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Holes in Flesh and Blood
May. 2nd, 2010 10:04 pmI liked this episode and you can shut up, but here are some holes that bugged me.
( spoilers rampant here. do not enter without armour. )
( spoilers rampant here. do not enter without armour. )
I was going to write a whole review about my thoughts on the episode, but that would take too long and besides it would just have been a reiteration of this conversation.
This conversation contains swearing and Moffat hating and nitpicking and Rose comparisons. Please don't read if you don't like any of that stuff.
( SPOILERS FOR TIME OF THE ANGELS DON'T READ IF YOU'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW I SPOILED YOU. BY THE WAY SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE. )
This conversation contains swearing and Moffat hating and nitpicking and Rose comparisons. Please don't read if you don't like any of that stuff.
( SPOILERS FOR TIME OF THE ANGELS DON'T READ IF YOU'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW I SPOILED YOU. BY THE WAY SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE. )
I'm writing this post a little late (okay fine a lot late) because mostly I'm lazy, but it was bothering me enough for me to take a crack at it.
So let's play a little drinking game, children. Except it won't be little, because if you aren't dead of alcohol poisoning by the end of this post, you're playing this game WRONG. Unless you have a liver made out of iron and adamantium.
Basically it's the staple of all drinking games, take a shot every time you see the trope/word/etc. on screen. This is going to be a real fun one, because we'll be taking a shot every time in the Eleventh Hour we see: 1) a Moffat trope, 2) a ripoff from another episode.
Are you feeling a little queasy? It is your brain calculating then screaming about how much alcohol that's going to be.
A couple of shots will be half-shots. I say this because some of these might seem a bit of a stretch, but I feel too strongly about it to let it go, so you do take something. Half-shot seems to be a good substitute, since I'm being glass half-empty, so DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?
Some things I will call multiple shots for, because they're pretty blatant and I feel like one isn't enough.
Are you ready? Go!
( Spoilers for The Eleventh Hour )
So let's play a little drinking game, children. Except it won't be little, because if you aren't dead of alcohol poisoning by the end of this post, you're playing this game WRONG. Unless you have a liver made out of iron and adamantium.
Basically it's the staple of all drinking games, take a shot every time you see the trope/word/etc. on screen. This is going to be a real fun one, because we'll be taking a shot every time in the Eleventh Hour we see: 1) a Moffat trope, 2) a ripoff from another episode.
Are you feeling a little queasy? It is your brain calculating then screaming about how much alcohol that's going to be.
A couple of shots will be half-shots. I say this because some of these might seem a bit of a stretch, but I feel too strongly about it to let it go, so you do take something. Half-shot seems to be a good substitute, since I'm being glass half-empty, so DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?
Some things I will call multiple shots for, because they're pretty blatant and I feel like one isn't enough.
Are you ready? Go!
( Spoilers for The Eleventh Hour )
Lennon is butt naked
Apr. 1st, 2010 09:43 pma) I have 80 points in Scrabble and the computer is still basically beating the shit out of me with a spoon. I'VE NEVER REALLY PLAYED SCRABBLE BEFORE, 0111100101101111011101010010000001110100011001010110001101101000011011100110111101101100011011110110011101101001011000110110000101101100001000000111011101101000011011110111001001100101. GIVE ME A BREAK. I thought 80 was GOOD for a Scrabble game. Bitch.
b) Hoooooooly crap Eccleston with his Lennon voice in the latest trailer. My mind is terribly confused. Mostly cause my brain equates Eccleston to person who can break people's faces by glaring at them. And Lennon's rather ... not squeaky? But not as deep. IT MAKES NOT-SENSE IN MY SENSE-Y HEAD.
c) I should find a mood theme somewhere.
b) Hoooooooly crap Eccleston with his Lennon voice in the latest trailer. My mind is terribly confused. Mostly cause my brain equates Eccleston to person who can break people's faces by glaring at them. And Lennon's rather ... not squeaky? But not as deep. IT MAKES NOT-SENSE IN MY SENSE-Y HEAD.
c) I should find a mood theme somewhere.
PUNS ARE RUBBING OFF ON ME
Mar. 19th, 2010 12:54 amthem (12:43:13 AM): this is unsatisfying as it is bland
them (12:43:18 AM): I'm not even sure if it's vetter than nothing
me (12:43:39 AM): Well, my Russian friend
me (12:43:42 AM): perhaps you should dry it
them (12:43:54 AM): ...?
them (12:43:58 AM): ...
them (12:44:00 AM): shut up
them (12:43:18 AM): I'm not even sure if it's vetter than nothing
me (12:43:39 AM): Well, my Russian friend
me (12:43:42 AM): perhaps you should dry it
them (12:43:54 AM): ...?
them (12:43:58 AM): ...
them (12:44:00 AM): shut up
oh my shit buckets
Jan. 25th, 2010 12:59 amIn my introduction to InsaneJournal, I have realised one thing.
THEY HAVE SO MANY LEE PACE ICONS. SO MUCH.
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I WANT ALL OF THEM.
OH GOD, WHY WAS I BORN INTO A LIFE WHERE I AM NOT ABLE TO BUY HUNDREDS OF ICON SLOTS FOR MY LEE PACE JOURNALS!?
THEY HAVE SO MANY LEE PACE ICONS. SO MUCH.
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I WANT ALL OF THEM.
OH GOD, WHY WAS I BORN INTO A LIFE WHERE I AM NOT ABLE TO BUY HUNDREDS OF ICON SLOTS FOR MY LEE PACE JOURNALS!?
bavarian sugar cookies
Jan. 24th, 2010 03:42 amIt is actually depressing me that this is going to be what this first journal post is going to be about, but after several false starts, some of which were Twilight discussions I couldn't get through without minor breakdowns, then finally a conclusion that I was just going to have this bloody personal journal with which I will do nothing, but finally, finally, at 2:22 AM, for the sheer fact that I have no one else to talk to, and I must get this off my chest before I kill someone, I am going to start this journal off...
With this.
There might as well be a few explanations before I get into why that article is pissing me off, and why I need to be writing it at 2:24 in the morning when I was planning on watching Top Gear, on a Sunday, before heading to bed.
( Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. )
With this.
There might as well be a few explanations before I get into why that article is pissing me off, and why I need to be writing it at 2:24 in the morning when I was planning on watching Top Gear, on a Sunday, before heading to bed.
( Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. )
