This is the result of a name test. Some of it I like to adopt as true, cause it looks good on me. Other things are just b8ll2!!! Still...My comments in red.
Who is she? (An IT professional with Bachelor title)
With two master numbers, we are in the presence of a deeply humane (...Okay...) and altruistic (once again...okay...) individual with a powerful personality (Wow!). Anja is extremely sensitive (Oh god yes. Don't you even dare to comment something negative!!!) and remarkably intuitive (Which I can sense you won't. Well, go on, proof me wrong). Such high vibrations incite her to advocate a better world and to take care of the most underprivileged people on this planet (Does that include wiping the idiot part from the world? Somehow sounds wrong.). Material contingencies are of secondary importance, as far as she is concerned. While she is often an enlightened or inspired soul (Thnx mate!) – with both knowledge and creative talent (and thnx again), it is not always possible for her to experience these energies at such a high level due to the difficulties that they entail (and I blame all of you *points*). They could therefore be expressed as a tendency to day-dream, hypersensitivity, emotional fragility, dependence, suggestibility and selflessness. Her emotional equilibrium is often precarious because a high level of nervous tension is inextricable from such a passionate temperament (Hmmm...). As a little girl, Anja is endearing and adorable (My god, I am! No wait, it says 'as a little girl'. I didn't grow much however, so sounds about right :-D), eager to please (f*** off, I'm not a doormat) and particularly receptive to her family environment (...myeah...). It only takes a minor emotional upheaval or a parental disagreement for her to feel completely lost and out of her depth (...Sure...), which she can respond to by becoming totally withdrawn (Now I'm upset. See how hypersensitive I am?). Parents, it is important to encourage her autonomy and sense of duty while taking care to respect her fragile nature and preserve the carefree innocence of her childhood. (Too late, I'm Screged!)
What does she like? (Mangos...and Doctor Who)
Anja is a very emotionally orientated lady who possesses an active imagination inclined to flights of fancy (D'ya know I married and had babies with both JM's and JG. I also divorced all three of them multiple times. :-D), magic and marvel (Especially the divorces). Not particularly materialistic, she tends to seek solace in her thought and day-dreams as a way of escaping the more unexciting side of material reality. (The divorces were very exciting!!!) She is very fond of travelling and other countries, mystery, spirituality and the unusual; as well as anything else that appeals to her craving escapism. Music is another welcome distraction from the humdrum. In matters of the heart, Anja is romantic and a big softie! (HAhahaha *falls over laughing*) An idealist, she puts her man on a pedestal (Well, he has to deserve it!!! Or I'll divorce him!!!), running the risk of disillusion when the veil finally falls… She is a tender, affectionate and maternal woman who seeks true union (karmic 11 (Whatever that means)), and is quite capable of forgetting herself for those she loves.
What does she do? (Not much. At this moment, making fun of a stupid test.)
This configuration has all the ingredients for a glittering success (Really? Then where is it?) . The social and artistic domains are particularly royal roads, the material realm being neither a priority nor a condition. Anja is likely to find satisfaction in one of the following careers: teaching (Ugh!), psychology (Interesting, but as a job...?), sociology (Where I happen to work and I hate it. Well, I don't like it much. Well, it could be better. Actually, it's not so bad *shakes head*...*shakes fist* Barrowman!!!), counselling, education (Sorry, again, ugh!)…, music and other artistic activities (This is pretty artistic, is it not? Well, it's at least activity.)…, astrology or graphology – unless religion is an area of interest (Huh!? What, that doesn't go together?), or anything to do with philosophy, philanthropy or humanitarian issues (Something went wrong when they stitched my name to my mind/soul/person/body/?). (I really almost feel like this chapter should've been titled: "What doesn't she do?")
Monday, December 24, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Chaos
My mind today was very confused, distracted and anxious. It was so bad, I forgot to eat lunch and only found out this evening after my cat played with my lunch. On top of that I skipped dinner as well. In other words I haven't eaten propperly except for a small snack. And here I am blogging again.
It's not Jake's birthday anymore, or at least not in my part of the world, and the end is slowly approaching.
I'm now so tired and underfed, I can't sleep. I even took the effort to type this blog on my freakin' phone.
Jake's birthday...still today
I thought I throw this out there again. It's still Jake's birthday. In two days that doesn't matter anymore. Or...it was a beautiful event during the run of a bleak period. What the hell am I ranting about!?!?
No idea if Becky will come by to check my blog out, but if so:
Sorry for cluttering up my own blog so you won't immediately find my blog about my feelings about your book and this sentence is about to become about nothing at all just trying to pack as many 'abouts' in one sentence as I can while I'm about to faint.
I'm not so sure I'll sleep tonight.
Will it end this friday? Will it really end? If not, I'd like a painkiller for my headache and a tranquilizer for my nerves.
Sod grammar and spelling.
No idea if Becky will come by to check my blog out, but if so:
Sorry for cluttering up my own blog so you won't immediately find my blog about my feelings about your book and this sentence is about to become about nothing at all just trying to pack as many 'abouts' in one sentence as I can while I'm about to faint.
I'm not so sure I'll sleep tonight.
Will it end this friday? Will it really end? If not, I'd like a painkiller for my headache and a tranquilizer for my nerves.
Sod grammar and spelling.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Hairy 2
In my August blog from this year I posted pictures of John Mayer and Jason Mraz (or is that Jason Mraz and John Mayer?) with long curls. I feel I should add a picture of Jake with his 'healthy beard'.
Not that interesting though, though it would give my blog some needed colour.
Not that interesting though, though it would give my blog some needed colour.
Stop the Ridiculous Accusations
AND THIS!!! Somehow this did not get published. I thought it was too good to withheld.
Normally I don’t take notice of people stating that someone doesn’t have the right anymore to say or do something, because he married someone. Yes, of course I’m talking Brooker/Huq again, but the inconsistencies and the strange way of measurement is starting to really piss me off.
This is a many heard statement: “Charlie doesn’t have the right anymore to mock dodgy presenters, cause he’s married one.”
What? Why not? I don’t think Charlie married Konnie because she’s such a fine/dodgy presenter. I think more personal reasons lead to their marriage. This is like being rejected from a job in a fish store because your partner is not a very good fisher(wo)man. Or like you’re not allowed to talk about crosswords, because your partner sucks at solving them. Or like you’re not allowed to talk about people who don’t know anything about computers, because your partner is one of them. That is bullshit!
Maybe he doesn’t have the right, because he became a dodgy presenter himself, but not because he married Konnie Huq. He’s not responsible for her behaviour, because that Mss. Huq still is herself.
I like to point out that a work relationship is not the same as a marriage. I don’t think Konnie stands besides the bed with a mic in her hand when Charlie wakes up in the morning telling him he’s watching his own marriage and today is going to be a fine day because Konnie is horny and in for experimentation, but first, breakfast.
Sure he still has the right to mock dodgy presenters, it’s just not very smart since if he wants to remain fair he, at some point, has to mock his own wife. That can be tricky.
Charlie doesn’t owe us anything except maybe the gratitude we did read and watch his work. He doesn’t owe us new work, or work in the same vain. What he wants to do in his career is his own choice and not ours. What he wants to do in his private life is completely his own choice and none of our business. Nor does his private life hold a relation to his work unless he decides to televise his marriage to Konnie which so far I don’t think he has.
Judging Charlie’s work on how his marriage goes or who he’s married to is not only unfair, but also wrong, because his marriage doesn’t represent his work. Konnie doesn’t represent his work. Charlie is not responsible for Konnie’s work. And their marriage is a different subject all together.
If you want to blame any poor quality in his work to anything, blame it to his hair. His hair has proven to be distracting.
Normally I don’t take notice of people stating that someone doesn’t have the right anymore to say or do something, because he married someone. Yes, of course I’m talking Brooker/Huq again, but the inconsistencies and the strange way of measurement is starting to really piss me off.
This is a many heard statement: “Charlie doesn’t have the right anymore to mock dodgy presenters, cause he’s married one.”
What? Why not? I don’t think Charlie married Konnie because she’s such a fine/dodgy presenter. I think more personal reasons lead to their marriage. This is like being rejected from a job in a fish store because your partner is not a very good fisher(wo)man. Or like you’re not allowed to talk about crosswords, because your partner sucks at solving them. Or like you’re not allowed to talk about people who don’t know anything about computers, because your partner is one of them. That is bullshit!
Maybe he doesn’t have the right, because he became a dodgy presenter himself, but not because he married Konnie Huq. He’s not responsible for her behaviour, because that Mss. Huq still is herself.
I like to point out that a work relationship is not the same as a marriage. I don’t think Konnie stands besides the bed with a mic in her hand when Charlie wakes up in the morning telling him he’s watching his own marriage and today is going to be a fine day because Konnie is horny and in for experimentation, but first, breakfast.
Sure he still has the right to mock dodgy presenters, it’s just not very smart since if he wants to remain fair he, at some point, has to mock his own wife. That can be tricky.
Charlie doesn’t owe us anything except maybe the gratitude we did read and watch his work. He doesn’t owe us new work, or work in the same vain. What he wants to do in his career is his own choice and not ours. What he wants to do in his private life is completely his own choice and none of our business. Nor does his private life hold a relation to his work unless he decides to televise his marriage to Konnie which so far I don’t think he has.
Judging Charlie’s work on how his marriage goes or who he’s married to is not only unfair, but also wrong, because his marriage doesn’t represent his work. Konnie doesn’t represent his work. Charlie is not responsible for Konnie’s work. And their marriage is a different subject all together.
