christmas was fun, but I think the excitement and the lack of sleep got to me. I worked this out after I ran down the hallway cackling “I’m a Time Lord! I’m a Time Lord!” after showing Lil Sis my new fob watch (read the ‘fob watch’ entry on wikito understand the reference), so that she followed me in order to tell me that, in actual fact, I am not a Time Lord, which I vehemently denied, which resulted in a brief struggle and me flashing my toy sonic screwdriver at her crying, “sonic the unbeliever!” until she got me in a lock and flashed it in my eyes and told me not to do that any more. See, that is what happens when we do not get enough sleep. And when your little sister is bigger than you are.
I bought an electric keyboard today. I have always wanted to learn to play an instrument, and since I have a job now, I thought, ‘why not?’ So it is bought and will arrive in the next few days.
Hopefully I will get my belated Christmas project up. Bye now.
You find all kinds of photos online…
Christmas is almost here! Yay! It’s the time of year when people take photos of animals in Santa outfits and post them online! Yes! My family are relieved. My usual singing habits (that is, singing things I can’t really sing) has changed to carols, things that I more or less can sing.
One of the indomitable fish is dead. I checked on the kindy fishes this morning to find one belly-up in the fishbowl. It has been listless ever since Terrible Three #1 ran around with it in her hat last week. Fish just don’t do well in hats. There’s not enough oxygen in there.
Yuo guys remember Angus (see blog categories for Angus entries) the cat that turned up and tried to adopt us? Well, he hasn’t been around for ages, but now a new cat has turned up: el Bandito. We don’t know where he’s come from or what. He’s black and white, with mask-like markings around his eyes, like a bandit. He’s very affectionate, mostly, but goes mrowl, mrowl all day and night, attacks our cat, scratched the hell out of Lil Sis when she tried to cart him away from our house. Menace. Bandito indeed.
If I don’t get time to post: merry Christmas!
