Okay, so I was rewatching "The Doctor Dances," pretty much completely for that ONE SCENE. Yeah, you know which one I'm talking about. The one that makes us shippy fangirls turn into little puddles of helplessly, shrilly squeaking goo. Or is that just me?

It's brilliantly written and brilliantly acted and just brilliant all round and I love it and every two seconds it makes my head explode. And there was just no suitable way to channel all that head-explosion and be able to get on with my homework than to make a picspam. Right then. 

So I put it half together and then forgot about it. But now it is finished! Enjoy. 

Screencaps are from http://chriseccleston.com, the only place I could find that obsessively screencapped every single changing facial twitch of poor beleaguered Nine in this scene.


I give you...

DOCTOR AND ROSE DANCING IN THE BASEMENT PICSPAM

"Alright, lessee here. For 'Skate,' I've got the soup of the day, cream of angst, with some will-they-won't-they on rye. 'Juke,' you ordered a cheeseburger with extra flimsy-pretext-for-a-relationship and a side order of UST, is that right? Okay, good, enjoy your meal.

Oh, almost forgot! A 'Booyah!' on the rocks for Juke, and for Skate, a tall, cold 'In your FACE, suckahs'. No charge--compliments of table number three."

*From table three, Sawyet smiles and waves*

Bad skin. (Wasn't I supposed to stop getting breakouts in high school?)

Bad weather. (Why does the rain smell like fish?)

Bad classes. (How do you make an annotated reenactment documentary about early Japan boring?)


But over lunchtime I grabbed my brother and we took a bus to the Park Central library. I had exactly enough to buy us both hot chocolates at the adjoining coffee shop, which we drank while we shared the daily comics from somebody's abandoned newspaper. Then, over an hour, we finished the bag of jelly beans in my backpack, while we each read, on a cozy couch.

Sometimes you have to make your own good day.

I have a thing for skinny geeks with touchable hair. I do. I admit this. In fact, I admit that my "thing" sometimes borders upon an unnatural fixation. This fact is brought into sharp focus by my recent obsession with the character Daniel Faraday from Lost, whom I love and am going to marry.

Well. It turns out that the guy who plays Daniel Faraday, Jeremy Davies, is himself a skinny geek and does a lot of playing them in movies. And while his hair seems to vary much between roles, it is as a rule extremely touchable. And here I present to you what is, apparently, Jeremy just being his own Jeremy self  (may I add here what an appropriately adorable name 'Jeremy' is?) since these pictures are from the "behind the scenes" section of the Jeremy Davies fansite photo album, in something called "Plus One." If you know what this is I would like to know too.

WARNING! If you have a thing for skinny geeks with touchable hair, viewing these photos unprepared could cause INSTANT DEATH.

( But oh, what a way to go. )

"Hard words break no bones, fine words butter no parsnips."

At least five years ago, I think. I still have it. It was just that awesome.

Yeah I only just got it finished. I'm fail that way. I THINK IT KNOCKED SOMETHING LOOSE THOUGH, I JUST KEEP FRIGGIN' WRITING ^_^ Bye-bye dry spell--I am not sorry to see you go!

You’ve somehow acquired a magical dimension-splicing conversion van and are planning an epic cross-country road trip with your friends and fandom. First, pick ten travel buddies from anywhere -- real life, fiction, OCs, celebrities, whatever. Then answer these questions to see how cracktastic your adventure turns out to be.

1. Naomi
2. Loppy
3. Canin (my brother)
4. The Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who)
5. The Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
6. Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
7. Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)
8. Princess Leia Organa (Star Wars) (Not copying, really! XD Canin and I have just been talking a lot about this pair as we get ready to launch our Star Wars RP site.)
9. Lasaraleen Loni (Star Wars OC)
10. James "Sawyer" Ford (Lost)

( Cracktastic Road Trip Adventures under cut )

Well, it's three days into the spring semester. Let's see how Mission Try-Not-To-Be-Such-A-Screwup is going, shall we?

Things I have screwed up:
Forgot overdue library book: Day 1
Forgot cell phone: Day 2
Forgot notebook: Day 3

Things I have not yet screwed up:
Forget textbook(s)
Forget to do reading(s)
Forget deodorant
Forget to brush teeth
Forget makeup
Forget to wear or bring a short-sleeved shirt on the days I work (hot office)
Forget to call for a ride home
Lose coat
Lose hat/scarf/gloves
lose textbook(s)
lose notebook
Lose phone
Turn in something late
Make dad late for work

Updates will be provided as necessary.