If you want to blame any poor quality in his work to anything, blame it to his hair. His hair has proven to be distracting.
Old Practice, New Period
THIS ONE!!! Good post. I forgot I wrote it and then didn't publish it. Why? No idea. Can't remember.
All the positivity stuff and all the stuff of happiness I already knew. The reason I never aired them, or even reacted on Jason’s blogs was, because it was all so obvious to me, I didn’t realize the rest of the world was only finding out or coming back around. I must admit I had a little forgotten about it too. Well, not really forgotten, it was filed somewhere in the back of my brains. Every time somebody brought it up, I remembered.
My initial reactions to Jason’s public epiphanies were: “I already knew that. He’s finding it out only now? Poor guy, that’s kind of sad.”
And my initial reaction to people having trouble practicing positivity and gratitude was: “There’s something wrong with your attitude.”
Like I said, I didn’t realize not everybody had The epiphany. So, not everybody believes in the good of practicing positivity. Also, a lot of people don’t even realize how much they got. They don’t realize there’s a very fair chance they would have been dead already if they got born 2 centuries ago, or on another continent. Our healthcare knowledge is incredible. The safety on the streets is so much better than it used to be. And I’m not only talking about people with guns and knives, but also about the hygiene. Realizing that, knowing that, there’s nothing else I can do than be grateful.
Sure our lives know obstacles and hurdles. Some you can take, others are too high. People have to realize they can achieve way more than they think. People also have to learn to draw the line on a personal level. Carrying on caring for other people and forgetting about your own needs isn’t going to help anyone in the end, and certainly not you. Often help and tools are present. Often we tend to think too hard and too complicated to solve problems. Try and make it as easy as possible for yourselves without breaking down opportunities and other people’s feelings. A few rules I try to follow.
1. Accept your limitations and celebrate your talents. Accept limitations in a situation and celebrate the possibilities.
2. Nothing gets solved without effort. If you want to achieve something, or change something, you are the one to make it happen. Put in your part of effort.
3. Make it as easy as possible and is acceptable. Being lazy can also be a virtue.
4. Together you can achieve more; it’s not a shame to ask for help. Remember:
a. You can’t change people, but you can change some of their behaviour. Inspire them.
b. You can’t change people, but you can accept their shortcomings.
c. You can change, but you have to do it yourselves.
All the positivity stuff and all the stuff of happiness I already knew. The reason I never aired them, or even reacted on Jason’s blogs was, because it was all so obvious to me, I didn’t realize the rest of the world was only finding out or coming back around. I must admit I had a little forgotten about it too. Well, not really forgotten, it was filed somewhere in the back of my brains. Every time somebody brought it up, I remembered.
My initial reactions to Jason’s public epiphanies were: “I already knew that. He’s finding it out only now? Poor guy, that’s kind of sad.”
And my initial reaction to people having trouble practicing positivity and gratitude was: “There’s something wrong with your attitude.”
Like I said, I didn’t realize not everybody had The epiphany. So, not everybody believes in the good of practicing positivity. Also, a lot of people don’t even realize how much they got. They don’t realize there’s a very fair chance they would have been dead already if they got born 2 centuries ago, or on another continent. Our healthcare knowledge is incredible. The safety on the streets is so much better than it used to be. And I’m not only talking about people with guns and knives, but also about the hygiene. Realizing that, knowing that, there’s nothing else I can do than be grateful.
Sure our lives know obstacles and hurdles. Some you can take, others are too high. People have to realize they can achieve way more than they think. People also have to learn to draw the line on a personal level. Carrying on caring for other people and forgetting about your own needs isn’t going to help anyone in the end, and certainly not you. Often help and tools are present. Often we tend to think too hard and too complicated to solve problems. Try and make it as easy as possible for yourselves without breaking down opportunities and other people’s feelings. A few rules I try to follow.
1. Accept your limitations and celebrate your talents. Accept limitations in a situation and celebrate the possibilities.
2. Nothing gets solved without effort. If you want to achieve something, or change something, you are the one to make it happen. Put in your part of effort.
3. Make it as easy as possible and is acceptable. Being lazy can also be a virtue.
4. Together you can achieve more; it’s not a shame to ask for help. Remember:
a. You can’t change people, but you can change some of their behaviour. Inspire them.
b. You can’t change people, but you can accept their shortcomings.
c. You can change, but you have to do it yourselves.
Teach Me How to Juggle
WHAT IS THIS!?!?!? I know I wrote this; it's in my drafts. However, I don't recall writing it, nor do I understand what the hell it's about. But here goes, cheap confusing fun:
I used to have boyfriend who did nill to nothing on sports. His motto was 'Dry stepping stones on wet days' or 'Try stepping stones on a wet days'. I never managed to step any stone on the path to his heart. He was closed as a highly guarded and sophistecated <>.
I used to have boyfriend who did nill to nothing on sports. His motto was 'Dry stepping stones on wet days' or 'Try stepping stones on a wet days'. I never managed to step any stone on the path to his heart. He was closed as a highly guarded and sophistecated <>.
Jake's Birthday .... Today...
Oh yeah, I forgot to say:
It's Jake's birthday today and I feel sick.
Happy birthday to the birthday boy anyway.
And on we go...
I started to read what's available of the book, some sort of preview. My head is swimming with her and my own memories; we have a lot in common. I'm seriously sitting here, at work, reading in a cold sweat already knowing I will need a lot of time to wrestle my way through the book, because my own memories of long-gone-crazy-fangirl-days will keep cropping up on me. I feel so ridiculous for feeling this way and for my own mad behaviour in the past. I think I'm going to like this.
What a ride it already is.
Should I scream and cry like a banshee (some leftover phrase from my Queen time), or sulk and retreat in my own weird little not-so-save dreamworld?
It's Jake's birthday today and I feel sick.
Happy birthday to the birthday boy anyway.
And on we go...
I started to read what's available of the book, some sort of preview. My head is swimming with her and my own memories; we have a lot in common. I'm seriously sitting here, at work, reading in a cold sweat already knowing I will need a lot of time to wrestle my way through the book, because my own memories of long-gone-crazy-fangirl-days will keep cropping up on me. I feel so ridiculous for feeling this way and for my own mad behaviour in the past. I think I'm going to like this.
What a ride it already is.
Should I scream and cry like a banshee (some leftover phrase from my Queen time), or sulk and retreat in my own weird little not-so-save dreamworld?
the G-riddle
Everything is fine in my life. I’m still learning in my job, but I get by all right. In my personal life it’s all well too. My Christmas is completely fully booked and will be spent with friends and family. My spare time is filled with fun entertainment stuff and I learned to play the cups part of the cups song (When I’m Gone from the film Pitch Perfect) and now I am learning to sing along to my cup playing. I’m not brilliant, but no-one’s life is depending on it, so I’m not that bothered of getting it pitch perfect. Pardon the pun. And the Doctor Who 50th anniversary is coming up.
I should feel exhilarated.
Why did a book, which I haven’t even read yet, wipe me off my feet and left me feel anxious? Is it because I’m having my period? Or do I actually care more than I dare to admit?
The book is ‘I’m Stalking Jake’. Yes, let’s just drop the G-word, Gyllenhaal. It’s not actually about Jake, or so the summaries say, it’s about a girl who ran a blog, together with another girl, called ‘Jake Watch’. It’s about how they ran it, about fandom and about coming-of-age. It’s written by the girl who the book is about. On Amazon it was rated 5 stars. I ordered it.
I haven’t read it yet, but since learning about the book and what it is about and after finding out about the ‘dismissive’ Stephen G. which is also in the book, I can’t help but feeling unhinged. It makes no sense, does it? It sure doesn’t to me.
The author, Becky, also blogged about him, SG, as an afterthought. There she’s talking about his insistence, on his blog (this is getting confusing), about how he’s a ‘lowly commoner, a rabble-rouser, if you will’… ‘with nothing but a computer’. ..And she writes about how ironic it is since she was ‘looked down upon for being a commoner by Stephen Gyllenhaal’. All that, I have no idea how things went along and how things happened and I accept that this is one side of a story. However, I’m not entirely surprised about what allegedly happened.
I feel like I’m slowly losing the plot in this blog, but I’m going to give it a try anyway.
What does this have to do with me feeling unhinged? Wait for it….
First, why am I not surprised? I think it’s commonly known, or at least by me, that the Gyllenhaal family, a bit of a generalisation maybe, try to relate to us lowly commoners. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that they are part of the lowly commoners society, as SG does. In this case, I completely agree with Becky; they are not and won’t be. Nor do they really understand what being a lowly commoner means. Nor do they really behave like they are, cause they’re not. They’re Hollywood fodder and behave like, though in a milder way, like Hollywood fodder.
It’s funny, in both a ‘Haha’ and ‘weird’ way, I already had them in my head as such. My daily daydream routine exists of meeting Jake and telling him we are never going to work, cause his and my worlds are so far apart, they’re not even in the same Universe. When you watch a lot of Doctor Who you started thinking in terms like ‘Universes’.
Then why, when it’s not a surprise to me, did the confirmation, which it pretty much was, left me feeling so anxious and unhinged? There’s a question I can’t answer, but I do feel slightly relieved after writing this blog even though I used both Becky’s and SG’s names in vain. Well, not really, I mean, not really in vain, but you know….No, you don’t and neither do I.
