hey internetz, i'm moving to island tonight, i might not have access to yer sweet electronic goodness for a few days. i'll be back soon. <3<3<3

i have strep throat and i keep thinking i should post more. or at all. so here is a lovely Doctor Who & Sherlock meme that i stole from calapine

1. Sherlock or Doctor Who

doctor who forever. sherlock holmes is my first fandom, but sherlock's just one iteration of that. also, anything with the TARDIS automatically wins.

2. Moriarty or the Master?

are we voting on who is my fav or who is actually competent? the answer would change depending on which angle we're going for!

but anyway, the master.

( more things you totally want to procrastinate with by reading under this cut )

omg i haven't updated in so long i forgot how to lj-cut. that is terrible. D:

i had a dream last night that moffat wrote the most rubbishy, godawful script for the sherlock s2 premiere - like, it started off as a okay pastiche of SCAN with bits of SIGN thrown in, and then it degenerated into this bizarre story about symbols of femininity throughout history and all of the characters became idiots and then they found all these metaphors in a warehouse and then randomly burned it down in some kind of incredibly stupid and heavy-handed attempt at putting the history of women's oppression behind them and Moving On and oh god it was terrible.

then i woke up and i was so glad that was a dream and not the real show. instead i watched the fall premiere of doctor who and i was like WTF THIS IS ACTUALLY WORSE THAN THE FAKE SHERLOCK FROM MY BRAIN even thought it wasn't worse, because it didn't have the world's most heavy-handed symbolism in it. but it was indeed terrible. i mean, the direction was godawful. it was cheap and amateurish, and i kept thinking, "moff, what is wrong with hiring back graeme harper, he at least knows what he's doing!" but mostly it was that moff's writing was SO DULL i could barely pay attention to what was happening, and seriously, if you're going to have an episode bringing back the master AND bringing in peter davison PLAYING THE FIFTH DOCTOR along with matt smith playing eleven, and it's still shit, then you've really failed as a writer and potentially as a human being. i got into a huge debate with violetisblue, who was defending it, and i was like, "HOW CAN YOU LIKE THIS EPISODE?! THIS IS WORSE THAN CURSE OF THE BLACK SPOT - THAT IS HOW SHIT IT IS!!"

and then i woke up again.

i also had a dream about a polar bear trying to eat a stray cat behind my house (note: i don't live in a house or have a backyard). you'll be happy to know the cat fought off the polar bear, and that neither of them ended up in an uncharacteristically poorly written steven moffat script.

last night i went to a beer-tasting party held by my sister's boyfriend and his roommate. i had a lot of delicious beer, so that part was definitely a success. in fact, RIGHT AS I TYPE i'm drinking a rescued beer, "old guardian", from stone brewery. it's apparently a "barley wine style ale", which seems to mean it's delicious and has a fantastic 12% alcohol content. i approve.

i keep forgetting what normal people of approximately my age are like. i was rockin' a tweed waistcoat, a bowtie, fuchsia chucks, and a sweet pompadour, and everyone else was wearing t-shirts. well it's obviously good i was there. they needed someone to gay it up a bit.

anyway, this is all obviously a longwinded way of saying i haven't seen the doctor who finale yet. i'm planning on wtching it in a li'l while, though. this will be the first one i haven't watched with somebody since eccleston! well, i suppose i do have a kitty to watch it with. he is currently sitting on my shoulders, so he should have a good view.

<3s, everyone

so... i should make a

~NIMONS ARE FOREVER~

t-shirt, y/n/YYYY?

yeeeeah so i may have to see this film

so here's where i've been for the past two nights:



so tired but so glad. ^___^

so bnharrison has been trying to get me to watch due south for like two years, and today i finally watched my first episode. in fact it was the first episode of season three. my sister wandered in while i was waching.

prof_: "Wait, did I just hear the name 'ZOLTAN MOTHERWELL'??"
sister: "...That is not possible."
prof_: *rewinds episode*
prof_: "Oh my god IT'S TRUE." *cracks up for like five minutes*
sister: "That sounds like a space alien from the midwest."

