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ravenI have so much to write about right now, it's silly. I am trying to write something sensible about India in a Word doc, and mostly failing, so I'm being quiet because nothing too interesting has happened since I got back. Unless you count my suffering a sequence of killer headaches and being a total klutz with a knife - today, I have cut into two of my fingers, my palm, and bizarrely, one of my toes - which I don't.
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hathy_col and I are the World's Coolest Humans and thus spent our afternoon doing this:
The one on the right is supposed to be a TARDIS. It's sort of, er, wibbly. The one on the left was supposed to be far more detailed and outlined in orange gel (honestly, the kit came with orange gel), but our Daleks are, appropriately, mutant. They tasted good, especially as we used the leftover dough to make Tribbles and ate them too.
Of course, the occasion for all this baking was me seeing the last two episodes of Doctor Who, finally, and I can't do proper in-depth reviews of them now, but will just say a few things about each:
The Sound of Drums was a thing of beauty. There wasn't a single thing I didn't like about it. I loved the time-travel-without TARDIS at the beginning and it just got better. John Simm is a thing of joy - and such a good actor, as well; I didn't think for a minute of Sam Tyler, which is pretty impressive - and I loved his Master. I love his ridiculous lunacy, his gleeful killing of the British Cabinet, I loved the relentless mockery, both on his part and on the part of the show, of American foreign policy.
But the thing that stands out is the phone call. Oh, that phone call. The way the Master changes around the Doctor - becomes honest, admitting he's scared, admitting he's been waiting for the Doctor, talking about the fairy-tales they knew as kids... they become so ridiculously slashy it goes beyond subtext. Oh, I love these two so much, and the fact they've become positively mainstream gives me great joy.
Also. Also, as I said to Colleen with unholy glee, "Fuck the Looms!" Fuck them, indeed - Time Lords start off as children! They are scared wee eight-year-olds in the Academy! This makes me happy!
As, indeed, did the glorious view of Gallifrey and the citadel. And, of course, I stood up and yelled, "The big silly Gallifreyan headdresses are canon!" Because they so are! And Wikipedia has just informed me that these are the same big silly headdresses as were used in The Deadly Assasin and thathathy_col and amchau and I saw at the Doctor Who exhibition at Blackpool last year.
So, yes - much love for this one.
And Last of the Time Lords - well. I don't know. It isn't nearly as good as the one before - it lacks the pace, and it's got some very silly bits, such as the whole "I believe in fairies, I do, I do" shtick that revives the Doctor. (Speaking of which, why does the Master age the Doctor by a million years or however many it is? Just because he can? I guess that that does fit in with what we know of the Master's character, but still.)
But still, I didn't hate this nearly as much as everyone else seems to have done. It has some great bits. I liked Professor Docherty - when she was talking about Countdown, when she was making her decision, and especially when Martha gives her the flowers. Such a loely touch.
And more than that, there were two things that gave me lots more joy. Firstly, Martha Jones is made of awesome. She saves the world. By herself, she saves the world. Maybe she uses the Doctor as an instrument to do it, but nevertheless, it's her doing, and she becomes the legend rather than the Doctor, and she does it without becoming like the Master - while still putting value on life. She isn't the sort of person who can kill. She might be in love with the Doctor but she doesn't need his approval - she knows she's good. And then, after that, she chooses to leave, but when she whistles the Doctor had bloody well better come running. And he will and she knows it. Oh, so much awesome. I have rarely loved a character more.
And secondly, the Doctor and the Master. This relationship is done in glorious, unchildish complexity, and yes, it's slashy as all hell but that isn't the only reason I like it. (Honestly.) It's easy to describe, perhaps - the Doctor suffers at the Master's hands, but they've always suffered at each other's hands; there's a lot of hatred between them but they are still the only two left; they've known each other too long and too well. And it just makes sense, strange weird sense, for the Doctor to love the Master so much after all these years, and more sense to grieve so spectacularly for his death. "Dying in your arms... happy now?" - yes.
And, lastly, I was completely unspoiled for this episode, so I shall merely say: Jack is the Face of Boe. JACK IS THE FACE OF BOE. OMG. SO CRACKY AND SO RIGHT.
Speaking of which, the cookie kit above had a set of stickers, and while most of them aren't much good, there is one of the Face of Boe. It would be beyond-redemption geeky to stick it to my laptop, Y/Y?
Sigh. In other news, I have my old job back, I am unbelievably jet-lagged, I really will write something about India, and I have restarted watching Slings And Arrows and am again amazed at just how brilliant the writing is. And how delightfully twisted the humour - it's a very special kind of show that gives you the dialogue, "I take antidepressants by the fistful - all different kinds, and NOTHING WORKS!" and has it be the funniest thing you've ever seen.
And, finally, before I stop babbling, I hate David Cameron. I hate him. I hate him and his smug face and his slicked-back hair and his stupid, condescending, social-throwback "Marriage First" policy. But when he was oozing all over the BBC news earlier, I found myself distinctly thinking, at least John Simm is almost pretty...