The Blog: http://www.imstalkingjake.com/2010/10/stephen-gyllenhaal-wants-nothing-to-do.html
P.S. Just to be clear, this is not a complaint towards the Gyllenhaals, since 'the facts' are all based on other people's views and opinions. The Gyllenhaals never insulted or dismissed me...mainly because I never gave them a chance...hahaha-ok....the 'Hollywood fodder' parts are not a complaint, just my observation....Now I come to think of it, it might be an insult...hmmm...Well, sorry if someone is insulted.
I should feel exhilarated.
Why did a book, which I haven’t even read yet, wipe me off my feet and left me feel anxious? Is it because I’m having my period? Or do I actually care more than I dare to admit?
The book is ‘I’m Stalking Jake’. Yes, let’s just drop the G-word, Gyllenhaal. It’s not actually about Jake, or so the summaries say, it’s about a girl who ran a blog, together with another girl, called ‘Jake Watch’. It’s about how they ran it, about fandom and about coming-of-age. It’s written by the girl who the book is about. On Amazon it was rated 5 stars. I ordered it.
I haven’t read it yet, but since learning about the book and what it is about and after finding out about the ‘dismissive’ Stephen G. which is also in the book, I can’t help but feeling unhinged. It makes no sense, does it? It sure doesn’t to me.
The author, Becky, also blogged about him, SG, as an afterthought. There she’s talking about his insistence, on his blog (this is getting confusing), about how he’s a ‘lowly commoner, a rabble-rouser, if you will’… ‘with nothing but a computer’. ..And she writes about how ironic it is since she was ‘looked down upon for being a commoner by Stephen Gyllenhaal’. All that, I have no idea how things went along and how things happened and I accept that this is one side of a story. However, I’m not entirely surprised about what allegedly happened.
I feel like I’m slowly losing the plot in this blog, but I’m going to give it a try anyway.
What does this have to do with me feeling unhinged? Wait for it….
First, why am I not surprised? I think it’s commonly known, or at least by me, that the Gyllenhaal family, a bit of a generalisation maybe, try to relate to us lowly commoners. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that they are part of the lowly commoners society, as SG does. In this case, I completely agree with Becky; they are not and won’t be. Nor do they really understand what being a lowly commoner means. Nor do they really behave like they are, cause they’re not. They’re Hollywood fodder and behave like, though in a milder way, like Hollywood fodder.
It’s funny, in both a ‘Haha’ and ‘weird’ way, I already had them in my head as such. My daily daydream routine exists of meeting Jake and telling him we are never going to work, cause his and my worlds are so far apart, they’re not even in the same Universe. When you watch a lot of Doctor Who you started thinking in terms like ‘Universes’.
Then why, when it’s not a surprise to me, did the confirmation, which it pretty much was, left me feeling so anxious and unhinged? There’s a question I can’t answer, but I do feel slightly relieved after writing this blog even though I used both Becky’s and SG’s names in vain. Well, not really, I mean, not really in vain, but you know….No, you don’t and neither do I.
The Blog: http://www.imstalkingjake.com/2010/10/stephen-gyllenhaal-wants-nothing-to-do.html
P.S. Just to be clear, this is not a complaint towards the Gyllenhaals, since 'the facts' are all based on other people's views and opinions. The Gyllenhaals never insulted or dismissed me...mainly because I never gave them a chance...hahaha-ok....the 'Hollywood fodder' parts are not a complaint, just my observation....Now I come to think of it, it might be an insult...hmmm...Well, sorry if someone is insulted.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
My Cybermen Dream
Now that I'm talking about dreams I thought I'd tell you about my Cybermen dream. It's been a while, but I'm sure I can remember quite a bit about it. The reason I dreamt about Cybermen was, I fell asleep while listening to Bigfinish's Spare Parts, a Cybermen (origin?) story.
I was with the 5th Doctor and Nyssa in the TARDIS. The Doctor was talking his regular gobbledygook; I certainly didn't understand a word of it, but Nyssa seemed to understand him. Nyssa was told to do such and so and I was ignored. I felt utterly useless. That must have been how Tegan always felt.
So suddenly we are in a house with panick stricken other people. The Cybermats are slowly making their ways towards and into the house. It was, quite frankly, terrifying. When the Cybermats came into the house we went out of the house and climbed on rooftops thinking the Cybermats couldn't climb up there. We were wrong. One by one they, the humans, were taken by the Cybermats and brought to a conversion unit to be turned into Cybermen. They got the people by shooting some seringe into you that started the conversion. After that the people's will was diminished so far, they went to the conversion unit willingly.
I, still on the roof, saw at some point a Cybermat making its way to me. It shot a seringe at me and I knew I was buggered. I did come off the rooftop and walked promptly into the Doctor. I was so distressed and upset I failed to stay clear from the Cybermat and because I failed the Doctor I clung to him like a little child. He was talking to me, telling me to do something. But because I was rather distressed I missed his whole instructions. However, I had decided I was not going to fail the Doctor again so I started stumping Cybermats left, right and center wherever I could. Then I woke up.
So that's my Cybermen adventure with the Doctor. Ironically, ever since the Cybermen are my second favourite monsters; the Weeping Angels are my favourite.
I was with the 5th Doctor and Nyssa in the TARDIS. The Doctor was talking his regular gobbledygook; I certainly didn't understand a word of it, but Nyssa seemed to understand him. Nyssa was told to do such and so and I was ignored. I felt utterly useless. That must have been how Tegan always felt.
So suddenly we are in a house with panick stricken other people. The Cybermats are slowly making their ways towards and into the house. It was, quite frankly, terrifying. When the Cybermats came into the house we went out of the house and climbed on rooftops thinking the Cybermats couldn't climb up there. We were wrong. One by one they, the humans, were taken by the Cybermats and brought to a conversion unit to be turned into Cybermen. They got the people by shooting some seringe into you that started the conversion. After that the people's will was diminished so far, they went to the conversion unit willingly.
I, still on the roof, saw at some point a Cybermat making its way to me. It shot a seringe at me and I knew I was buggered. I did come off the rooftop and walked promptly into the Doctor. I was so distressed and upset I failed to stay clear from the Cybermat and because I failed the Doctor I clung to him like a little child. He was talking to me, telling me to do something. But because I was rather distressed I missed his whole instructions. However, I had decided I was not going to fail the Doctor again so I started stumping Cybermats left, right and center wherever I could. Then I woke up.
So that's my Cybermen adventure with the Doctor. Ironically, ever since the Cybermen are my second favourite monsters; the Weeping Angels are my favourite.
Dreamer's Post
Last night, or rather this morning, I dreamt I met Jake Gyllenhaal. Yes, Mr. Gyllenhaal made it into my dreams. I dreamt I met him on some street somewhere, dunno where. Apparently he took some lessons from an illusionist because he was there to show off a few small tricks and then converse with his fans. He literally came floating in like the guy who does tricks on the streets and then walks away as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Jake didn’t walk away, because he had a meet ‘n greet to attend. I was there by accident and he floated in right next to me. Now that was an impressive entrance.
Somehow I ended up with him in a car, back seat, with two other people. We were sitting in the middle right next to each other. I realized I could touch his knee. I was touching his sides with my own, we were sitting that close; I suppose the car wasn’t that big. He was talking to the person on his left, I was talking to the person on my right, some lady. I think before we got into the car, he looked at me, maybe smiled politely, nothing more. I don’t think we said a word to each other, but I could have touched his knee and I was sitting right next to him.
A few weeks back I had the strangest dream. Yes, Jake was in that one too and so was Paul McGann. Why hasn’t anyone cast them in one and the same movie yet? Probably because some girls would have a attraction overload. Well, I would. Anyway, I cast them in my dream. They were both unremarkably normal and trying to get off a field where something happened. I’m guessing something dreadful and potentially dangerous. I know I should know, it was my fucking dream.
As we tried to get off the field, I completely lost Jake out of sight. I was running with Paul and some girl. We were trying to get wherever when the girl heard her brother/boyfriend(?) was in trouble and she went back to look for him. For some reason I thought she was going back for Jake. Paul meanwhile was trying to get out of a building by jumping from a window. He jumped, survived and then tried to encourage us to jump too. Some other boy and girl both jumped while I had an out of body experience to check the height. It was freakin’ high. I was not so sure I was going to jump. Luckily, I needn’t worry about it anymore; my alarm clock went off.
I must be the most boring dreamer of them all. I never do the exciting things and when I meet my idols, I don’t even talk to them, even when I’m sitting next to them. Nope, never said a word to Paul either. Also met Jude Cole in my dreams. Well I say met, I was at a concert and saw him play. Nope, no talkies. And with Mitchell & Webb I sat quietly. Why did I never meet Charlie Brooker?
Somehow I ended up with him in a car, back seat, with two other people. We were sitting in the middle right next to each other. I realized I could touch his knee. I was touching his sides with my own, we were sitting that close; I suppose the car wasn’t that big. He was talking to the person on his left, I was talking to the person on my right, some lady. I think before we got into the car, he looked at me, maybe smiled politely, nothing more. I don’t think we said a word to each other, but I could have touched his knee and I was sitting right next to him.
A few weeks back I had the strangest dream. Yes, Jake was in that one too and so was Paul McGann. Why hasn’t anyone cast them in one and the same movie yet? Probably because some girls would have a attraction overload. Well, I would. Anyway, I cast them in my dream. They were both unremarkably normal and trying to get off a field where something happened. I’m guessing something dreadful and potentially dangerous. I know I should know, it was my fucking dream.
