What aunt_zelda Thinks: Gridlock, To The Last Man
Dear lord, I threw up at 12: 30-ish this morning. I think I had/have a fever and it was AWFUL, you know, when you’re really cold and shaky and bundled up and nauseated and try not to let skin touch other skin because it’s so cold? Yeah, that was me last night. And I’d eaten like four hours before that! I think there might be something in that tomato sauce … and then I slept all funny and I’m stiff and achey and tired and scared to eat and …
Sorry, I just like to let it all out, I apologize if I grossed you out.
Onto DW and Torchwood!
‘Gridlock’
We begin with the Amish being killed. Then the Face of Boe (yahoo!) ‘speaking’ to a cat-nun with a gun!
*sighs* Gallifrey sounds so beautiful …
Those patches are interesting … oooo, the Doctor is MAD! I see NINE poking out!
ZOMG CAT-PEOPLES! I can’t place the cat-man’s accent but I love it, him, his cute wife, and their KITTENS. I mean, I wanna have a husband like that and have KITTENS! *faints from the cuteness*
“They have to be on your friends list.” *sporfle*
“We’re not sisters, we’re married.” *SQUEE*
Ooooooo … they’re singing! It’s so pretty … I am rather moved.
I love the doctor’s car-jumping and purple-bandana. I love all the people he ran into too, especially the bowler-hatted man …
I’m curious about the fuzzy black cat woman in battle armour and the two blond girls in bathrobes … such a thing would not be out of place in my dreams …
Yay! Awesome nun-cat! *huggles the Face of Boe*
“Don’t you go dying on me, you big old face!” hee …
Awwww, the sky! *is moved*
No! Don’t die, Face! Nooooo … wait, so Jack’s final ‘words’ were informing the Doctor that he’s not alone (translation: he should seek out and slash with the intriguingly named ‘Master’?)
Next Week: pig-people (ew!) American Depression stuff like feathered fans and caberets, and DALEKS. Sweet Shiva, we’re supposed to believe that the Master is dead when the Daleks keep returning like ‘protect traditional marriage’ campaigns?!
‘To The Last Man’
Ghostbusters! Yahoo! I mean, silly blond Torchwood from 1918 …
Does Tosh have a new apartment? It doesn’t look like the place she had when Mary and she snogged all over the place …
Oooooo, cute frozen guy that Tosh has adopted!
“Jack, have you got any more pretty boys in the freezer?” if he does, Gwen, why would he share?
“Oh, bloody cheer up, will you?” Oi, Gwen! Ianto has every right to be gloomy! *still permanently latched onto him in an eternal huggle after ‘Cyberwoman’*
Great, now I’m gonna have nightmares about being attacked by Long John Silver in striped pajamas … as if my dreams weren’t trippy enough!
Didn’t Jack die in WW I and II? *huggles him*
Singing ghosts! Yahoo!
Awww, Tosh and Tommy are chasing and spinning and kissing … they’re so adorable! Tommy’s gonna die, isn’t he? *headdesk* WHY do you torment us so, Russell T. Davies?! But I guess Tosh/Tommy is like Willow/Oz, or, better yet, Chiro. *cries* Too sweet to survive …
Yay for crumpled-paper explinations!
“A stitch in time …” heh … *wails*
Oh dear lord … shell-shocked … we were learning about that this past week in Psych. Class! *shivershiver* That’s so awful …
“So I’ll be saving the world in some pajamas? How daft is that?” hee … like Arthur Dent!
I love how Gwen fumbled with her watch and Ianto was all ‘sharp movement that’ll send the fangirls reeling’ …
I’m gonna start crying soon … god, poor Tommy and Tosh!
OMG IACK KISS!!! *cheers* My father said ‘awwwwwww!’ and I softly squeed.
*wails* How old is Tommy? I’m surprised he wasn’t carded at the bar! He’s too young and cute to die! *stamps foot and wails*
Oh my GOD that’s awful … I got so choked up …
“Because you’re my brave, handsome hero.” Ok, that’s where my eyes got wet. *huggles self*
Oh FRAK. If that was all a ploy to Tosh and Owen together via bonding over their lost-in-time-romantic-interests I’m going to KILL Russell T. Davies, don’t think I won’t!
