Ramblings
While Scotch tape does work as masking tape, it's a nuisance to get off (although I like the lack of weird glue residue that you'd get from real masking tape--clearly most of my masking tape experiences involved leaving it on far longer than you're supposed to). I am, of course, pulling this stunt because I haven't got any real masking tape.
I am pursuing costume information for Victoria by reading a combination of BBC photo-novels and [fan tran]script[ion?]s of the relevant episodes. The main difficulty is, of course, that almost all the episodes she's in are missing significant bits (not that I'd necessarily be able to find them in the library or wherever even if they did exist). Oh, the fact that I still don't have real internet doesn't make reading photo-novels too efficient, either. But I like Victoria. She's tricksy.
I should finish painting the Silver Nemesis t-shirt tonight or tomorrow morning. (I realized that I should use masking tape for all the straight lines and edges (see above), and that means I have to let one color dry at least some before I can re-tape for the next color.)
Pains au chocolat take forever to rise. I suppose it gives me time to do the dishes while waiting. According to a book my brother got for Christmas, calling them pains au chocolat as opposed to chocolatines implies that I'm in/from either the north or the south of France, but I don't remember which one goes with which.
Suppose the Rani survived the destruction of Gallifrey. Would it not be awesome if the Doctor were to encounter her, and they were both lonely enough that they actually tried to travel together for some appreciable period of time (I'm talking at least several episodes, here)?
Or they could bring Ace back. Because Ace is awesome. Maybe I should give up and write Doctor Who fanfiction.
I should just write. In my copious free time. When I'm not painting t-shirts and drawing on (large pieces of paper on) the wall.
Wow. Impossible Planet is clearly upholding a long tradition of egregious disregard for science. There's suspension of disbelief, and there is guys, that's not how science WORKS.
I am pursuing costume information for Victoria by reading a combination of BBC photo-novels and [fan tran]script[ion?]s of the relevant episodes. The main difficulty is, of course, that almost all the episodes she's in are missing significant bits (not that I'd necessarily be able to find them in the library or wherever even if they did exist). Oh, the fact that I still don't have real internet doesn't make reading photo-novels too efficient, either. But I like Victoria. She's tricksy.
I should finish painting the Silver Nemesis t-shirt tonight or tomorrow morning. (I realized that I should use masking tape for all the straight lines and edges (see above), and that means I have to let one color dry at least some before I can re-tape for the next color.)
Pains au chocolat take forever to rise. I suppose it gives me time to do the dishes while waiting. According to a book my brother got for Christmas, calling them pains au chocolat as opposed to chocolatines implies that I'm in/from either the north or the south of France, but I don't remember which one goes with which.
Suppose the Rani survived the destruction of Gallifrey. Would it not be awesome if the Doctor were to encounter her, and they were both lonely enough that they actually tried to travel together for some appreciable period of time (I'm talking at least several episodes, here)?
Or they could bring Ace back. Because Ace is awesome. Maybe I should give up and write Doctor Who fanfiction.
I should just write. In my copious free time. When I'm not painting t-shirts and drawing on (large pieces of paper on) the wall.
Wow. Impossible Planet is clearly upholding a long tradition of egregious disregard for science. There's suspension of disbelief, and there is guys, that's not how science WORKS.