There is no love in this world anymore
Apparently the excrement has met with the air-conditioner. I was at an old friend's party getting impressively drunk, so I missed it. Oh well, life goes on, hmm?
Anyway, I still haven't finished the fic. I keep getting distracted by other ideas. However, I think what I'll do tomorrow is type up a very silly little RPS piece I wrote a while back, just to get into the right mindset.
I watched Vertigo earlier today. Absolutely fantastic. One thing, though: why did the woman in the hotel tell him that "Carlotta Valdes" wasn't there, when she was? And where did she go? Did I miss something?
Doctor Who turned out really well, I thought - it was full of things that I love: a post-apocalyptic wasteland; acute sexual tension fuelled by hatred; Martha being absolutely brilliant; a message of peace, love and harmony; startling revelations; Big Homoerotic Death Scene; John Barrowman. I only have one question. How did Jack's face get to be so massive?
Seriously, the Face of Bo thing? Is that even remotely logical? Frankly, I don't care. It made me happy.
I also love the fact that Martha chose forging her own life, and fulfilling her responsibilities, over pining away hopelessly. The Doctor loves Rose (for some reason). There's nothing she can do about it. So, wallowing in self-pity, or moving on? She definitely made the right decision. Who wants to be Werther, for God's sake?
I've started The Crying of Lot 49. Have you read this thing? It's HILARIOUS. Or perhaps I should say it's Hilarius. Hahaha.
Anyway, I still haven't finished the fic. I keep getting distracted by other ideas. However, I think what I'll do tomorrow is type up a very silly little RPS piece I wrote a while back, just to get into the right mindset.
I watched Vertigo earlier today. Absolutely fantastic. One thing, though: why did the woman in the hotel tell him that "Carlotta Valdes" wasn't there, when she was? And where did she go? Did I miss something?
Doctor Who turned out really well, I thought - it was full of things that I love: a post-apocalyptic wasteland; acute sexual tension fuelled by hatred; Martha being absolutely brilliant; a message of peace, love and harmony; startling revelations; Big Homoerotic Death Scene; John Barrowman. I only have one question. How did Jack's face get to be so massive?
Seriously, the Face of Bo thing? Is that even remotely logical? Frankly, I don't care. It made me happy.
I also love the fact that Martha chose forging her own life, and fulfilling her responsibilities, over pining away hopelessly. The Doctor loves Rose (for some reason). There's nothing she can do about it. So, wallowing in self-pity, or moving on? She definitely made the right decision. Who wants to be Werther, for God's sake?
I've started The Crying of Lot 49. Have you read this thing? It's HILARIOUS. Or perhaps I should say it's Hilarius. Hahaha.