As we tried to get off the field, I completely lost Jake out of sight. I was running with Paul and some girl. We were trying to get wherever when the girl heard her brother/boyfriend(?) was in trouble and she went back to look for him. For some reason I thought she was going back for Jake. Paul meanwhile was trying to get out of a building by jumping from a window. He jumped, survived and then tried to encourage us to jump too. Some other boy and girl both jumped while I had an out of body experience to check the height. It was freakin’ high. I was not so sure I was going to jump. Luckily, I needn’t worry about it anymore; my alarm clock went off.
I must be the most boring dreamer of them all. I never do the exciting things and when I meet my idols, I don’t even talk to them, even when I’m sitting next to them. Nope, never said a word to Paul either. Also met Jude Cole in my dreams. Well I say met, I was at a concert and saw him play. Nope, no talkies. And with Mitchell & Webb I sat quietly. Why did I never meet Charlie Brooker?
Monday, September 17, 2012
Why I thought ‘A Town Called Mercy’ was boring
Having that as the title suggests I found the whole episode boring; that’s not actually true. Up to the appearance of Doctor Jex I was bored. Why? It didn’t grip me. Why not? I can’t remember properly; my attention was waning at that point. I think it had to do with the time it took to get to the actual story. The Doctor, Amy and Rory took a little long to get into the town and get to meet Doctor Jex. What I found interesting about the story at all were the moral dilemma’s. These dilemma’s didn’t come to the front till Doctor Jex appeared in the story.
Another reason why I think I didn’t find it interesting was the very predictably looking and behaving Cyborg. I had a very ‘Been there, done that’ feeling about it. At that point the reason why didn’t interest me all that much. It was only later on in the story I started to get interested in the Cyborg’s intentions.
Strangely, I never found Doctor Jex interesting enough to want to know what he did in his past. I think that might have to do with the character not having been fleshed out well enough. Not sure though, this reason seems a bit off, but there goes something wrong.
What I did like was the exploration of duality of morality in the Doctor’s mind. I like how the Doctor is once again tempted to lean more towards the dark side. However, I feel it could be explored even further, but maybe Moffat is working his way to that point. So far he’s shown quite a bit of his dark side in this series. Definitely a theme.
Another thing I need to explain. I haven’t written a blog for ‘Asylum of the Daleks’ nor for ‘Dinosaurs on a Spaceship’. The reason I choose to write a blog for ‘A Town Called Mercy’ was because on Digital Spy some people were wondering why some people found this episode boring. I felt the need to explain, even though they’re not going to read it. ‘Asylum…’ and ‘Dinosaurs…’ were just obviously at least good episodes, no real need for explanation why I felt about those this way.
Anyway, I still think this series is going to be great. Looking forward to next week’s episodes. For once we get a dose of Pond-life which we haven’t had quite enough over the last two series. It’s Earth bound and has Brian (Rory’s dad) in it.
Another reason why I think I didn’t find it interesting was the very predictably looking and behaving Cyborg. I had a very ‘Been there, done that’ feeling about it. At that point the reason why didn’t interest me all that much. It was only later on in the story I started to get interested in the Cyborg’s intentions.
Strangely, I never found Doctor Jex interesting enough to want to know what he did in his past. I think that might have to do with the character not having been fleshed out well enough. Not sure though, this reason seems a bit off, but there goes something wrong.
What I did like was the exploration of duality of morality in the Doctor’s mind. I like how the Doctor is once again tempted to lean more towards the dark side. However, I feel it could be explored even further, but maybe Moffat is working his way to that point. So far he’s shown quite a bit of his dark side in this series. Definitely a theme.
Another thing I need to explain. I haven’t written a blog for ‘Asylum of the Daleks’ nor for ‘Dinosaurs on a Spaceship’. The reason I choose to write a blog for ‘A Town Called Mercy’ was because on Digital Spy some people were wondering why some people found this episode boring. I felt the need to explain, even though they’re not going to read it. ‘Asylum…’ and ‘Dinosaurs…’ were just obviously at least good episodes, no real need for explanation why I felt about those this way.
Anyway, I still think this series is going to be great. Looking forward to next week’s episodes. For once we get a dose of Pond-life which we haven’t had quite enough over the last two series. It’s Earth bound and has Brian (Rory’s dad) in it.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Goodwill
Why should artists meet up with their fans? To get goodwill. That doesn't mean they have to work the whole line every evening. That was what it said: "He didn't really work the line". What the hell does that even mean? What are these people expecting of him? Do they expect him to talk to every member of the line and take pictures and give autographs to every single one of them? Do they expect him to shake bystander's hands and ring the bells of the first 10 frontdoors he comes across? Don't they realize how ridiculous that request is?
For Fuck's Sakes!!! Grow some sense of perspective!!!
Is that the word 'perspective'?
For Fuck's Sakes!!! Grow some sense of perspective!!!
Is that the word 'perspective'?
Entitlement
How much more do actors and musicians owe us? I’m seriously wondering, because I came across another discussion about time spent meeting fans and signing stuff by an actor (Jake Gyllenhaal) after the play. Apparently he only met a handful of people and signed just as less autographs. Some people were very annoyed and some even heartbroken.
I never understood that reaction. My assumption was always that you paid to see the play or the concert and after, meeting the artist was just an extra. I always thought, and still do, the artist doesn’t owe you more than that. This means, in my opinion, that when the artist decides not to come out to meet fans, that’s his good right and there’s no reason for fans to be offended or heartbroken. Disappointed: Yes. Offended and/or heartbroken: No!
Same discussion going on in respect to Christopher Eccleston. He choose not to jump back in that ol’ river and move on. I think it’s unfortunate, and somewhat naïve of him, that he thought he could move on from Doctor Who as if it was just another project. People will always keep asking him. Will he reprise his role as the 9th Doctor? Will he meet up with other Doctors? Etc… He should have talked to Paul McGann before accepting the role.
However, I find it unfortunate and a little naïve, I still think he doesn’t owe us more than he has given as the 9th Doctor. I will thank him instead.
This still makes me angry. People are so greedy, after two hours of entertainment they still want more. Go home you buggers, you got what you came for!!!
Note: I’m in an angry mood, or at least easily agitated today. That last comment was its child. What I really meant is, don’t be offended and heartbroken if your favourite artist turns out to be human.
I never understood that reaction. My assumption was always that you paid to see the play or the concert and after, meeting the artist was just an extra. I always thought, and still do, the artist doesn’t owe you more than that. This means, in my opinion, that when the artist decides not to come out to meet fans, that’s his good right and there’s no reason for fans to be offended or heartbroken. Disappointed: Yes. Offended and/or heartbroken: No!
Same discussion going on in respect to Christopher Eccleston. He choose not to jump back in that ol’ river and move on. I think it’s unfortunate, and somewhat naïve of him, that he thought he could move on from Doctor Who as if it was just another project. People will always keep asking him. Will he reprise his role as the 9th Doctor? Will he meet up with other Doctors? Etc… He should have talked to Paul McGann before accepting the role.
However, I find it unfortunate and a little naïve, I still think he doesn’t owe us more than he has given as the 9th Doctor. I will thank him instead.
This still makes me angry. People are so greedy, after two hours of entertainment they still want more. Go home you buggers, you got what you came for!!!
Note: I’m in an angry mood, or at least easily agitated today. That last comment was its child. What I really meant is, don’t be offended and heartbroken if your favourite artist turns out to be human.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
From Which We Were Spared
From: List of unmade DW serials or films
90s US reboot - Leekley bibleEarly in the process that was to lead to the 1996 Doctor Who film, Universal Television had Amblin Entertainment produce a writers' bible which detailed John Leekley's proposed pilot and episodes of a new series.[160] The new series would have established a new continuity rather than following on from the classic series,[160] and the bible reused many elements from the classic series. It is unclear whether clearance could have been obtained for all the episodes detailed, as the costs would likely have fallen to the BBC.[160]
The pilot was to feature the half-human Doctor seeking his father, Ulysses, through various time periods—contemporary Gallifrey (where Borusa dies and is merged with the TARDIS, and the Master becomes leader of the Time Lords), England during the Blitz, Ancient Egypt, and Skaro (where the Daleks are being created).[161] Other proposed episodes in the bible included The Pirates, in which the Doctor teamed up with Blackbeard,[162] and several remakes of stories from the classic series, including:
The Talons of Weng-Chiang, set in New York[162]
Earthshock, featuring the "Cybs" (Leekley's more piratical version of the Cybermen)[162]
Horror of Fang Rock[162]
The Celestial Toymaker, who was to have been under the control of the Master.[163]
Don't Shoot, I'm the Doctor, a more historically accurate[164] remake of The Gunfighters[165]
Tomb of the Cybs, a remake of The Tomb of the Cybermen in which the Cybs are awoken by the Master[165]
The Yeti, a remake of The Abominable Snowmen featuring the Dalai Lama and Sir Edmund Hillary[165]
The Ark in Space[165]
Earlier versions of the bible included, among others:
The Cybs, a story set on Mars in which the Doctor escapes capture by hiding in a gold mine[165]
A remake of The Sea Devils, set in a Louisiana oil rig[165]
The Outcasts, in which the Cybs would attack Gallifreyan outcasts[165]
The Land of Fear, a conflation of The Reign of Terror and The Claws of Axos[166]
A remake of The Dæmons, set in Salem, Massachusetts[166]
A completed version of Shada, which would have introduced Romana and Professor Chronotis as Romana's uncle.[166]
Leekley's scripts were not well received at Amblin or elsewhere; and in September 1994, he was removed from the project.[167]
Not surprisingly removed from the project; I too was wincing throughout reading the whole list.
YUCK!
Too much bad news from the Classic Who front: Only today I learnt Mary Tamm, who played Romana I back in the 70's, has died age 62. I'm still not over Caroline John's death a few weeks earlier at only age 71. That is, I can't understand neither of them are around anymore.
