I always go into it thinking that it's going to be a quick, painless, rather joyful burst of fulfillment. It's never like that though. Never.
There's always the drama of crying over spilled milk, the question of going at it traditionally or maybe trying something a little bit more exciting. And then there's the issue about timing. I'm one of those pesky individuals who have to time everything just so. It has to be right, or I just.. leave.
I don't understand why it can't ever be simple. But then again, once you acquire a taste for it..
It's just too hard to let well enough alone.
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Yes, I am literally talking about an omelette. No, it doesn't refer to anything else. And yes. I am that fussy about omelettes. Yes, REALLY.
The title may have been inspired by a fanfic somewhere.
One by one they left. Leaving behind scratches and scraps, remnants of something that was once so beautiful. So perfect.
And here I am. Alone.
Restless but unmoving. A dead weight on the bed as my eyes madly trace imaginary patterns on the white washed walls, desperately trying to focus on one single thing. My hands lay numb by my sides, twitching every so often, wanting.. needing to move.
Nothing is holding me down but I'm paralyzed.
They're gone. The beautiful creations of man that I once happily drowned myself in.
The words are gone, and my thoughts are tangled and caught in a web of confusion, an incoherent mess with no end.
For the first time in so long, I'm alone.
I swear. The words are gone and I'm feeling lonely and somewhat lost. I used to write so much shit and it was all stupid and wonderful and frustratingly addictive. But I can't anymore. And yes, it makes me sad.
The History Boys is a play by Alan Bennet which was adapted into a movie back in 2006. There was one thing that stuck with me.. A quote about history which Rudge, one of the characters said;
How do I define history? It's just one fuckin' thing after another.
And that.. perfectly sums up what I think life is. A series of events which sometimes overlap. It's not necessarily a bad thing, it's just a practical way of viewing life. I can always compare it to other things - rollercoasters being the most common one, or maybe a box of chocolates (thank you, Forrest Gump), but at the end of the day it is indeed - one fuckin' thing after another.
Squee according to urban dictionary; A noise primarily made by an over-excited fangirl.
So. New episodes of Doctor Who featuring Matt Smith as the eleventh Doctor, complete with a new TARDIS and a new sonic screwdriver.
But before I start, I have to admit that I only got into Doctor Who a couple of months ago, starting on Chris Eccleston's ninth Doctor. So I'm no expert on the minute details of the TARDIS, the Doctor's mannerisms etc.. This squee post is from a new fan's point of view, please don't clobber my n00b-ness.
Lesse.. I wasn't all that enthusiastic on Eleven's first appearance when he replaced Ten, in fact I thought it was a bit too over the top. Mind you, I'm a big fan of David Tennant's tenth Doctor, and I was sort of still teary eyed over his reluctance to regenerate. So yes.
And then came the months of waiting, until finally this appeared;
I have to say I was a little bit intrigued. But as always, I never trust trailers. (Insert a call back to my horror at the Star Trek movie trailer.)
And then FINALLY. The Eleventh Hour. The introductory episode for Eleven.
Matt Smith as Eleven : I loved how he was sort of a little bit Ten, but still managing to be different. I loved the lines the writers gave him and the outfit.. works. The stills looked odd, but after seeing the episode and how he carried it off, the outfit definitely works for him. And his 'what, what? WHAT?' made me squee a little.. okay a lot. On the whole, I really did like him.
Amy Pond : I loved loved loved the little kid who played mini-Amy! She was adorable and sweet and perfect. Was also very taken with adult-Amy. I loved the details in Amy's life - her job, her trips to see the shrink, the Raggedy-Doctor things she made, and how everyone knew of the Raggedy-Doctor, recognizing him on sight. And her boyfriend - I predict funny things from Nurse Rory.
TARDIS and the sonic screwdriver : I wasn't so sure of the TARDIS's new look at first, it was.. big. And a lot shinier than the last one, neater and more polished. But then all the details I wasn't so sure about at first made me squee when I watched it again. So so so pwetty! The sonic screwdriver.. well not much to say about that really.
Other bits.. Loved the part where they showed the world through the Doctor's eyes. Wasn't so sure about the cryptic messages.. would rather be given hints throughout the show like the Bad Wolf messages in Ten's time. Thought the storyline was meh, it was good but it wasn't great. Having said that I really really like the montage of the past Doctors' faces, and then Eleven stepping through Ten's face. Awesome. Also liked how he told off the giant eye, even though I had to stop myself from making Lord Of The Ring jokes.. (The Doctor would so kick Sauron's ass.).. The 'whats to come' bit at the end has me intrigued. Did I spot vampires? And the Doctor with a gun??
Am also curious on how reliant Eleven will be on the sonic screwdriver. Hopefully not so much. Would love to see him fiddle more, rather than the whole 'point-and-voila' thing Ten had going on.
