Doctor Who - Boom Town

Fresh from the obligatory post-episode squee with hathy_col, I give you:

( Doctor Who – Boom Town )

I watched Confidential, which was fun, especially as it spent an inordinate amount of time mocking Mary Whitehouse, and featured a clip of Eight, which it hasn’t done before. Also, lots of Doctors saying goodbye, which is sweet and rather sad. I was sorry we didn’t see Four and Romana waving their hats in Paris, but you can’t have everything. Also, does anyone know where I can download the theme to Doctor Who Confidential? I like it far too much, it’s all snazzy ‘n’ stuff.

Two episodes left! And then I will stop spamming you all with fandomness.

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"And what is it I'm supposed to have wrote... written!"

If I weren't taken, and he weren't asexual, I would go out and blatantly proposition zeta_of_s right now.

What? I'm just saying.

In other news, I have noticed that my pathetic status as fandom nobody has hit a new low. If I still had a hotmail account rather than having Gmail grouping all my email as conversations, I would have had nearly a hundred comment notifications in the last three days. I'm rather enjoying how chatty everyone has been lately. If any of you lovely people are secretly wishing I'd shut the hell up about the fandom stuff, you've got to understand I don't have a real life at the moment. It ended the very second I stepped out of school after the leavers' lunch - all the time since has been spent in the endless daylights and quasi-normality that make up study leave. My world is defined by the oxidation states of cobalt and the electoral college in Colorado, haem complexes and Shakespeare's subversion of spoken convention, and occasionally the magpies flitting around the garden and the sunlight through the trees, because I tend to find there's nothing like revision to make you focus on the beauty of the world around you.

So instead of not posting at all, I am posting about fandom. And music, because I finally got around to updating my iPod and listening to music that isn't the Goo Goo Dolls or the Indigo Girls. At the moment, it's Damien Rice. I liked Cannonball, mainly because of the beautiful video, but The Blower's Daughter is just gorgeous. It's hauntingly done, with ethereal vocals against strings and a strange unaccountable female voice at the end.

And, Coldplay! I got X&Y from a source who wishes to remain unnamed, and I'm very grateful to her - Speed of Sound is beautiful and I'm sure I'll love the rest. Strangely enough, I don't have either Parachutes or A Rush of Blood to the Head. I may rectify the latter once I have time and/or money.

Sigh. Lack of money is a sore spot at the moment, as I'm gleefully turning down all the weekday work Tony is waving in my direction in favour of revision. Which isn't to say I don't love my job, I just can't do it at the moment. I had a good day on Saturday, what with irate Irishwomen, old Mrs Knock (she meets a friend on the street outside, hears that they've had a bad day, and just gives them the book it took three months for us to order and we're back to square one) and a woman who handed me the strangest-looking book I've ever seen. It had tooth-marks. "The dog got it!" she said. "Can you get me a replacement before my daughter finds it?"

I found her a copy, took a pound off and watched her go, shaking my head.

And then there was the six foot five man who sidled in, looked wildly around him, came up close to the counter and whispered, "Do you know anything about..." shuffle, shuffle, "...Doctor Who?"

"Believe me," I said sincerely, "you've come to the right place."

I sold him the three Ninth Doctor tie-in novels and the Discontinuity Guide. It's a pity I don't work on commission.

But no work for me this week. I'm going to school tomorrow, because I have lost my mind. I plan to revise AS Chemistry (yes, all of it in one day) but whether this will actually happen is a more difficult point.

Bedtime. I have to actually get up tomorrow.

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