I can't understand they died as young as they did. Add to that Elisabeth Sladen's death last year at age 65, and it's a rather depressing time for Classic Who. All three of them lost their fights against cancer.
Rest In Peace, Ladies. You will be immensely missed.
P.S. Of course we also lost the good Brig (Nicholas Courtney) last year, but at least he reached a nice age (81). Still, Rest In Peace, good sir. We miss you too.
I can't understand they died as young as they did. Add to that Elisabeth Sladen's death last year at age 65, and it's a rather depressing time for Classic Who. All three of them lost their fights against cancer.
Rest In Peace, Ladies. You will be immensely missed.
P.S. Of course we also lost the good Brig (Nicholas Courtney) last year, but at least he reached a nice age (81). Still, Rest In Peace, good sir. We miss you too.
13 Minutes Rant of Absolute Randomness.
Back in the office after a short interlude from work. I had nice hot weather and a lot of spare time. I did next to nothing which means I watched loads of films and cycled around the area a lot (to buy DVD's and food).
Side note: I just said 'hm-hm' in an attempt to warm up. Obviously, it didn't work.
I'm still in my Jake Gyllenhaal period. Yesterday, first thing in the morning, I ordered more DVD's, all JG films. According to the confirmation mails these should arrive somewhere around 2-3 August.
He chooses his films well, most of the time, though lately his picking has been a bit off. Nearly all films he did, at some point I thought: "Damn, I want to see that film".
I remember having some ideas for tweets, but I forgot them all.
This morning I remembered Doctor Who; still love the Doctor.
Side note: I just said 'hm-hm' in an attempt to warm up. Obviously, it didn't work.
I'm still in my Jake Gyllenhaal period. Yesterday, first thing in the morning, I ordered more DVD's, all JG films. According to the confirmation mails these should arrive somewhere around 2-3 August.
He chooses his films well, most of the time, though lately his picking has been a bit off. Nearly all films he did, at some point I thought: "Damn, I want to see that film".
I remember having some ideas for tweets, but I forgot them all.
This morning I remembered Doctor Who; still love the Doctor.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Brokeback Got Me Good
Jake Gyllenhaal. Only a few days ago I didn’t know how to spell his surname. I do now without even thinking too much about it. He really took me by surprise…this time.
It was Brokeback Mountain. Of course it was Brokeback Mountain. I can’t remember buying the DVD, but I’m sure I have it for a few years now. I hadn’t seen it for a while though, even though it is one of my favourites (tearjerkers for bleak times).
It started with my waterbed; it leaks. I wanted to get it mended, but it seems that with the one leak more leaks started to come, so I don’t want to have it mended anymore, just get it rid of. I hadn’t yet and was still sleeping in it risking getting wet or at least moist and cold. That was the reason why I decided to make bed in the guestroom, or rather purple room again.
The last couple of days I’ve been suffering from stomach aches more often en sometimes far beyond comfort. So one Thursday (?) afternoon I decided to lay my head down in the purple room. As I did so I had a nice look at the lone bookshelf that carries all kind of small stuff and a small collection of small books. Of one of the books I couldn’t read the title on the back. Squinting my eyes I couldn’t get any further than “Twee…”. Two what!? I squinted some more without any luck. Eventually I got up and discovered it said “Twee Cowboys”. It was the book Brokeback Mountain translated into Ducth. I decided to dug out the DVD and watch the film again.
It took me several minutes to find the DVD even though I was looking in the right place. I could swear I had seen the DVD not too long ago in the small compartment of the DVD bench. Checking twice, three times and more didn’t find me the DVD. It frustrated me, cause I had set my heart on Brokeback Mountain for that evening. I shortly considered watching another Ang Lee movie, but my frustration kept me from picking that one up and I resumed searching for Brokeback Mountain. Only after taking out all DVD cases and studiyng them thoroughly I found what I was looking for.
I had seen the film many times before and I already knew the story from start to end and backwards, inside out and from back to front. Yet I got quite a surprise; I noticed Jake Gyllenhaal.
I know, I know, he’s in it quite a lot. How could I not have noticed him before? Well, Heath Ledger. That’s my answer. I think it’s quite self explainatory. And yet….
Ever since, I’m hooked. I have no idea why. When I look at him I can’t sum up why he attracted me…all of a sudden. He’s not ugly, definitely not, but he doesn’t have the beauty that attracts me. He’s also not the type I usually fall for. Not really geeky, not dumb but also not extremely intelligent or smart, not funny as I usually appreciate, though he can be funny, just not laughing out loud funny for me. And yet….
And yet, right now he’s all I’m thinking about.
Good actor, that he is. And what else? He seems balanced enough? Not sure the word is ‘balanced’. It’s not really ‘quiet’ either. ‘Sensible’ maybe? No, doesn’t quite ring true to me either. I think he is all that, in his own way, just not the way I would like to see. And yet….
I keep coming back to watching him, to listening to him, to searching for more about and from him.
What just happened?
Going to watch Brokeback Mountain again this evening? It would be the umpteenth time this week. What’s happening to me!?!?
I'm going to blame it on his parents. I remember being quite charmed by Jake's older sister Maggie a year or so ago. (Sort of fun fact: Didn't think much of Jake at that point) It must be his parents fault.
It was Brokeback Mountain. Of course it was Brokeback Mountain. I can’t remember buying the DVD, but I’m sure I have it for a few years now. I hadn’t seen it for a while though, even though it is one of my favourites (tearjerkers for bleak times).
It started with my waterbed; it leaks. I wanted to get it mended, but it seems that with the one leak more leaks started to come, so I don’t want to have it mended anymore, just get it rid of. I hadn’t yet and was still sleeping in it risking getting wet or at least moist and cold. That was the reason why I decided to make bed in the guestroom, or rather purple room again.
The last couple of days I’ve been suffering from stomach aches more often en sometimes far beyond comfort. So one Thursday (?) afternoon I decided to lay my head down in the purple room. As I did so I had a nice look at the lone bookshelf that carries all kind of small stuff and a small collection of small books. Of one of the books I couldn’t read the title on the back. Squinting my eyes I couldn’t get any further than “Twee…”. Two what!? I squinted some more without any luck. Eventually I got up and discovered it said “Twee Cowboys”. It was the book Brokeback Mountain translated into Ducth. I decided to dug out the DVD and watch the film again.
It took me several minutes to find the DVD even though I was looking in the right place. I could swear I had seen the DVD not too long ago in the small compartment of the DVD bench. Checking twice, three times and more didn’t find me the DVD. It frustrated me, cause I had set my heart on Brokeback Mountain for that evening. I shortly considered watching another Ang Lee movie, but my frustration kept me from picking that one up and I resumed searching for Brokeback Mountain. Only after taking out all DVD cases and studiyng them thoroughly I found what I was looking for.
I had seen the film many times before and I already knew the story from start to end and backwards, inside out and from back to front. Yet I got quite a surprise; I noticed Jake Gyllenhaal.
I know, I know, he’s in it quite a lot. How could I not have noticed him before? Well, Heath Ledger. That’s my answer. I think it’s quite self explainatory. And yet….
Ever since, I’m hooked. I have no idea why. When I look at him I can’t sum up why he attracted me…all of a sudden. He’s not ugly, definitely not, but he doesn’t have the beauty that attracts me. He’s also not the type I usually fall for. Not really geeky, not dumb but also not extremely intelligent or smart, not funny as I usually appreciate, though he can be funny, just not laughing out loud funny for me. And yet….
And yet, right now he’s all I’m thinking about.
Good actor, that he is. And what else? He seems balanced enough? Not sure the word is ‘balanced’. It’s not really ‘quiet’ either. ‘Sensible’ maybe? No, doesn’t quite ring true to me either. I think he is all that, in his own way, just not the way I would like to see. And yet….
I keep coming back to watching him, to listening to him, to searching for more about and from him.
What just happened?
Going to watch Brokeback Mountain again this evening? It would be the umpteenth time this week. What’s happening to me!?!?
I'm going to blame it on his parents. I remember being quite charmed by Jake's older sister Maggie a year or so ago. (Sort of fun fact: Didn't think much of Jake at that point) It must be his parents fault.
Friday, July 6, 2012
13 Minutes Rant - The Mystery of the Use of Silly High Pitched Voices
Some time ago I read about someone wondering why people starting talking weirdly to children and animals. You know, dribbling all kind of nonsense in high pitched voice. The reaction you usually get is one of wonder from victim and bystanders alike. However, especially children and dogs seem to appreciate it, any other animal will look at you as if to ask: “You gone mad or something?”
I do it to my cats and they remain unimpressed. They probably think I’m completely cuckoo. It’s when I speak in normal voice to them they, or rather she; he doesn’t talk all that much (typical, eh?), respond. When I get home from work I ask them how their day was. She tells me that she’s hungry and likes to be fed. That’s usually as far the conversation goes.
Beside asking how their day was and telling them off I only speak in funny voices to them, it seems with the aforementioned results. I did wonder with them why the hell I applied a silly high pitched voice. I have no idea; I really must be going mad. I also call them kitty cats, usually in high pitched voice, and once again I have no idea why. Maybe if they tell me to stop over dramatizing I will stop. Fat chance that.
If there's anyone who cracked the mystery, please come forward and delight us...well, me....
I do it to my cats and they remain unimpressed. They probably think I’m completely cuckoo. It’s when I speak in normal voice to them they, or rather she; he doesn’t talk all that much (typical, eh?), respond. When I get home from work I ask them how their day was. She tells me that she’s hungry and likes to be fed. That’s usually as far the conversation goes.