*some ridiculous shit is happening onscreen, i.e. fraser and ray k are driving around an exploding, flaming car and trying to figure out a convenient place to park it that will not inconveneience any passers-by. don't forget the parts with the ghost dad and the deaf dog that can read lips*
sister: "Well, I can never watch 'The Wire' after seeing it's so clearly ripped off from this show!"

i am looking forward to how callum keith rennie's chicago accent will develop through the series. :D

comics i have read in the past three weeks:

Swamp Thing:
The Curse
A Murder Of Crows
Earth To Earth

Hellblazer:
Original Sins
The Fear Machine
Rare Cuts
Dangerous Habits
Bloodlines
Fear And Loathing
Tainted Love
Damnation's Flame
Son Of Man
Setting Sun
Highwater
Red Sepulchre
Reasons To Be Cheerful
The Red Right Hand
Chas: The Knowledge
Pandemonium

The Books Of Magic
The Books Of Magic

but not quite in that order. so yah there is a general theme there and it is JOHN CONSTANTINE, who i have always sort of meant to read but never got round to til now. that's all the constantine i've been able to get from the library (so far), with the exception of "the family man" because i've been saving it so i don't run out of jamie delano. BECAUSE I LOVE HIM. imma probably start that in about five minutes, tho.

which reminds me, if you like hellblazer and you haven't read "pandemonium", you really should. not only the first new delano hellblazer in years and years, but the first time i've read a story about iraq where i wasn't tensed up the whole time waiting for the author to throw me out of the story with shitty politics.

also, violetisblue, you should totally be reading this. i mean not just cos i think you'd like constantine's fuck you attitude, hatred of fascists, and general surly sense of humour, but also because he looks like sting. :D THINK ABOUT IT, VALI.

watching slings and arrows s2:

prof_pangaea: omg do not quote richard nixon
bnharrison: he does nothing BUT quote richard nixon
prof_pangaea: OH GOOD LORD

(src)

hahahaha man i love this show.

"Everybody loved Sarah Jane Smith."

a comment i saw on one of the many memorials i have read in the past several days.

it's very true.

i hadn't rewatched the pandorica opens/the big bang since they aired, until just now. OH MY GOD, THEY'RE TOTAL MAGIC. i enjoyed them when i first watched, but this time i loved them. i need to rewatch all eleventy, stat.

o hai guys! so apparently gally is happening in a matter of... days. i do not know how that happened but there it is. so who else among my fannish aquaintance will be there? i am excite, peoples!

if you want to meet me, i look like my icon, except not green and with a face! :D

i still have some t-shirts to sell if anyone is interested. let me know size/colour and i'll see what i've got. <3

sleep doesn't seem to be my friend tonight, so somehow i ended up flicking through the files in my computer and i found this excerpt from an old story i haven't worked on in years. i doubt i'll ever finish it, but right now, at four in the morning, that seems a shame. ah well.

Once, soon after he and Watson had first moved into their rooms in Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson had found him sitting on the stoop, contemplating some truly atrocious acts after having been foolish enough to surreptitiously attend a lecture by Professor Moriarty. It had concerned the usefulness of non-Euclidean geometry in physics. It was late, and damp, and cold, and he never knew why she had been awake at such an hour. She had found him sitting on the stoop and brought him inside, into the kitchen, and had made him tea, sat with him, talked to him about nothing, really, and, somehow, made him feel human again. He was so affected by this simple act that for some weeks afterward he felt as if he might be in love with her, a concept that frightened him immensely. It taught him the power of kindness -- its effectiveness as a tool and the necessity of shielding himself from its terrible effects.

He was young then; young and naive, for he truly thought that it would be possible to protect himself from the power of emotion, from the effortless dominion of love. Experience had taught him the folly of such pathetic arrogance.