Meme!
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
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David Tennant
Err.... well, this would be my biggest crush and totally top of any list you care to mention. What can I say, he's hot, funny, a *total* geek as well as being a really talented actor. I may have more pictures of him in my room or on my harddrive than can possibly be healthy, but I'm not entirely sure I can bring my self to care. I am *gutted* I haven't been able to meet him yet, but considering the total and utter brain!fail that I know will result, this may be a good thing. If I had a time machine, on the list of things I would do is go back in time to see him in Romeo and Juliet in about 93, because, well... many reasons
This being one of them.
I can remember thinking he didn't look like the Doctor when he was first cast, until I saw the first pics of him in costume, and it just *worked*
I am amused by how often he appears to wear curtains and/or sofas. I possibly shouldn't be able to recognise and place his suits so well.
Radio Geek-ness
I'm not entirely sure how I became a radio geek, as my parents don't really listen to it that much. I should clarify that by radio geek I mean I geek over classic and new comedy, mostly from Radio 4. I honestly don't know how I stumbled upon it, possibly I will blame the fact that my Dad always gets the Radio Times and I had a tendency to read it cover to cover when I was round there. My Dad will listen to Radio 4 occasionally when it's just me and him, but that didn't start until I was *already* hooked.
Anyway, I think it came about when I was about 13, and my phone had a fm radio on it, and I was listening to it because it was a boring car journey. Somehow, I accidentally stumbled upon what I now know was a Mitch Benn song from the Now Show. It was a song about Guantanamo Bay, and has stuck in my head ever ever since (and the day they repeated it on BBC 7, like 6 years later, and I could prove to myself that it *was* the Now Show I was listening to all those years ago, what a fine day that was). Anyway, at some point I graduated to being addicted to the Now Show and listening to it every week, and it grew to other shows as well. One of the best exchanges I've ever done was making Hayley listen to the Now Show, so that I would listen to Nebulous because now we both love both shows. I think the Now Show is my favourite radio comedy, and so far I've been to two recordings, and need to go again because a) There was no Marcus both times and b) I've had my audience question read out but not broadcast.
Currently I have a *wee* bit of an obsession about Cabin Pressure and Teaboy is the only other person who understands why. This has partly to do with my current inappropriate crush (see below) and partly to do with the fact that it's quite slashy and *very* funny.
Cabin Pressure is a sitcom about the staff of MJN air, a small private charter firm (by small I mean they have one jet). There is Carolyn, who owns the company, her son Arthur who is the air steward, Martin the Captain, a rather cautious pilot who took several goes to get his licence, and Douglas, the first officer, who used to be a captain for Air England until he was caught smuggling, and is a self-proclaimed sky god who I may or may not have a bit of a crush on. John Finnemore writes and it, as well as playing Arthur, and
he writes for/ has written for Dead Ringers, The News Quiz, The Now Show and Mitchell and Webb among other things. I am going to shut up about it before I bore everyone to death, except to say listen to it if you possibly can!
Inappropriate Crushes
Ah yes, this would be my rather long "and yet..." list; my ability to get crushes on the most inappropriate person in a given set. The and yet... list is of people who are mad/ a bit of a douche/ really not conventionally attractive/ far too old AND YET you still would, if given half a chance. Most of the people on my and yet... list fall into the last two categories. Examples on the less controversial end of the scale would be Patrick Stewart or Dean Stockwell.
Young Dean Stockwell, just because.
Dean Stockwell counts double because Al is a good fictional example, he is a complete womaniser, and would use a line on you, and you would *know* it was a line, as well as being rather a lot older than me and has a rather questionable taste in clothes, and yet I still would in a heartbeat.
Al in dress whites because unf.
And as that's kinda small:
YAY! Al and Sam!
Luckily for me, the Scans Daily motto of its never just you seems to hold true for me here, as there is usually at least one person *cough*Teaboy*cough* who understands where I'm coming from.