Beside asking how their day was and telling them off I only speak in funny voices to them, it seems with the aforementioned results. I did wonder with them why the hell I applied a silly high pitched voice. I have no idea; I really must be going mad. I also call them kitty cats, usually in high pitched voice, and once again I have no idea why. Maybe if they tell me to stop over dramatizing I will stop. Fat chance that.
If there's anyone who cracked the mystery, please come forward and delight us...well, me....
Monday, July 2, 2012
Roy & Noah
When I was a little kid I had a fantasy friend; Anders. I’m sure I wrote about him before. I’m also sure I wrote I never really stopped fantasizing. This brings me to Roy. Roy was always a favourite of mine. I don’t know why, probably cause I wanted him my favourite. I even once attempted to make a drawing of what he was supposed to look like. I do remember thinking him up in my Queen period, so he was acquainted with the Queen members and especially Freddie Mercury; Freddie was very fond of him. Silly really.
My fondness of Roy got out as well; Tess knew about it. Well, she knew about my ‘Roy’ fixation. I even had a very extended roleplay going on on MSN with Jade, whom I haven’t spoken to for years. She had a Roy too; she stole the film Roy from ‘Behind the Red Door’ which was really Kiefer Sutherland playing a ‘gay Roy’. Oh, did I mention? Roy is bisexual….or just sex mad… Anyway, we thought it would be fun to have the two Roys meet and Jade even wanted to go as far as hooking the two up. At the time, my Roy was dating Noah. This meant that Roy and Noah had to break up for Roy to start dating uh..Roy.
To unconfuse matters, the Kiefer Roy was dubt RoyRoy while mine conveniently stayed Roy. Roy and Noah were parted, to my big grief and RoyRoy was magically available as well. So off we went on a very weird, bouncy and rushy relationship. We spent a great deal of our chats chatting as Roy and wooshing them from one place to the other. We even got exes involved and boyfriends of exes. Boyfriends of exes disappearing again. And I’m sure if I hadn’t put a stop to it, Jade would have hooked Noah up to one of the exes of RoyRoy, EEEP!!!
In the end we even got the two Roys married with wedding and all and one very drunk Roy. At that point I had to put a stop to it. I told Jade I could not handle anymore and divorced Roy from RoyRoy to have him come back to Noah, where he belongs.
The thing is, in my mind I had already decided Roy and Noah were forever. They were the perfect match. In my mind I had their backgrounds worked out and their characters and how they fit together. In my mind it made so much sense, there was no way else than them together. Usually I let things happen and then that’s what is, even in my fantasies. When you think about it, it might be complicated, cause whatever is in your fantasy you have complete control over. Well, yes, but to experiment with relationships and characters I sometimes have them do certain things and like in real life, they can’t be undone.
Back to Roy and Noah. I had their backgrounds and characters worked out. By the way, they’re the only two characters who have not only birth years (and Roy even a complete birthdate), but also last names, which most of my fantasy characters don’t; just first names. At some point I’ve written Roy out at the age of 28. He had cancer and died, though we never actually saw him die. I’m laughing now, cause I’m talking as if I was a writer to a soap series and I’ve written a character out. But that was what I did, because Thomas Acda said that all great artists die at age 28. Stupid really. Roy was not really an artist; he was a troubled young man having inherited some money and owned his own club. But he was dead.
Their backgrounds, characters and relationship are so deeply wedged in my mind. Noah never left, and I brought Roy back. He didn’t die, he only made everybody believe he did. He actually went to India to work in charity. Don’t ask me why, I just came up with it to explain his absence and like in real life things can’t be turned back.
The reason I brought Roy back was I was playing the Sims FreePlay on my phone, which reminds me I’m redownloading it as I write. At some point I had created so many Sims (about 8) I ran out of characters I always use. I already had Noah and thought: “What the heck, I bring Roy back.” So I did. Only then I realized how deep my love for Roy was. Funnily, Roy’s and Noah’s relationship has changed as well. I’m having great fun fantasizing about that now. They’re still very much in love with each other as am I with them.
This morning I finally decided Noah’s birthday, it’s 1 March 1980. My birthday too, incidentally. I had an online date randomnizer deciding it and this is what came out. Rather happy with it. Also, according to some site are Roy and Noah the perfect couple when looking at their birth signs. Roy was born on 23 July 1978.
This weekend I spent finally trying to visualize them with the aid of the Sims 3 ‘Create a Sim’. I tried Roy several time, because I had trouble getting him right. Noah I had no idea to go about. Though in the end I think I managed it, or at least as close as I ever got to how I visualized them in my head.
Left is Roy and right is Noah.
I have to say, the pictures are darker than when I created them in the Sims. Roy has rather brown hair and isn't as dark haired in the picture. Noah has dark brown hair, not black. Though it does give them both a nice tan.
My fondness of Roy got out as well; Tess knew about it. Well, she knew about my ‘Roy’ fixation. I even had a very extended roleplay going on on MSN with Jade, whom I haven’t spoken to for years. She had a Roy too; she stole the film Roy from ‘Behind the Red Door’ which was really Kiefer Sutherland playing a ‘gay Roy’. Oh, did I mention? Roy is bisexual….or just sex mad… Anyway, we thought it would be fun to have the two Roys meet and Jade even wanted to go as far as hooking the two up. At the time, my Roy was dating Noah. This meant that Roy and Noah had to break up for Roy to start dating uh..Roy.
To unconfuse matters, the Kiefer Roy was dubt RoyRoy while mine conveniently stayed Roy. Roy and Noah were parted, to my big grief and RoyRoy was magically available as well. So off we went on a very weird, bouncy and rushy relationship. We spent a great deal of our chats chatting as Roy and wooshing them from one place to the other. We even got exes involved and boyfriends of exes. Boyfriends of exes disappearing again. And I’m sure if I hadn’t put a stop to it, Jade would have hooked Noah up to one of the exes of RoyRoy, EEEP!!!
In the end we even got the two Roys married with wedding and all and one very drunk Roy. At that point I had to put a stop to it. I told Jade I could not handle anymore and divorced Roy from RoyRoy to have him come back to Noah, where he belongs.
The thing is, in my mind I had already decided Roy and Noah were forever. They were the perfect match. In my mind I had their backgrounds worked out and their characters and how they fit together. In my mind it made so much sense, there was no way else than them together. Usually I let things happen and then that’s what is, even in my fantasies. When you think about it, it might be complicated, cause whatever is in your fantasy you have complete control over. Well, yes, but to experiment with relationships and characters I sometimes have them do certain things and like in real life, they can’t be undone.
Back to Roy and Noah. I had their backgrounds and characters worked out. By the way, they’re the only two characters who have not only birth years (and Roy even a complete birthdate), but also last names, which most of my fantasy characters don’t; just first names. At some point I’ve written Roy out at the age of 28. He had cancer and died, though we never actually saw him die. I’m laughing now, cause I’m talking as if I was a writer to a soap series and I’ve written a character out. But that was what I did, because Thomas Acda said that all great artists die at age 28. Stupid really. Roy was not really an artist; he was a troubled young man having inherited some money and owned his own club. But he was dead.
Their backgrounds, characters and relationship are so deeply wedged in my mind. Noah never left, and I brought Roy back. He didn’t die, he only made everybody believe he did. He actually went to India to work in charity. Don’t ask me why, I just came up with it to explain his absence and like in real life things can’t be turned back.
The reason I brought Roy back was I was playing the Sims FreePlay on my phone, which reminds me I’m redownloading it as I write. At some point I had created so many Sims (about 8) I ran out of characters I always use. I already had Noah and thought: “What the heck, I bring Roy back.” So I did. Only then I realized how deep my love for Roy was. Funnily, Roy’s and Noah’s relationship has changed as well. I’m having great fun fantasizing about that now. They’re still very much in love with each other as am I with them.
This morning I finally decided Noah’s birthday, it’s 1 March 1980. My birthday too, incidentally. I had an online date randomnizer deciding it and this is what came out. Rather happy with it. Also, according to some site are Roy and Noah the perfect couple when looking at their birth signs. Roy was born on 23 July 1978.
This weekend I spent finally trying to visualize them with the aid of the Sims 3 ‘Create a Sim’. I tried Roy several time, because I had trouble getting him right. Noah I had no idea to go about. Though in the end I think I managed it, or at least as close as I ever got to how I visualized them in my head.
Left is Roy and right is Noah.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Just Some Funny DW Bits
I had a funny thought courtesy of an article I was reading; The show, Doctor Who, is like the TARDIS. It’s bigger on the inside. Gawd, that sounds silly.
I was reading an online discussion about possible Doctor/Companion pairings. Someone came up with thise one:
Doc3, Adric, UNIT
To which someone replied: “Chap with jim-jams there – five rounds rapid.”
I was reading an online discussion about possible Doctor/Companion pairings. Someone came up with thise one:
Doc3, Adric, UNIT
To which someone replied: “Chap with jim-jams there – five rounds rapid.”
List of Facts Through My Life
• The passed two years haven't helped me to readers who leave me comments telling me they at least read my blog. That's okay, tho it hurts... editions in red...blogger gives now the possibility to check how many times your blog has been read. It seems people do find my blog, but don't leave comments. Gee thnx people! Or they still don't bother to read it.
