Ahh, yay, the fall season is here again! I'm a bit late in doing this (explanations down below), but I'm going to try hard to keep posts going on here, and to get 10 things I'm loving every month.
1. Being back to school.
And I thought I was pretty much done with it. At the beginning of the month (merely a few weeks ago, which is hard to believe), I got accepted into a journalism program at a local college. It was a flurry of activity at the beginning, it is a flurry of activity at the moment, and it will continue right through til I'm finished in two years. I'm doing photography, news writing, article designing... Ay carumba! But overall, I'm liking it, and it's nice to get back into a routine again. (The only thing I'm not liking is having to get up at 6.00 to get to class at 8.30 twice a week. Oh, and trying to figure out the layout pages for design. It's a bit tricky to explain, but my inner math wiz tends to rear its ugly head.)
2. Cooler weather.
So long, hot humid, frizz-inducing warm air! I'd choose frigid temperatures any day. (Well, almost.)
3. The return of pumpkin/spice beverages/foods. Things on my list to try this fall? pumpkin bread, and one of those pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks. (How have I not tried one from there yet??)
4. Boots. I've been looking for a good pair since last fall, and the hunt is still on.
5. The start up of the new Doctor Who series!!! Which, unfortunately, is supposed to be ending this Saturday. *Sob* But as for the old clip above, I love this moment from the 2nd Doctor.
6. Silent movies. Some can't stand them, but me...
7. Elementary. Ok, sure there's still the BBC's Sherlock. But I can't resist this one. Jonny Lee Miller has won me over.
8. Sleep. Having to get up at 6:00 twice a week, I need it.
9. Another thing I should probably be shunned for, but I care not. (The '20s have arrived!)
10. My birthday. Yep, it came and went as of this past Wednesday. Yay for cake.
-I may be starting to broadcast my thoughts on Sundays now.
-Not such a bad idea, though I like doing it on the Friday.
-The teasing is tender and trying and thoughtful. -That sounds like a line in a poem.
-I guess it is, as it's Gertrude Stein.
-Out of all the poets I could have studied, she's the one whose work I keep coming back to.
-Her work is certainly... Something.
-There's nothing more annoying than connecting your camera to your computer, only to find that your pictures looked better on your camera screen than on your computer.
-My thoughts used to tumble out like popcorn, but now they come out like...
-Molasses.
-Slow, and syrupy.
-And rather thick, heheh.
-I learned this past weekend that Agatha Christie wrote romance novels under a psyeudonim.
-Psyeudonim?
-Pseudonym.
-Why could I not spell that?
-Nowadays, when you want to look up the spelling of a word, all you have to do is type it in on google and it will do the work for you.
-Remember Google Mystery??
-That was a lot of fun.
-People googled the strangest things.
-I was happy to come across this.
-The sad thing is, I've become one of those people.
-I didn't see the appeal at first, other than the costumes, but it drew me in.
-That's ok, though.
-At least I can wait patiently til January, or whenever it airs here.
-Just so long as I don't see spoilers!
-Oh yes, back to Agatha Christie: can you imagine that?
-If I were her, I don't think I'd be able to write a romance novel without thinking of ways to kill off a character or two.
-Maybe she did think of that while she wrote.
-And I thought the first movie was intense. Can't wait for the sequel!
-And seeing as we're on the subject of movies... Here's another I possibly would see.
-I just had a deja vu where Anna Karenina was a musical.
-Or was it Android Karenina?
-Either a deja vu or a genius idea in the making.
-Or a vision from another reality?
-I wish!
And for your weird video of the day, I present to you a number from the Peter Pan Musical. Perhaps you watched it as a kid--I used to watch it all the time--and now it just makes me laugh because it's ridiculous.
Friday, September 14, 2012
“What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?”
Things to worry about: Worry about courage Worry about cleanliness Worry about efficiency Worry about horsemanship
Things not to worry about: Don’t worry about popular opinion Don’t worry about dolls Don’t worry about the past Don’t worry about the future Don’t worry about growing up Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you Don’t worry about triumph Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault Don’t worry about mosquitoes Don’t worry about flies Don’t worry about insects in general Don’t worry about parents Don’t worry about boys Don’t worry about disappointments Don’t worry about pleasures Don’t worry about satisfactionsThings to think about:
What am I really aiming at? How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(a) Scholarship (b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them? (c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
-And the sun was shining today.
-Though yesterday it looked like it could rain forever.
-But then again, it could rain.
-The rain in Spain is mainly in the pla-ain! -I believe today was one of the first quintessential fall days.
-Even though it's still summer, technically.
-You know how each month has its own smell?
-My nose has been dripping all weekend.
-Not because I have a cold, but because something is making my eye water and the stuff that doesn't runneth over my eye lid drips down through my nose.
-Which in turn, makes my eye water again.
-What sort of fuckery is this?
-I have a fondness for saying that.
-If I haven't caught I cold yet, I probably will now.
-youppi! -Better late than never, I say.
-How have I not tried a Pumpkin Spiced Latte?
-I'm sure it's good.
-Could it trump my ultimate Starbucks fav, the Peppermint Mocha?? -Hmm. Difficult to say, will have to try the first... First.
-I doubt it.
-Will also have to try making a pumpkin bread this season.
-I prefer saying bread, as opposed to loaf.
-Maybe because I think of loaf, as in meat.
-Remember when loafting was a common term?