My current example would be La Cage Aux Folles, a show with lots of *very* hot boys in drag that in one scene involves the whole corsets and fishnets thing, as well as the son who isn't exactly difficult to look at, and yet I come away from the show with big crushes on both the middle aged male leads, who play a gay couple in the show, one of whom spends most of his time looking rather like a pantomime dame, and the other of whom I freely admit is a big overgrown teddy bear. Philip Quast, the teaddybear, the PQMF, is slightly more universal and was *very* pretty when he was younger, and the amount he flirts with the audience really its not surprising.
Told you he was pretty
Roger Allam on the other hand, is possibly the most controversial entry on the and yet list. I probably would have been fine if he didn't finish the show in plain black trousers, and white shirt open at the collar. Umm. In case you're wondering how weird this is, he is the guy that gets killed in the shower in V for Vendetta, the Queen's personal secretary in The Queen, and Super Mac in series two of Ashes to Ashes. I'm not even sure how he got on my radar in the first place but there you go.
Don't ask me, I'm not entirely sure why either.
His big secret? His voice. It's a proper Shakespearean voice, the kind that you want reading you a bedtime story every night. He is also the only man who could make "I thought you coped very well with being anchovied" sound like a come on. Especially when, in context, "being anchovied" seems rather reminiscent of being radished. I have rather the same reaction to his voice as Fran does to Peter Serafinowicz's character in Black Books. He can also eat a crossiant in a filthier way than I think even John Barrowman will be able to manage. And as for his rendition of I Am What I Am, it has brought me to tears on several occasions. Umm so yeah... inapproriate crushes, I can haz!
Yeah, I have crushes on the two in the middle, go figure.
Hive Mind 53
The hive mind 53 would be the core of me, Teaboy, and Bethan who lived at House 53 last year. It also extends to many other people in our joint circle of friends, as well as some people that some of us have never met and other old friends who we've known forever. Basically over the course of the past two years, but especially since we started living together, we have become assimilated into one hive mind. As anyone who has ever spent any time with the three of us (which is most of you reading this) can attest the amount of time two or more of us have the same idea or go to say the exact same thing at the same time can reach epic proportions. It also means those people in my life who I just gel with without having to think about it, the people who at least understand my weirdness, even if they don't share it. My family aren't part of the Hive Mind, and in that respect I think the people of the Hive Mind are more important to me, because they're the people I can be utterly myself with, without feeling like I'm being judged or laughed at. You guys, you hive minders, you know who you are, I just want to thank you all for the total acceptance of me and my eccentricities, and for sharing most of them with me. I love you guys.
Suicide Vogon
Moving on from that decidedly sentimental thought, to something much more silly, my Suicide Vogon. If I was in Cardiff I would take of photo of him to post here, but as I'm not, I can't. My Suicide Vogon is a model of a Vogon from the Hitchhiker's film that was one of the first things I bought from Forbidden Planet when I moved to Cardiff. It was half price IIRC, and the only Hitchhiker's model that actually looked anything like it should. The suicide part comes from the fact that it is ever so slightly top heavy, and thus has a tendency to leap off of my shelf when I'm not looking, and crash head first into the ground below. He hasn't done so for some time, so I can only assume he;s having some therapy, possibly from the Doctor, with whom he shares a shelf.
One time, he fell forward onto a plate on a lower shelf, causing it to flip off the shelf and smash on my desk. I can't remember who coined the term, it may have been me, but anyway the name has stuck and he shall be now and forever more be the Suicide Vogon.
Wow, this has become long and slightly picspammy, didn't mean to ramble for quite so long.
Edit: Whilst I was typing this, a Frenchman came to buy a smart car that my stepdad had bought to do up and sell on. He was very vaguely teddybearish, and my brain was going "Georges, Georges, Georges" the entire time I was speaking to him, with the result I didn't really concentrate on what he said. I then took Ninja!photos out of my window whilst he spoke to my mother. I would post them here, but you know, privacy, so I shall show relevant people at the weekend and you can see if you can see where I'm coming from.