• My computer is not ready to log on to the rkop-chatbox...still not after two years, but who cares..I don't at least...I hardly ever visit RKOP these days and I forgot what chatting is (j/k)
• The new sound boxes I bought...SUCK! With a Capital SUCK and an exclamation mark...still do...still do, but I bought new ones which make me happy...The sucky sound boxes are now near the end of their lives; one has already given up completely. I'm thinking of buying a new set for in the bedroom.
• Dennis Morris and Charlie Mingroni -without the ‘e’ at the end.
• I was up at 7.00 am this morning....I could have been....I was awake and up at 7 am to empty my bladder, then went back to bed to play the Sims FreePlay. Bad (bed?) me.
• I reviewed my passed two years using my review from a couple of years ago which I recycled as well...I actually took the time to review several lists and brought them back together in a list that lists what is applicable now.
• I'm too lazy to write a completely new review...I thought it would be funny to use this list again...See previous addition
• My computer is not ready to log on to the rkop-chatbox...still not after two years, but who cares..I don't at least...I hardly ever visit RKOP these days and I forgot what chatting is (j/k)
• The new sound boxes I bought...SUCK! With a Capital SUCK and an exclamation mark...still do...still do, but I bought new ones which make me happy...The sucky sound boxes are now near the end of their lives; one has already given up completely. I'm thinking of buying a new set for in the bedroom.
• Dennis Morris and Charlie Mingroni -without the ‘e’ at the end.
• I was up at 7.00 am this morning....I could have been....I was awake and up at 7 am to empty my bladder, then went back to bed to play the Sims FreePlay. Bad (bed?) me.
• I reviewed my passed two years using my review from a couple of years ago which I recycled as well...I actually took the time to review several lists and brought them back together in a list that lists what is applicable now.
• I'm too lazy to write a completely new review...I thought it would be funny to use this list again...See previous addition
Doctor Who Anniversary
It’s been more than a year now, I’m sure. That means that my Doctor Who fangirl part has survived longer than my Alan Rickman one, or the David Mitchell or Charlie Brooker one, or Chris Morris one. No, that’s not exactly fair, these fangirl parts are just dorment and wake up and become wildly active again when really exciting stuff start happening again.
Anyway, one year of Doctor Who madness has passed and I must admit that with the series only returning in August/September, the passion has slightly faded. I also watched most of the classic classic stuff, which means that I’m now wrestling my way through stuff I don’t necessarily like all that much. For tonight I have ‘the Key to Time’ serial on my agenda. Tom Baker era is usually good.
Thinking back, what a funny opinion I had about the Whoniverse.
1) Tom Baker is the Doctor
2) The Doctor always travels with a blond bimbo…*snort*
3) David Tennant is the Doctor…Hold on wait…what happened there….?
4) Matt Smith is incredinly young, but it might work
5) The 8th Doctor is not cannon
I’m not sure I knew he travelled through time and space. I’m not even sure I was aware of the Daleks, though I must have been the last couple of years.
I remember the time the Matt Smith’s era started. I said, I remember the time, not necessarily Matt Smith himself. I remember Charlie Brooker banging on about how he thought Matt Smith was a brilliant Doctor and how I kept telling myself I should check his Doctor out. That year though, I didn’t. No idea why not.
Come last year and my British friend alerted me a new season of Doctor Who had started and if I was interested to watch it together. Sure I was. After all, I had to check out Matt Smith as the Doctor. For some reason I fell for the series and with me being naturally curious I started my indepth research, as I always do with new (to me) fandoms. Nearly 50 year worth of material, WOW! Was I a happy girl (and still am). And 9 other Doctors to meet *grins*. Yes….*broader grin*
Then my perceptions about Doctor Who started to shift.
1) Tom Baker is not the Doctor and neither is David Tennant (They’re all the Doctor, “the definite article”
2) The Doctor has a preference for young girls, but has also travelled with males
3) Matt Smith is brilliant as the Doctor
4) And the 8th Doctor definitely is cannon
5) And is Peter Davison sort of cute or what?
Now I have watched several serials and I caught up on NuWho episodes (not all of them yet). I have also heard loads of the audio plays (not all yet) and read some of the novels.
On August 5th 2009 I made a comparison between John Mayer and Jason Mraz. I’m sure back then I thought it was funny and rather clever. Now I cringe and like to revisit so I can cringe on in the future.
There’s one problem though; I’m not that an avid follower as I used to be, and to be quite honest with you, I have no idea what John’s doing. Well I know what he’s been doing; he’s been recording a new album which I forgot to order.
Jason has his new album released and I haven’t listened to it yet though I have an idea what his work is like at the moment.
http://wiwipedia.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-mayer-vs-jason-mraz.html
Anyway, one year of Doctor Who madness has passed and I must admit that with the series only returning in August/September, the passion has slightly faded. I also watched most of the classic classic stuff, which means that I’m now wrestling my way through stuff I don’t necessarily like all that much. For tonight I have ‘the Key to Time’ serial on my agenda. Tom Baker era is usually good.
Thinking back, what a funny opinion I had about the Whoniverse.
1) Tom Baker is the Doctor
2) The Doctor always travels with a blond bimbo…*snort*
3) David Tennant is the Doctor…Hold on wait…what happened there….?
4) Matt Smith is incredinly young, but it might work
5) The 8th Doctor is not cannon
I’m not sure I knew he travelled through time and space. I’m not even sure I was aware of the Daleks, though I must have been the last couple of years.
I remember the time the Matt Smith’s era started. I said, I remember the time, not necessarily Matt Smith himself. I remember Charlie Brooker banging on about how he thought Matt Smith was a brilliant Doctor and how I kept telling myself I should check his Doctor out. That year though, I didn’t. No idea why not.
Come last year and my British friend alerted me a new season of Doctor Who had started and if I was interested to watch it together. Sure I was. After all, I had to check out Matt Smith as the Doctor. For some reason I fell for the series and with me being naturally curious I started my indepth research, as I always do with new (to me) fandoms. Nearly 50 year worth of material, WOW! Was I a happy girl (and still am). And 9 other Doctors to meet *grins*. Yes….*broader grin*
Then my perceptions about Doctor Who started to shift.
1) Tom Baker is not the Doctor and neither is David Tennant (They’re all the Doctor, “the definite article”
2) The Doctor has a preference for young girls, but has also travelled with males
3) Matt Smith is brilliant as the Doctor
4) And the 8th Doctor definitely is cannon
5) And is Peter Davison sort of cute or what?
Now I have watched several serials and I caught up on NuWho episodes (not all of them yet). I have also heard loads of the audio plays (not all yet) and read some of the novels.
On August 5th 2009 I made a comparison between John Mayer and Jason Mraz. I’m sure back then I thought it was funny and rather clever. Now I cringe and like to revisit so I can cringe on in the future.
There’s one problem though; I’m not that an avid follower as I used to be, and to be quite honest with you, I have no idea what John’s doing. Well I know what he’s been doing; he’s been recording a new album which I forgot to order.
Jason has his new album released and I haven’t listened to it yet though I have an idea what his work is like at the moment.
http://wiwipedia.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-mayer-vs-jason-mraz.html
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
DW's 50 the Anniversary vs Multi-Doctors
Of course I thought about it too, a multi-doctor story for the 50th anniversary. Having thought about it and having heard opinions (from fans, show runners and ex-doctors alike) about it, I’m not so sure I want one. I will try and explain why.
Let’s start with the easy one; Christopher Eccleston. He said on numerous occasions he didn’t want to return to the role, something about not wanting to bathe in the same river twice. Quite frankly, if he doesn’t really want to do it, I don’t want him to. I rather have an actor wanting to come back and enjoying it.
Then the Doctors who don’t look like their younger selves anymore. I don’t feel a need to see them return (as the Doctor) either, because well, they don’t look like themselves anymore. I remember watching ‘Dimensions in Time’ (as if that been so long ago) from the 30th anniversary special. Tom Baker with very short grey hair hidden in his floppy hat was right on the edge. I couldn’t help feeling awkward. Now, Colin Baker has obviously aged. I saw a few YouTube video’s of him in his old gear while he already looked like he does presently. I once again felt awkward and wanted him to take off the coat.
Peter Davison looks sort of like he used to, but also he has aged quite a bit. Mainly his voice has changed which always confuses me when listening Bigfinish adventures with him in it. Also, awkward.
Then what story do you want to tell? How are you going to give every Doctor a fair crack of the whip? It’s hard to give every character something useful to do; even now Rory just hangs on by a threat, because he’s only Amy Pond’s husband. Also all of the multi-Doctor stories have proved to be only average or less.
The only person I would really love to see return on our screens as the Doctor is Paul McGann, because he didn’t get a fair chance; we saw not even near to quite enough of his Doctor on screen. And he still looks and sounds like he did when he protrayed the Doctor.
Still, seeing the 5 ‘Classic’ Doctors on stage together I find very exciting….and a little bit awkward.
Sorry for the block of text; didn't feel to adjust it.
Monday, May 7, 2012
With Affection
Today I was reading the Digital Spy forum again, Doctor Who section…obviously. They were talking about Christopher Eccleston and the fact that he doesn’t want to return. The word ‘talking’ is not really the right word in this context; they were bitching about it (bitching might be a bit strong, but it certainly didn’t sound friendly). Yes, I agree it’s a bit unfortunate Eccleston doesn’t want to return to Doctor Who ever, but I only find it ‘unfortunate’. It’s entirely up to him and if he doesn’t want to return to the role, than so be it. After all, we’re only talking about Doctor Who here, the most import series ever made. No, scrap that and rephrase. We’re only talking about a silly TV-show. Eccleston doesn’t owe us anything. The show’s not going to fall and die because he decides to decline any request to return. No Michael Grade, JNT, Dalek nor Cybermen nor cash-in American or Tom Baker has ever managed to kill off the Doctor. So calm down and be content and grateful for what we get. And a small reminder, the show is close to its 50th birthday, with or without Eccleston. Let’s celebrate instead of whine. I’m sure we’ll be able to squeeze out enough time to complain after the 50th birthday…as we always have.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
the Silence is here
Just like a good member of the Silence community, I was here and you saw me, but forgot all about it. I will now suggest not to kill me on sight, but to bear with me.