-LAME.
-So was sick.
-As in, "that movie was so sick."
-Um, no.
-Unless your actually sick with something, no matter how cool said-subject is, THAT TERM SHOULD NOT BE EXCEPTABLE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE BECAUSE IT IS OUT OF CONTEXT.
-How was it even popularized in the first place?
-I heard it all the way through grade twelve, and loathed it.
-Next time I hear it pass someone's lips, I'd like to throttle them.
-But obviously, I won't.
-There is a chill in the air.
-Time to put the fire place on!
-Or not.
-A few weeks ago I was using my water bottle in bed (it was a cool night) and a tiny hole started spurting water under my covers.
-I would have thought I peed myself if it weren't scalding.
-What a pleasant surprise that was.
-Tick tock.
-That Whatcha Waiting For vid remains cool to his day.
-Alice in Wonda-laaaaand!
Only here would you find a peculiar interest in silent film clips of bumbling police officers...
(I took inspiration from this post, and did my own spin on it.)
Having stumbled across DW about... Oh, three years ago or so, I'm rather embarrassed to admit it has eaten away at my mindset. I had heard about it through the grapevine, and one drizzly night in my dorm room, looking for away to distract me from one of my school papers (the way obsessions usually start) I discovered it through a music video. My curiosity was piqued, because I had no idea who these people were or what it was about.
But little did I know that within a year it would become a full blown obsession--re: this post (hahaha). These days, I can't get enough of re-watching old episodes, youtube clips, and I get irrationally excited when a new episode comes on. I know most of what has happened on the show, but that's probably a fraction of what has gone on.
I debated about creating this post, because part of me said it would make me look like obsessed *Whovian* (god, that term), while the other half was saying it would be kind of fun to put together.
At the end of the day, however, I kind of am an obsessed DW crazeh. So I figured that in lieu of the new series, I'd present to you five ways Doctor Who has ruined my life:
1. Reluctantly accepting that no space craft called a TARDIS is going to ever materialize on the street outside of my house. Ahh, many a time I would have liked a blue box to drop into my life. Especially while at university, when I was really into it and just wanted something to escape from the conditions of my average, boring human life. The show suited me fine, but it made me want to go space exploring badly. Better yet, with a good looking alien! What is this??
Steven Moffatt has given me (and millions of others like me) a sense of false desperation for a means of escape into the cracks of time and go on a wild adventure when things in life go terribly awry. It is totally unfair that the Doctor comes along out of nowhere right in the nick of time, takes his companions on glorious adventures and nearly gets them killed (but doesn't), saves the planet 50 billion times over, and brings them home again before dinner.
A blue police box the size of my closet simply disappearing into the throws of time and space without me onboard? Not fair! Yes yes, think what you will, but I'm sure most of you out there could agree.
2. The concept of time travel. I thought about it before the show even entered my attention span, but never really thought about it. And you know why? It's really confusing.
But this explanation is good enough.
Now I don't see time as something linear anymore, thanks to this show. It's more like a ball of yarn, going this way and that and ending somewhere where you least expected it. Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, spacey wacey.... That sort.
If I were to go travelling back in time, it would be to 1960s London to see the Beatles in concert. I would probably die from the shock of seeing them, not only as the the four of them were, but having actually travelled back in time to do so. Wee! BUT, if it were really an episode of Doctor Who, the Beatles would turn out to be slurians or something and kill people with their music and then try to take over the world.
And if I can work Steven Moffat's plot lines into this category, I give him props for his ideas. Because they are wild!
3. Nine, Ten, and Eleven. Any time lord (or alien in general) that's good looking, fun/adventurous with a dash of cooky, has a trademark look (bow tie! Converse!) and wears his emotions on his sleeve sounds pretty good in my books*. The only problem here is that I've been spoiled, and now my standards have been set waaaay above normal. "You don't happen to travel through time? Righto, later, bra'."
And you know what? I love them all. I can't choose favourites--my Libran nature doesn't allow it. They each know how to inspire, and they see the power in you that you don't. Even further more, they just make me want to cry at times. (Cry because I can't have them!)
And hell, when something bizarre happens at work and then some random good looking specimen comes out of no where and starts jabbering to you about creatures you've never heard of before and something about the end of the world, what are you supposed to do? One thing would be to stare, though the second and more reasonable option would be to run--better yet with him, if he grabs your hand. (*And this will probably be the reason why I will be eternally doomed to singlehood.)
4. An irrational fear of monsters and aliens that don't exist. I guess this extends to the Weeping Angels, which are pretty scary. However, non existent as the Daleks or Cybermen may be, it isn't entirely impossible for some crazy takedown by a foreign alien species to happen to earth. Just so long as they aren't a quantum locked species like the weeping angels. I never again can look at a stone statue without thinking of them and wondering if they're ready to pounce when my back is turned. Another would be one of these guys, and these dolls (aiiiee!).
5. Not having a musical theme to my life. Rose had one. Martha had one. Donna had one. And Amy Pond had one! Most of them sound dreamy and longing--except for Donna's which is kind of quirky, and has a 'am-I-bovvered' sort of feel to it. And of course, the Doctor's theme is always bad-ass. I could never decide on a theme (god, am I really thinking about this??), but if I did it would have lots of pizzicato in it. Like this.
Goes along with not having Steven Moffat write a script for my life. Damn, would he make it interesting.