Stoled off of plum177
David Tennant
Err.... well, this would be my biggest crush and totally top of any list you care to mention. What can I say, he's hot, funny, a *total* geek as well as being a really talented actor. I may have more pictures of him in my room or on my harddrive than can possibly be healthy, but I'm not entirely sure I can bring my self to care. I am *gutted* I haven't been able to meet him yet, but considering the total and utter brain!fail that I know will result, this may be a good thing. If I had a time machine, on the list of things I would do is go back in time to see him in Romeo and Juliet in about 93, because, well... many reasons
This being one of them.
I can remember thinking he didn't look like the Doctor when he was first cast, until I saw the first pics of him in costume, and it just *worked*
I am amused by how often he appears to wear curtains and/or sofas. I possibly shouldn't be able to recognise and place his suits so well.
Radio Geek-ness
I'm not entirely sure how I became a radio geek, as my parents don't really listen to it that much. I should clarify that by radio geek I mean I geek over classic and new comedy, mostly from Radio 4. I honestly don't know how I stumbled upon it, possibly I will blame the fact that my Dad always gets the Radio Times and I had a tendency to read it cover to cover when I was round there. My Dad will listen to Radio 4 occasionally when it's just me and him, but that didn't start until I was *already* hooked.
Anyway, I think it came about when I was about 13, and my phone had a fm radio on it, and I was listening to it because it was a boring car journey. Somehow, I accidentally stumbled upon what I now know was a Mitch Benn song from the Now Show. It was a song about Guantanamo Bay, and has stuck in my head ever ever since (and the day they repeated it on BBC 7, like 6 years later, and I could prove to myself that it *was* the Now Show I was listening to all those years ago, what a fine day that was). Anyway, at some point I graduated to being addicted to the Now Show and listening to it every week, and it grew to other shows as well. One of the best exchanges I've ever done was making Hayley listen to the Now Show, so that I would listen to Nebulous because now we both love both shows. I think the Now Show is my favourite radio comedy, and so far I've been to two recordings, and need to go again because a) There was no Marcus both times and b) I've had my audience question read out but not broadcast.
Currently I have a *wee* bit of an obsession about Cabin Pressure and Teaboy is the only other person who understands why. This has partly to do with my current inappropriate crush (see below) and partly to do with the fact that it's quite slashy and *very* funny.
Cabin Pressure is a sitcom about the staff of MJN air, a small private charter firm (by small I mean they have one jet). There is Carolyn, who owns the company, her son Arthur who is the air steward, Martin the Captain, a rather cautious pilot who took several goes to get his licence, and Douglas, the first officer, who used to be a captain for Air England until he was caught smuggling, and is a self-proclaimed sky god who I may or may not have a bit of a crush on. John Finnemore writes and it, as well as playing Arthur, and
he writes for/ has written for Dead Ringers, The News Quiz, The Now Show and Mitchell and Webb among other things. I am going to shut up about it before I bore everyone to death, except to say listen to it if you possibly can!
Inappropriate Crushes
Ah yes, this would be my rather long "and yet..." list; my ability to get crushes on the most inappropriate person in a given set. The and yet... list is of people who are mad/ a bit of a douche/ really not conventionally attractive/ far too old AND YET you still would, if given half a chance. Most of the people on my and yet... list fall into the last two categories. Examples on the less controversial end of the scale would be Patrick Stewart or Dean Stockwell.
Young Dean Stockwell, just because.
Dean Stockwell counts double because Al is a good fictional example, he is a complete womaniser, and would use a line on you, and you would *know* it was a line, as well as being rather a lot older than me and has a rather questionable taste in clothes, and yet I still would in a heartbeat.
Al in dress whites because unf.
And as that's kinda small:
YAY! Al and Sam!
Luckily for me, the Scans Daily motto of its never just you seems to hold true for me here, as there is usually at least one person *cough*Teaboy*cough* who understands where I'm coming from.
