Nine, I Still Lurv You!
Last night I was thinking that Christopher Eccleston looks deviously delicious as the baddie in the G.I. Joe movie, and I should probably watch it, despite it being a... well, G.I. Joe movie and all. And then I remembered I don't have to worry about what Jason enjoys watching or not, and I can do whatever the hell I please. That's nice. He can play daddy to his pathetic little pseudo-girlfriend and help her get her G.E.D. and driver's license since she was too much of a loser to actually attend high school classes. I'm being a bitch, but I think it's warrented when some little upstart comes along and plays the damsel-in-distress card in an effort to undermine a long-term relationship of mine. I deserve a free pass every once in a while to be childish about this thing. The mens, I hates them right now. I plan on being quite selfish for a spell and not allowing any men to get too close because I totally don't want to have to compromise my life and plans to accomodate someone else. There's an Elvis Costello song in which he writes about a girl who "wears a wedding ring her sister lent to throw them off the scent." Perhaps I'll do that.
Also, I really, really, really am tempted to sign up for this super awesome virtual season of Doctor Who staring Nine and Rose. Because despite the fantastic seasons with David Tennant, I still long for the days spent with Nine. I'm just concerned that I would not be able to get myself in the right headspace to write an episode. I might wait until tonight to see how many people bite and determine whether they need more authors. But, boy, would I love to write the scary episode, even though I have no idea what sort of plot I could come up with.
Also, I'm a complete slacker for not posting the last bit of the damn Nine/Rose story I wrote last year. I promise to do so before the weekend is out. The final two or three chapters are un-beta'd, but I'm going to post away because I can't be bothered. That's horrible, but if I fiddle around with it too much, then it won't get posted.
Also, I really, really, really am tempted to sign up for this super awesome virtual season of Doctor Who staring Nine and Rose. Because despite the fantastic seasons with David Tennant, I still long for the days spent with Nine. I'm just concerned that I would not be able to get myself in the right headspace to write an episode. I might wait until tonight to see how many people bite and determine whether they need more authors. But, boy, would I love to write the scary episode, even though I have no idea what sort of plot I could come up with.
Also, I'm a complete slacker for not posting the last bit of the damn Nine/Rose story I wrote last year. I promise to do so before the weekend is out. The final two or three chapters are un-beta'd, but I'm going to post away because I can't be bothered. That's horrible, but if I fiddle around with it too much, then it won't get posted.