Next Week: Remember Rhys? Only regular who isn’t bi? He might be evil. And Gwen yells at him that she catches aliens. Good to get these issues settled BEFORE the wedding …
Sorry, I just like to let it all out, I apologize if I grossed you out.
Onto DW and Torchwood!
‘Gridlock’
We begin with the Amish being killed. Then the Face of Boe (yahoo!) ‘speaking’ to a cat-nun with a gun!
*sighs* Gallifrey sounds so beautiful …
Those patches are interesting … oooo, the Doctor is MAD! I see NINE poking out!
ZOMG CAT-PEOPLES! I can’t place the cat-man’s accent but I love it, him, his cute wife, and their KITTENS. I mean, I wanna have a husband like that and have KITTENS! *faints from the cuteness*
“They have to be on your friends list.” *sporfle*
“We’re not sisters, we’re married.” *SQUEE*
Ooooooo … they’re singing! It’s so pretty … I am rather moved.
I love the doctor’s car-jumping and purple-bandana. I love all the people he ran into too, especially the bowler-hatted man …
I’m curious about the fuzzy black cat woman in battle armour and the two blond girls in bathrobes … such a thing would not be out of place in my dreams …
Yay! Awesome nun-cat! *huggles the Face of Boe*
“Don’t you go dying on me, you big old face!” hee …
Awwww, the sky! *is moved*
No! Don’t die, Face! Nooooo … wait, so Jack’s final ‘words’ were informing the Doctor that he’s not alone (translation: he should seek out and slash with the intriguingly named ‘Master’?)
Next Week: pig-people (ew!) American Depression stuff like feathered fans and caberets, and DALEKS. Sweet Shiva, we’re supposed to believe that the Master is dead when the Daleks keep returning like ‘protect traditional marriage’ campaigns?!
‘To The Last Man’
Ghostbusters! Yahoo! I mean, silly blond Torchwood from 1918 …
Does Tosh have a new apartment? It doesn’t look like the place she had when Mary and she snogged all over the place …
Oooooo, cute frozen guy that Tosh has adopted!
“Jack, have you got any more pretty boys in the freezer?” if he does, Gwen, why would he share?
“Oh, bloody cheer up, will you?” Oi, Gwen! Ianto has every right to be gloomy! *still permanently latched onto him in an eternal huggle after ‘Cyberwoman’*
Great, now I’m gonna have nightmares about being attacked by Long John Silver in striped pajamas … as if my dreams weren’t trippy enough!
Didn’t Jack die in WW I and II? *huggles him*
Singing ghosts! Yahoo!
Awww, Tosh and Tommy are chasing and spinning and kissing … they’re so adorable! Tommy’s gonna die, isn’t he? *headdesk* WHY do you torment us so, Russell T. Davies?! But I guess Tosh/Tommy is like Willow/Oz, or, better yet, Chiro. *cries* Too sweet to survive …
Yay for crumpled-paper explinations!
“A stitch in time …” heh … *wails*
Oh dear lord … shell-shocked … we were learning about that this past week in Psych. Class! *shivershiver* That’s so awful …
“So I’ll be saving the world in some pajamas? How daft is that?” hee … like Arthur Dent!
I love how Gwen fumbled with her watch and Ianto was all ‘sharp movement that’ll send the fangirls reeling’ …
I’m gonna start crying soon … god, poor Tommy and Tosh!
OMG IACK KISS!!! *cheers* My father said ‘awwwwwww!’ and I softly squeed.
*wails* How old is Tommy? I’m surprised he wasn’t carded at the bar! He’s too young and cute to die! *stamps foot and wails*
Oh my GOD that’s awful … I got so choked up …
“Because you’re my brave, handsome hero.” Ok, that’s where my eyes got wet. *huggles self*
Oh FRAK. If that was all a ploy to Tosh and Owen together via bonding over their lost-in-time-romantic-interests I’m going to KILL Russell T. Davies, don’t think I won’t!
Next Week: Remember Rhys? Only regular who isn’t bi? He might be evil. And Gwen yells at him that she catches aliens. Good to get these issues settled BEFORE the wedding …