Ahhh, psychology. Helping us convince ourselves that we can become completely different people with little to no effort since 550 BC!

It started with a banner ad for that "Mind Master" subliminal messages program. I click on it, it looks amusing. But of course it's $34.99 or something, that's no good. However, since the #2 purpose of the internet is to Give Me Stuff For Free (the #1, largely related purpose being to Entertain Me Without Requiring Effort On My Part), I ask my good friends Google and Limewire for the closest substitutes. And further information. And related items. And "if you are interested in this download, you might also try..."

( Cut for excessive evidence that when I do something, I do it ALL THE WAY. )

I know it's a little late in coming, but I've finally pinned down my resolutions for 2009 and have come to record them and thus reduce my wiggle room. Here they are, in order:

( Cut for length, but also for being sort of depressing. o_o )

Trying to make banana nut bread with Mom last night and she got out the electric eggbeater. So I'm like, whatevs, eggbeater, that's cool. Except one of the little beater things WILL NOT STAY IN. And the little button that makes it go is WAY TOO SENSITIVE. And not to oversimplify, but I TURNED ON THE EGGBEATER WHILE MY FINGER WAS IN THERE. And it HURT.

My mom screamed louder than I did when it happened. I just kinda went "Ah! Ah! Turn it off. Turn it OFF." And she's shouting for Dad and kind of yelping repeatedly, and I managed to turn it off as he came in.

Dad: What? What happened?!
Mom: Are you okay?? Are you okay??
Me: (staring at my finger, still jammed in the beaters and sort of bent funny) Friggin' OW.

Mom unplugged the beater (before I could turn it back on to get my finger out, I guess? >_>) but Dad was the one with a head clear enough to reach over and turn the beaters backward for me. As soon as it was over Mom started laughing and crying at the same time and telling us about this vision she had of driving me to the hospital with my severed finger in a bucket of ice.

It was not, fortunately, broken, just bent differently than it was meant to bend and severely bruised. The edge of one beater blade got me real good just above the knuckle, but interestingly enough it did not cut the skin. It just sort of notched it, pressed this thin indentation way deeper than an indentation has any right to be pressed in human flesh. It bled a little after I iced it some, but less than a tiny papercut, and now my finger is just slightly purple, nothing worse.

So in summary, yeah, I totally got my finger jammed in a running eggbeater, and I'm okay. That is all.

Last night was AMAZING. I actually SLEPT. And I slept for LONG ENOUGH. After two years of generally going to bed at eleven or twelve and getting up at six, I've managed to convince myself that I don't NEED eight hours of sleep. After all, sleep is boring, and life is exciting, and my state of mind is just naturally a little blurred so if I was feeling adverse effects I wouldn't even know. But lately being conscious is just a little less appealing than it used to be so I figured, hey, I'll actually go to bed on time, and then I'll wake up late because Mom's taking me to school instead of dad anyway.

I slept. I slept so hard. I slept for a little over eight gorgeous hours and when I was done sleeping, I woke up on my own! My alarm clock went off while I was still lying lazily in bed but totally awake, and it made me laugh out loud. It has been SO long since I woke up without an alarm clock ear-raping me. Nothing can really go that wrong today because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH SLEEP.

Okay that's totally not true. It's the last week of classes and everything can go wrong. But DENIAL is a part of a nutritious, well-rested breakfast!

From joie_de_vivre 
DRAW A CAT BLIND!
1. OPEN A DRAWING PROGRAM OF SOME SORT
2. CLOSE YOUR EYES
3. DRAW A CAT





FAIL.

As I was surfing (unsuccessfully) for Doctor Who filk, I discovered that Part one of "Unearthly Child" was broadcast November 23, 1963... which means that Doctor Who turns 45 this Sunday! I know I'm probably the last one to know, but I'm so glad I caught it--I always find out about these geeky anniversaries and celebrations, like, a week after they happen, and then I have to wait for next year. (I've never once caught Talk Like a Pirate Day before 7:00 pm.)