Clearly there is no hope for me.
No,
hathy_col and I are the World's Coolest Humans and thus spent our afternoon doing this: The one on the right is supposed to be a TARDIS. It's sort of, er, wibbly. The one on the left was supposed to be far more detailed and outlined in orange gel (honestly, the kit came with orange gel), but our Daleks are, appropriately, mutant. They tasted good, especially as we used the leftover dough to make Tribbles and ate them too.
Of course, the occasion for all this baking was me seeing the last two episodes of Doctor Who, finally, and I can't do proper in-depth reviews of them now, but will just say a few things about each:
The Sound of Drums was a thing of beauty. There wasn't a single thing I didn't like about it. I loved the time-travel-without TARDIS at the beginning and it just got better. John Simm is a thing of joy - and such a good actor, as well; I didn't think for a minute of Sam Tyler, which is pretty impressive - and I loved his Master. I love his ridiculous lunacy, his gleeful killing of the British Cabinet, I loved the relentless mockery, both on his part and on the part of the show, of American foreign policy.
But the thing that stands out is the phone call. Oh, that phone call. The way the Master changes around the Doctor - becomes honest, admitting he's scared, admitting he's been waiting for the Doctor, talking about the fairy-tales they knew as kids... they become so ridiculously slashy it goes beyond subtext. Oh, I love these two so much, and the fact they've become positively mainstream gives me great joy.
Also. Also, as I said to Colleen with unholy glee, "Fuck the Looms!" Fuck them, indeed - Time Lords start off as children! They are scared wee eight-year-olds in the Academy! This makes me happy!
As, indeed, did the glorious view of Gallifrey and the citadel. And, of course, I stood up and yelled, "The big silly Gallifreyan headdresses are canon!" Because they so are! And Wikipedia has just informed me that these are the same big silly headdresses as were used in The Deadly Assasin and that
hathy_col and amchau and I saw at the Doctor Who exhibition at Blackpool last year. So, yes - much love for this one.
And Last of the Time Lords - well. I don't know. It isn't nearly as good as the one before - it lacks the pace, and it's got some very silly bits, such as the whole "I believe in fairies, I do, I do" shtick that revives the Doctor. (Speaking of which, why does the Master age the Doctor by a million years or however many it is? Just because he can? I guess that that does fit in with what we know of the Master's character, but still.)
But still, I didn't hate this nearly as much as everyone else seems to have done. It has some great bits. I liked Professor Docherty - when she was talking about Countdown, when she was making her decision, and especially when Martha gives her the flowers. Such a loely touch.
And more than that, there were two things that gave me lots more joy. Firstly, Martha Jones is made of awesome. She saves the world. By herself, she saves the world. Maybe she uses the Doctor as an instrument to do it, but nevertheless, it's her doing, and she becomes the legend rather than the Doctor, and she does it without becoming like the Master - while still putting value on life. She isn't the sort of person who can kill. She might be in love with the Doctor but she doesn't need his approval - she knows she's good. And then, after that, she chooses to leave, but when she whistles the Doctor had bloody well better come running. And he will and she knows it. Oh, so much awesome. I have rarely loved a character more.
And secondly, the Doctor and the Master. This relationship is done in glorious, unchildish complexity, and yes, it's slashy as all hell but that isn't the only reason I like it. (Honestly.) It's easy to describe, perhaps - the Doctor suffers at the Master's hands, but they've always suffered at each other's hands; there's a lot of hatred between them but they are still the only two left; they've known each other too long and too well. And it just makes sense, strange weird sense, for the Doctor to love the Master so much after all these years, and more sense to grieve so spectacularly for his death. "Dying in your arms... happy now?" - yes.
And, lastly, I was completely unspoiled for this episode, so I shall merely say: Jack is the Face of Boe. JACK IS THE FACE OF BOE. OMG. SO CRACKY AND SO RIGHT.
Speaking of which, the cookie kit above had a set of stickers, and while most of them aren't much good, there is one of the Face of Boe. It would be beyond-redemption geeky to stick it to my laptop, Y/Y?
Sigh. In other news, I have my old job back, I am unbelievably jet-lagged, I really will write something about India, and I have restarted watching Slings And Arrows and am again amazed at just how brilliant the writing is. And how delightfully twisted the humour - it's a very special kind of show that gives you the dialogue, "I take antidepressants by the fistful - all different kinds, and NOTHING WORKS!" and has it be the funniest thing you've ever seen.
And, finally, before I stop babbling, I hate David Cameron. I hate him. I hate him and his smug face and his slicked-back hair and his stupid, condescending, social-throwback "Marriage First" policy. But when he was oozing all over the BBC news earlier, I found myself distinctly thinking, at least John Simm is almost pretty...
Clearly there is no hope for me.