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August Rush

Thu, 01 May 2008 02:16:53 GMT

It's been a very, very long time since a movie gave me goosebumps.

August Rush did that pretty much all the way through.

My only regret is that I didn't get to see this in theaters!

Amazing. Amazing.

When real life and fandom collide.

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 19:42:55 GMT

The other day I was outside doing some tidying up, when my new next-door neighbor, who I had yet to formally meet, walked across the lawn and pointed at my breasts.

"Is that the TARDIS on your chest?" he asked.

I must have looked as confused as I was (Seriously, who starts a conversation like that with a complete stranger?!), because he quickly motioned his hands a bit lower, and said rather sheepishly, "Your shirt."

I looked down, finally remembering that I'd quickly thrown on my Doctor Who t-shirt that morning. There was, indeed, a Police Public Call Box emblazoned across my chest.

"Oh! Yes, it is. You're a Doctor Who fan?"

"Yup. All the way back to the Tom Baker days."

I very quickly went from wondering if I was going to need to slap the guy to chatting away about science fiction, favorite Doctors, and the neighborhood in general. After talking for a bit, he said he needed to get going, and started to head back to his house. He stopped after a few steps and turned around, flashing a grin.

"By the way, love the t-shirt."

HOLY CRAP, I'M LIVING NEXT DOOR TO CAPTAIN JACK.

Partners in Crime Reaction Post (Spoilers)

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 01:45:50 GMT

I thought this was a fun episode. Not on the caliber of Doomsday or Blink, certainly, but very highly enjoyable. And happy, which I needed after the emotional roller coaster that was Torchwood last night.

I was sort of ambivalent on the new theme music when I saw "Voyage of the Damned" but it's definitely grown on me. I think I prefer this version now. Very bass-y.

Can I just say that I'm seriously jealous of Donna's hair? It's gorgeous. The Doctor's not the only one who wanted to be ginger. Speaking of the Doctor, his hair was a bit crazier than usual in this one. I approve.

Hee, Health and Safety has a Film Department. People will believe anything if it's accompanied by the psychic paper.

The premise of this episode really reminds me of the Torchwood novel Slow Decay. Except that the Adipose are seriously cute. (I want a stuffed animal of one of them. So adorable!)

I loved seeing how Donna's time with the Doctor, short though it was, had made such an impact on her life. It changed her. And while her mum seems blissfully oblivious to this, her grandfather could see it. The scenes between the two of them were great, and I can't wait to see more of him throughout the series.

I think my favorite moment of this episode was definitely the Doctor talking to himself in the TARDIS. The TARDIS, which is usually so full of life, seems so incredibly lonely. The Doctor needs an audience. He needs someone to spout technobabble to at that ridiculous pace that Tennant manages so well. He needs someone to stop him and someone to hold his hand.

I was really impressed with Donna's sleuthing in this episode. She seems to have a bit of a Sarah Jane Smith vibe going on now, and I like that. I think she's going to be a good companion for the Doctor.

I geeked out over the Doctor with the stethoscope. Of course he'd have one of those in his pockets.

Donna is rubbish at charades. I was translating the whole silent conversation for my mother, who was watching this episode with me, and I lost Donna at the same moment the Doctor did. Great scene.

Who'd have sonic? Of course, the only person the Doctor thinks wouldn't have a sonic device: crazy Adipose chick!

"Hold on!"
"I AM!"

and

"This is all your fault! I should have stayed home!"

Okay, so Donna has changed, but she's still Donna. :-P

Did anyone else notice the way the scene where Donna produced the second capsule and held it out to the Doctor mirrored the scene where the Doctor gave Martha her key to the TARDIS last season? I loved that. They seem to be fond of doing that from time to time -- there were a couple things in "Love and Monsters" like that as well, where the Doctor and Rose mirrored Elton and Ursula. And the scene with the cat flap reminded me of the scene in "Rose" where Rose lifts up the flap to find the Doctor staring in. And of course there were the mentions of the Cat People, and that shout out to the Shadow Proclamation as well.

I really, really love Donna's grandfather. Poor guy was looking the wrong way when the space ship was flying overhead!

Okay, who else yelled, "ROSE!" when they saw that blonde-haired woman from behind? I know I wasn't the only one. I wasn't expecting to see her this soon, but it was a neat surprise. Very, very curious as to what's going on with the void. It seems as though it's paper-thin now. And it broke my little shippy heart to know that she was there, looking for the Doctor, and he was so close. The near misses with Donna throughout the beginning of the episode were very comedic, because you knew they'd have to run into each other eventually. But Rose...she just walks away, back into the parallel Earth, to the music from Doomsday. (Which gets me every time.) Another nice mirroring scene.

Woo hoo, the Doctor learned from his mistakes with Martha! Thank you, RTD.

The ending was so cute. Did I mention that I love Donna's grandfather? Yeah, I think I might have mentioned that...

It can be next Saturday now, please?

Happy Who Day!

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 20:23:07 GMT

Black Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars: $42
Doctor Who T-Shirt: $15
Pizza: $20
Geeking out over the first series premiere since becoming a Doctor Who fan: PRICELESS.

