Of birthdays, doctors and Personal Gods. Not necessarily in that order,
Hello, guess what? Yesterday was my birthday! And a very good birthday it was too. I hopped down to London for the day, for the first time in forever, and hung out with my beautiful London fangirls and talked and laughed and managed to forget how awful the rest of my week was. So yay! Thank you girls for everything, especially to Mags who lived up to her promise to spoil me, and treated me to tea at Liberty and a mini Birthday cake. And thank you to everyone else for your birthday wishes and general loveliness - I appreciate every single one of them, I truly do.
I was going to use some of my Amazon gift vouchers courtesy of londonesque and nabbers to buy Philip Pullman's new book, The Good Man Jesus and The Scoundrel Christ, but Mary brought it for me instead. ♥. I promptly read it on the way home, and I LOVE IT. Possibly I love the back cover, which reads "This is a STORY" and nothing else, the most. But it's a gorgeous little book, full of ideas about how vital stories are to us as human beings (Pullman's favourite theme - Tell Them Stories), how myths become myths, how we work as people and how good intentions come from all kinds of directions. If you can ignore the fact that it's gonna be more ZOMG BLASPHEMY sorrounding it (which Pullman makes a very artful and clever point about in the book itself), it's well worth reading.
And then, just to round off the day perfectly, there was a new madman in the box.
Hands up who loves Matt Smith and teh Moffet? I do I do! See, I had always thought it was gonna be good. I love love love Steven Moffet's episodes so I'm so happy to have in charge, and I really had liked what I had seen of Matt Smith. But that part of me that will eternally ache for Ten was worried.
I shouldn't have been. BECAUSE HOW GREAT IS ELEVEN?! He's funny and cute and whilst I don't think I will ever get over you, Ten, and how I loved you, how you make my heart hurt and how I will never be able to watch The End of Time, as I miss you too much, it is lovely to have a happy, brilliant, eccentric non-emo Dr back. He is back to his amazingly British, ridiculously mad and fantastic self. Love.
I also really like Amy. Loved how she was introduced as this fiesty little girl, how she grew into a fiesty young woman and she really seems to have autonomy, a good sense of self and therefore the makings of a cracking companion.
And I love Steven Moffet's story-telling. He can make the most bizarre of things instantly creepy, and I got genuine fear chills about that crack and the door. I am deliciously terrified for the return of the Weeping Angels, and as for River Song...I can't even contain myself. MOAAAAAR.
Anyway, must go, watching my boy fight his teammate. I may be the grand old of 24, but I am never gonna stop being the fangirl. THERE IS TOO MUCH TO BE FLAILY ABOUT! :D
I was going to use some of my Amazon gift vouchers courtesy of londonesque and nabbers to buy Philip Pullman's new book, The Good Man Jesus and The Scoundrel Christ, but Mary brought it for me instead. ♥. I promptly read it on the way home, and I LOVE IT. Possibly I love the back cover, which reads "This is a STORY" and nothing else, the most. But it's a gorgeous little book, full of ideas about how vital stories are to us as human beings (Pullman's favourite theme - Tell Them Stories), how myths become myths, how we work as people and how good intentions come from all kinds of directions. If you can ignore the fact that it's gonna be more ZOMG BLASPHEMY sorrounding it (which Pullman makes a very artful and clever point about in the book itself), it's well worth reading.
And then, just to round off the day perfectly, there was a new madman in the box.
Hands up who loves Matt Smith and teh Moffet? I do I do! See, I had always thought it was gonna be good. I love love love Steven Moffet's episodes so I'm so happy to have in charge, and I really had liked what I had seen of Matt Smith. But that part of me that will eternally ache for Ten was worried.
I shouldn't have been. BECAUSE HOW GREAT IS ELEVEN?! He's funny and cute and whilst I don't think I will ever get over you, Ten, and how I loved you, how you make my heart hurt and how I will never be able to watch The End of Time, as I miss you too much, it is lovely to have a happy, brilliant, eccentric non-emo Dr back. He is back to his amazingly British, ridiculously mad and fantastic self. Love.
I also really like Amy. Loved how she was introduced as this fiesty little girl, how she grew into a fiesty young woman and she really seems to have autonomy, a good sense of self and therefore the makings of a cracking companion.
And I love Steven Moffet's story-telling. He can make the most bizarre of things instantly creepy, and I got genuine fear chills about that crack and the door. I am deliciously terrified for the return of the Weeping Angels, and as for River Song...I can't even contain myself. MOAAAAAR.
Anyway, must go, watching my boy fight his teammate. I may be the grand old of 24, but I am never gonna stop being the fangirl. THERE IS TOO MUCH TO BE FLAILY ABOUT! :D