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ThursdaythursdaythursdayTHURSDAY.
Is tomorrow. Buggery fuck. As I have said earlier this week, there should be no Thursday this week. We are going from Wednesday to Friday regardless of the continuous passage of time and/or continued stability of the Gregorian calendar.
On that note, computer thinks it's October, which explains the barmy placement of some of my recent entries. That said, my phone usually thinks it's 2057. I have that sort of effect on technology.
Anyway, I have spent the entire day watching television.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hathy_col appeared in the afternoon, and I fed her mayonnaise sandwiches while having a good old gossip, and we retired to watch Spearhead From Space. Which is amazing. It's the first Doctor Who in colour, with trippy opening titles and it's just all terribly seventies. The Doctor appears, staggers out of the TARDIS, gets picked up by UNIT, goes on the run in a wheelchair, gets shot, steals some guy's clothes, you know the rest. And spends an inordinate amount of time looking for his shoes. "They're all obsessed!" I said at that point. They are; it seems the Doctor is fixated on shoes throughout his regenerations.
We tried The Three Doctors, which is dreadful in such a good way; it has Two and Three bickering in classic fashion and bitching over recorders and interior decor and the Beatles and the Brigadier thinks they're in Norfolk while actually they're in a black hole in another universe (obviously) and then they meet Omega. Who pronounces his name "oh-muh-guh." If anyone can point me to a good cap of him, I'd be much obliged; I think an icon is probably required. While I'm on the subject, this icon was made bylarakailyn and is, in my considered opinion, teh sex; she's so pretty.
Blue Peter, too! I hadn't watched it in about ten years, not since they went three times weekly anyway, but it's amazing what stays with you. Apparently one of their cats died today, which was oddly upsetting. And then they had Daleks and TARDISes (yes, more than one) and David Tennant, who is adorable. They asked him questions 'n' stuff, but the bit that will stay with me is him dancing with the Blue Peter presenters to the African choir at the end. The Doctor can't dance, bless him.
Talking of David Tennant, I've been listening to one of the Unbound radio plays - Exile (it has a female Doctor) - and he's in it! He plays "Time Lord #2", which is actually a fairly big role, and the whole thing is hysterical. The Doctor spends the whole thing pissed on vodka and talking to herself in the mirror, while two totally hopeless Time Lords try to track her down. The highlight so far is David Tennant saying, in this strange, strange part-Scottish accent: "The Doctor... oh, Theta Sigma, that wretched little anarchist."
And, finally - really, I do nothing but watch television - Lost.
( Lost - Tabula Rasa )
I suppose I could have watched the next episode on E4, but I probably ought to go to bed. Actually, the best part of Lost isn't the show at all. It's sponsored, as we all know, by 118 118, and Hannah is convinced they put the two guys in a room and say "be funny." I have much love for the 118 118 guys.
Okay. Nothing remains except the list -amchau, balthaser, enguarde, hathy_col, jacinthsong, mettanna, pinkishmew, pr1ncess_sara, purplerainbow, quackquacka, schlagen, shipperkitten and zeta_of_s. You know what I mean. See you all afterwards.
Is tomorrow. Buggery fuck. As I have said earlier this week, there should be no Thursday this week. We are going from Wednesday to Friday regardless of the continuous passage of time and/or continued stability of the Gregorian calendar.
On that note, computer thinks it's October, which explains the barmy placement of some of my recent entries. That said, my phone usually thinks it's 2057. I have that sort of effect on technology.
Anyway, I have spent the entire day watching television.
hathy_col appeared in the afternoon, and I fed her mayonnaise sandwiches while having a good old gossip, and we retired to watch Spearhead From Space. Which is amazing. It's the first Doctor Who in colour, with trippy opening titles and it's just all terribly seventies. The Doctor appears, staggers out of the TARDIS, gets picked up by UNIT, goes on the run in a wheelchair, gets shot, steals some guy's clothes, you know the rest. And spends an inordinate amount of time looking for his shoes. "They're all obsessed!" I said at that point. They are; it seems the Doctor is fixated on shoes throughout his regenerations.We tried The Three Doctors, which is dreadful in such a good way; it has Two and Three bickering in classic fashion and bitching over recorders and interior decor and the Beatles and the Brigadier thinks they're in Norfolk while actually they're in a black hole in another universe (obviously) and then they meet Omega. Who pronounces his name "oh-muh-guh." If anyone can point me to a good cap of him, I'd be much obliged; I think an icon is probably required. While I'm on the subject, this icon was made by
larakailyn and is, in my considered opinion, teh sex; she's so pretty.Blue Peter, too! I hadn't watched it in about ten years, not since they went three times weekly anyway, but it's amazing what stays with you. Apparently one of their cats died today, which was oddly upsetting. And then they had Daleks and TARDISes (yes, more than one) and David Tennant, who is adorable. They asked him questions 'n' stuff, but the bit that will stay with me is him dancing with the Blue Peter presenters to the African choir at the end. The Doctor can't dance, bless him.
Talking of David Tennant, I've been listening to one of the Unbound radio plays - Exile (it has a female Doctor) - and he's in it! He plays "Time Lord #2", which is actually a fairly big role, and the whole thing is hysterical. The Doctor spends the whole thing pissed on vodka and talking to herself in the mirror, while two totally hopeless Time Lords try to track her down. The highlight so far is David Tennant saying, in this strange, strange part-Scottish accent: "The Doctor... oh, Theta Sigma, that wretched little anarchist."
And, finally - really, I do nothing but watch television - Lost.
( Lost - Tabula Rasa )
I suppose I could have watched the next episode on E4, but I probably ought to go to bed. Actually, the best part of Lost isn't the show at all. It's sponsored, as we all know, by 118 118, and Hannah is convinced they put the two guys in a room and say "be funny." I have much love for the 118 118 guys.
Okay. Nothing remains except the list -
amchau, balthaser, enguarde, hathy_col, jacinthsong, mettanna, pinkishmew, pr1ncess_sara, purplerainbow, quackquacka, schlagen, shipperkitten and zeta_of_s. You know what I mean. See you all afterwards.