My current example would be La Cage Aux Folles, a show with lots of *very* hot boys in drag that in one scene involves the whole corsets and fishnets thing, as well as the son who isn't exactly difficult to look at, and yet I come away from the show with big crushes on both the middle aged male leads, who play a gay couple in the show, one of whom spends most of his time looking rather like a pantomime dame, and the other of whom I freely admit is a big overgrown teddy bear. Philip Quast, the teaddybear, the PQMF, is slightly more universal and was *very* pretty when he was younger, and the amount he flirts with the audience really its not surprising.
Told you he was pretty
Roger Allam on the other hand, is possibly the most controversial entry on the and yet list. I probably would have been fine if he didn't finish the show in plain black trousers, and white shirt open at the collar. Umm. In case you're wondering how weird this is, he is the guy that gets killed in the shower in V for Vendetta, the Queen's personal secretary in The Queen, and Super Mac in series two of Ashes to Ashes. I'm not even sure how he got on my radar in the first place but there you go.
Don't ask me, I'm not entirely sure why either.
His big secret? His voice. It's a proper Shakespearean voice, the kind that you want reading you a bedtime story every night. He is also the only man who could make "I thought you coped very well with being anchovied" sound like a come on. Especially when, in context, "being anchovied" seems rather reminiscent of being radished. I have rather the same reaction to his voice as Fran does to Peter Serafinowicz's character in Black Books. He can also eat a crossiant in a filthier way than I think even John Barrowman will be able to manage. And as for his rendition of I Am What I Am, it has brought me to tears on several occasions. Umm so yeah... inapproriate crushes, I can haz!
Yeah, I have crushes on the two in the middle, go figure.
Hive Mind 53
The hive mind 53 would be the core of me, Teaboy, and Bethan who lived at House 53 last year. It also extends to many other people in our joint circle of friends, as well as some people that some of us have never met and other old friends who we've known forever. Basically over the course of the past two years, but especially since we started living together, we have become assimilated into one hive mind. As anyone who has ever spent any time with the three of us (which is most of you reading this) can attest the amount of time two or more of us have the same idea or go to say the exact same thing at the same time can reach epic proportions. It also means those people in my life who I just gel with without having to think about it, the people who at least understand my weirdness, even if they don't share it. My family aren't part of the Hive Mind, and in that respect I think the people of the Hive Mind are more important to me, because they're the people I can be utterly myself with, without feeling like I'm being judged or laughed at. You guys, you hive minders, you know who you are, I just want to thank you all for the total acceptance of me and my eccentricities, and for sharing most of them with me. I love you guys.
Suicide Vogon
Moving on from that decidedly sentimental thought, to something much more silly, my Suicide Vogon. If I was in Cardiff I would take of photo of him to post here, but as I'm not, I can't. My Suicide Vogon is a model of a Vogon from the Hitchhiker's film that was one of the first things I bought from Forbidden Planet when I moved to Cardiff. It was half price IIRC, and the only Hitchhiker's model that actually looked anything like it should. The suicide part comes from the fact that it is ever so slightly top heavy, and thus has a tendency to leap off of my shelf when I'm not looking, and crash head first into the ground below. He hasn't done so for some time, so I can only assume he;s having some therapy, possibly from the Doctor, with whom he shares a shelf.
One time, he fell forward onto a plate on a lower shelf, causing it to flip off the shelf and smash on my desk. I can't remember who coined the term, it may have been me, but anyway the name has stuck and he shall be now and forever more be the Suicide Vogon.
Wow, this has become long and slightly picspammy, didn't mean to ramble for quite so long.
Edit: Whilst I was typing this, a Frenchman came to buy a smart car that my stepdad had bought to do up and sell on. He was very vaguely teddybearish, and my brain was going "Georges, Georges, Georges" the entire time I was speaking to him, with the result I didn't really concentrate on what he said. I then took Ninja!photos out of my window whilst he spoke to my mother. I would post them here, but you know, privacy, so I shall show relevant people at the weekend and you can see if you can see where I'm coming from.