SO, I'm going to pretend that I was looking for filk BECAUSE of the anniversary, because in the right light, if you squint, it looks slightly less like I just had nothing to do with my morning. I love filk and fan songs but recorded versions are so very rare. Does anyone out there in Internetland know of any they can direct me to? This is the meager stuff I've scraped up so far--it only has whetted my desire for a Who playlist by Sunday.

Rose - Geoff Smith (The first time I heard this I had just finished Doomsday, which melted my brain into a horrified lump of angst-slag for three days. Needless to say the song made me bawl like a baby.)
Who Am I - Terence Chua (to the tune of the theme song!)
A Companions' Christmas - Terence Chua (based on the anonymous poem, "The Companions' Holiday")
Doctorin' the TARDIS - The KLF? (this one seemed dumb until it got stuck in my head and then I loved it--I think just for the chance to say "Doctor Who" a jillion times in a row.)
The Doctor Who Fansong - The Chaser's War on Everything? (A bit crude but I can't help but laugh.)

My Spanish presentation was an unmitigated disaster. I stood up there and babbled for five minutes (three minute presentation) in sentence fragments and about five different verb tenses. By the end I was so short of breath and dizzy I could hardly even see to get back to my chair, and now I've got a rash. Talking Spanish in front of a room gives me hives.

I think I'll go throw up now.

I have a graphics/fic community thingy now! 

http://community.livejournal.com/Wholiganansley

I've been meaning to make one ever since I stepped up my icon and wallpaper production, and NOW I DO. See how that works? Pretty awesome, right? Yeah I thought so too. You should totally friend it. That is all.

Yesterday I wore my long, sleek, super flattering black-cat sweater that always makes me feel sassy and urbane. My hair was in a fancy inside-out pollyanna--we're talking a bobby pins style here. I was minimally spotty and had brushed my teeth for once. And yet I spent the whole day beaming defensively in any mirror I passed and then avoiding eye contact with other human beings, especially those of the male persuasion.

Today I'm wearing a Mary Engelbreit t-shirt under a sweater-jacket that doesn't match, and I've got socks with elephants on them and plastic barrettes in my hair. And I'm winking at mirrors and smiling at strangers, especially those of the male persuasion.

The difference? No idea. I'm pretty sure the bright red lipstick I've also got on today is more of an effect of this mysterious confidence than a cause (since nobody on earth can actually pull off red lipstick and the art of wearing it is actually the art of deluding yourself). Maybe Wednesdays are just sexier than Tuesdays.

Greetings, loyal patrons of the sciences! I am pleased to announce that my colleagues and I have at last returned from our highly informative weekend of psychological and biomedical field research. While hard data is forthcoming, I eagerly share with you a preview of some of the subjects which our research team covered in the last couple of days:

Oklahoma's utter lack of hills, and its short-term impact upon the will to live
Effect upon the immune system and brain function of eating candy, cookies, chips, and soda more or less constantly for 48 hours
An in-depth study of cabin fever, as modeled by three people crammed for three days in a Toyota Town And Country packed to the roof
Smelly, obnoxious runners wanting rides to the aid station, and the boundaries of Good Samaritanism
The psychological implications of wearing the same clothes for two straight days
Sleep--Luxury or Necessity?

And watch in your dentistry and psychiatric journals for my own special upcoming report--
"My Teeth Feel Like Fur": A Case Study of How Poor Dental Hygeine Paved One Girl's Descent Into Madness

Unfortunately, despite spending the weekend crewing an ultra runner, our team discovered absolutely nothing to explain or theorize at the reason a human being would try to run 100 miles. (We think they're just bonkers.)

Sitting in the parking lot of a hospital

At the fity mile mark of my dad's 100 mile race

an my ingers are so cold I can hardly tupe

Becase I have to have the car door open in order to mooch off the inaernet access o the hotel next door

And I am twelve hours into  bno rintalin

and you cannot even imaging what my rbain looks like right now

and I am running on caffeinge and sugar and preztsl and bagel chips and cookies and choclatge milk

And i am ready to crawl out o my skin

and I'm COLD SO RIGGIN COLD

and can I just asay I love road trips

SO. FRIGHGN. MUICH.

Happy victory day, Obamaites.

I'm not sure whether to use my meager savings to move to England or build a bomb shelter.