Thoughts on Partners in Crime later. :)

I'm like, "Do you two wanna be alone?"

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 21:11:57 GMT

When I was little, I always suspected that my toys came alive after I went to sleep. Yesterday I was faced with undeniable proof of this fact.

I have several Doctor Who figures in front of my computer monitor, including a couple of Ten and Rose. Yesterday morning I arrived at my desk to find the Doctor lying flat on his back, with Rose on top of him. I found this endlessly amusing.

(In reality I think one of the cats jumped up onto my desk during the night and knocked them over, but hey, you never know.)

Her name was Rose.

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 21:43:15 GMT

I have a nature calendar up in my office, and I realized last night that I hadn't flipped it over to February yet. (Opps.) The picture for February is pink roses, with the following quote by Willa Cather:

"Oh this is the joy of the rose -- that it blooms and goes."

Clearly, Willa Cather never saw Doomsday.

Valentine's Day, 1929

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 22:47:47 GMT

Title: Valentine's Day, 1929
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing really, other than a tiny reference to something mentioned in Human Nature/Family of Blood.
Word Count: 714
Summary: It's not Valentine's Day without a massacre.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, there would be Time Babies by now.

A/N: Indulgent fluff with some hand porn thrown in. The Valentine's Day commercials have finally gotten to me. Written in five minutes and unbetaed, any and all mistakes are my own.

"So, where are we going?" The Doctor had been hinting about something special all day, to the point that Rose was ready to throttle him. She hoped that this time, he might actually shed some light on his plans instead of giving her a cryptic answer.

"Chicago, Illinois, United States of America. February 14, 1929," came the matter-of-fact reply. The Doctor was leaning over the console, tinkering with a switch. It sparked, and he pulled his fingers back quickly, but not quickly enough.

"Valentine's Day?" she asked as she crossed the room to stand in front of him. She took hold of his hurt hand and began to examine it intently.

"Ow, hey, that hurts!" he protested. He tried to pull his hand from her, but Rose held firm. She idly massaged his burned fingers. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the soothing circles Rose was tracing along his palm.

"Doctor?"

"Hmm?" he murmured.

"Valentine's Day," she prompted. Rose let go of his hand, realizing she wasn't going to get a coherent answer as long as she continued her loving ministrations upon it.

His eyes snapped open, suddenly alert again. "Ah! Yes! I thought we'd find a nice, cozy restaurant and have ourselves a proper Valentine's Day dinner."

"What, you're not taking me to some exotic planet where kissing is outlawed and we'll be guests of the local authorities in a dark, cold cell for three days?" she teased.

"Err, no. Thought I'd leave that for St. Patrick's Day. You know, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish!'? It'll be loads of fun." He waggled an eyebrow at her.

"You're not Irish, you're from Gallifrey."

"Gallifrey's in Ireland. Just outside Dublin. Psychic paper says so and everything." He rummaged around in his coat pocket and then brandished the wallet at her.

"The psychic paper tells me whatever you want me to see, Doctor," she chuckled.

"That's completely beside the point! So, anyway, Valentine's Day. I'll just pop in the coordinates and we'll have ourselves a lovely evening of it." Rose deftly stepped out of the Doctor's way as he started flipping switches and pulling levers around the console.

"In Chicago? In 1929?"

"Yes. Is there something wrong, Rose?"

"Well, I'm not the best historian, but I believe that's the date of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. You know, Al Capone?"

"Is it? Oh, well, we could be on the other side of Chicago..." The Doctor approached the TARDIS doors, pushed them open a crack before he poked his head out. Rose followed, and stood behind him on her tip toes, her hand on his shoulder so she could see as well.

There was a not-too-distant sound of a Tommy gun, and soon after, something that looked and sounded a bit too much like a hail of bullets. The Doctor pushed Rose back with one hand and hastily closed the doors of the TARDIS with the other.

"All right, I suggest a change of plans," he told her.

"Shouldn't we help them?" She nodded in the direction of the door.

"Can't change history, Rose, and besides these sorts of people don't like to leave witnesses. How about Naples? A nice evening in Naples?"

Rose wrinkled her nose. "The last time you tried to take me to Naples, we ended up in Cardiff. With zombies."

"So that's a no to Naples then. Umm..." He scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck, thinking. Suddenly his eyes widened and he was bouncing back to the center console to change the coordinates. "I know! Perfect spot!"

"Should I worry?"

"No, course not. Why should you worry? It's not like I have a bit of an unfortunate tendency towards landing us in potentially life-threatening situations on a fairly regular basis."

Rose gave him a very smug smile. "You try to take me for a romantic meal, and we end up with Al Capone."

"To be fair, Al Capone wasn't present at the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. He was in Florida -- hope he remembered the sunblock. But okay, point taken. How about an intimate candlelight dinner in the TARDIS kitchen?"

"That sounds lovely," she told him as she linked her arm in his. They set off in the direction of the kitchen; Chicago, Naples -- and even Cardiff -- quite forgotten.