But seriously, I'm hopelessly behind on watching 10 O'Clock Live and with that with doing reviews. I did however read that David Mitchell is engaged to Victoria Coren (congrats) and that Charlie and Konnie had their first son (once again congrats). Anything else news about the 10 O'Clock Live team has completely passed me by. This bird has not been a very good member of the twitter community, but I'm tweeting in other directions at the moment.
I'm still watching, listening, reading and generally catching up with everything Doctor Who. I refound my love for Monty Python and both John Mayer and Jason Mraz are tickling my musical part of the brain with new albums.
Besides that, I'm preparing my house for another Open Day coming 31th of March, I hope I will have many potential buyers. At least my house is sqeaky clean and spring ready.
Other reasons for the silence here is that I started a blog at work for business purposes which takes most of a lot of spare time. It's all fine; things are happening.
Loads of stuff going on. Probably I will return one day and start sprouting loads of spare time activity again. First trying to win a ticket for the one small gig Jason Mraz will do in the Netherlands and then buy John Mayer and see if he will give Holland another try. Hopefully so.
I'll be back.
But seriously, I'm hopelessly behind on watching 10 O'Clock Live and with that with doing reviews. I did however read that David Mitchell is engaged to Victoria Coren (congrats) and that Charlie and Konnie had their first son (once again congrats). Anything else news about the 10 O'Clock Live team has completely passed me by. This bird has not been a very good member of the twitter community, but I'm tweeting in other directions at the moment.
I'm still watching, listening, reading and generally catching up with everything Doctor Who. I refound my love for Monty Python and both John Mayer and Jason Mraz are tickling my musical part of the brain with new albums.
Besides that, I'm preparing my house for another Open Day coming 31th of March, I hope I will have many potential buyers. At least my house is sqeaky clean and spring ready.
Other reasons for the silence here is that I started a blog at work for business purposes which takes most of a lot of spare time. It's all fine; things are happening.
Loads of stuff going on. Probably I will return one day and start sprouting loads of spare time activity again. First trying to win a ticket for the one small gig Jason Mraz will do in the Netherlands and then buy John Mayer and see if he will give Holland another try. Hopefully so.
I'll be back.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
10 O'Clock Live - S2E2 Pre-review
Reading some tweets. It seems it's again Charlie who's going to snatch the points. Apparently he's going to rap? A Sun Poem? Hmmm...
10 O'Clock Live - Season 2, Episode 1
So, it’s been a week since the first episode of season 2 aired and it’s already been a few hours since the second episode aired and I haven’t even said anything about the first episode. I have to admit that my attention was taking up by other things, but I have already watched the first episode and I am now waiting for the second episode to surface on YouTube.
I didn’t do an exhaustive research. I didn’t even check Twitter to see what the reactions were. So, what follows are my view on the show only.
First thing that actually popped in my head just now was that the audience wasn’t half as annoying as last year; I didn’t even really notice them. That’s definitely a plus, though the lack of responses might have had something to do with the tepid start of the season.
No-one stood out.
The only thing I remember Jimmy Carr doing is a dreadful sketch; so that they didn’t take out. Shame. He must have done a ‘Week that’s been’, but I can’t remember a single word of it, so it probably wasn’t very impressive.
Charlie Brooker wasn’t impressive either; forgot his piece as well. No, hold on, I do remember him wearing an incubator. Okay, so minor points for impressiveness.
David Mitchell lost his speech segment of which I forgot the title; he now only did an interview. I forgot what the subject was. Not really impressive I guess. What I do remember about the interview is that someone on YouTube said the interviewees were annoying talking over David. So yeah, no points there. I said it last year and I keep saying it: “David should get some education about interviewing techniques”.
Then we have…uh…thingie…Oh, Lauren Laverne. She’s the ringleader, like last season, which means she has not much to do.
In one sentence, I found the first episode rather boring. At least last season the audience gave us something to grumble about.
Points:
Charlie Brooker, hesitantly 1 for doing something vaguely memorable.
Jimmy Carr, David Mitchell & Lauren Laverne, 0 for failing to make any impression at all.
I didn’t do an exhaustive research. I didn’t even check Twitter to see what the reactions were. So, what follows are my view on the show only.
First thing that actually popped in my head just now was that the audience wasn’t half as annoying as last year; I didn’t even really notice them. That’s definitely a plus, though the lack of responses might have had something to do with the tepid start of the season.
No-one stood out.
The only thing I remember Jimmy Carr doing is a dreadful sketch; so that they didn’t take out. Shame. He must have done a ‘Week that’s been’, but I can’t remember a single word of it, so it probably wasn’t very impressive.
Charlie Brooker wasn’t impressive either; forgot his piece as well. No, hold on, I do remember him wearing an incubator. Okay, so minor points for impressiveness.
David Mitchell lost his speech segment of which I forgot the title; he now only did an interview. I forgot what the subject was. Not really impressive I guess. What I do remember about the interview is that someone on YouTube said the interviewees were annoying talking over David. So yeah, no points there. I said it last year and I keep saying it: “David should get some education about interviewing techniques”.
Then we have…uh…thingie…Oh, Lauren Laverne. She’s the ringleader, like last season, which means she has not much to do.
In one sentence, I found the first episode rather boring. At least last season the audience gave us something to grumble about.
Points:
Charlie Brooker, hesitantly 1 for doing something vaguely memorable.
Jimmy Carr, David Mitchell & Lauren Laverne, 0 for failing to make any impression at all.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
the Doctor's messy state of mind
I found a creepily accurate and detailed website about Gallifrey and about the Doctor. However, reading the Doctor's personal timeline is highly amusing:
In his fifth incarnation:
The Doctor looses his spare Mark 2 Sonic Screwdriver under the TARDIS console. (Don't mind how canon it is, just check the link below)
In his eigth incarnation:
The Doctor finds his spare Sonic Screwdriver under the console.
He's such an idiot.
5th Doctor's timeline
8th Doctor's timeline
In his fifth incarnation:
The Doctor looses his spare Mark 2 Sonic Screwdriver under the TARDIS console. (Don't mind how canon it is, just check the link below)
In his eigth incarnation:
The Doctor finds his spare Sonic Screwdriver under the console.
He's such an idiot.
5th Doctor's timeline
8th Doctor's timeline
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
"10 O'Clock Live" - They're Back!...Nearly.
Coming Wednesday will see the start of season 2 of "10 O'Clock Live". They said they learnt from last year; it's shorter... Yes...
I feel I ought to get back into the swing of things and start reviewing. Well, not quite yet. I'm probably gonna be way behind, because my internet connection at home has been reduced to my phone and the show will now be on on Wednesdays. Hardly a convenient day for me to dedicate myself to other things than work. Also, only thinking about it makes me feel exhausted.
Anyhoo, they were on to something, so maybe they really did learn. Also they had a nice break, a lengthy one in which a lot of reflection could take place. I'm curious how this season will work out. Eventhough things didn't go as perfect as hoped, I still think this could become something great. Let's just wait and see.
I feel I ought to get back into the swing of things and start reviewing. Well, not quite yet. I'm probably gonna be way behind, because my internet connection at home has been reduced to my phone and the show will now be on on Wednesdays. Hardly a convenient day for me to dedicate myself to other things than work. Also, only thinking about it makes me feel exhausted.
Anyhoo, they were on to something, so maybe they really did learn. Also they had a nice break, a lengthy one in which a lot of reflection could take place. I'm curious how this season will work out. Eventhough things didn't go as perfect as hoped, I still think this could become something great. Let's just wait and see.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I am Pleased
Interview with Paul McGann (8th Doctor)
You’ve also been working with Carole Ann Ford as Susan again.
This really pleases me. Paul McGann has always admitted he was not a Doctor Who fan. He never really watched Doctor Who when he was young, nor did he ever understand it. However, over the years, since he started (I am saying “started”, because actors taking up the part never really stop playing the Doctor, maybe except for Christopher Eccleston.) he started to get more interested, even fascinated, by the characters and the stories in the Whoniverse. For me that’s a big reason why I love Doctor Who (the series) as much as I do. Of course I’ve got also a fascination with the Doctor, but never mind that… Anyway, I am so pleased because he (Paul McGann) now understands a great part of why fans love Doctor Who. And the fact that he hung in there with us crazy fans only receives bucket loads of respect.
Source: Interview in Big Finish Vortex Magazine August 2010
You’ve also been working with Carole Ann Ford as Susan again.
I’m enjoying going back – you can’t really say that in Doctor Who, can you? – going sideways to the stories involving the great grandson and granddaughter. I’m fascinated by the history, the idea that Bill Hartnell first appeared with a granddaughter.
When one stands there on stage on your tod, yakking to 300 serious Doctor Who fans, sometimes it’s electric because you ask these questions about the mythology and there’s people out there with degree-level knowledge about such matters. I’m always amazed that people out there have timelines, essays in their head about what happened when and to whom. I never understood it to start with and was never a fan anyway as a kid, I just watched the other channel, I watched the football! But I’ve really grown to be seriously fascinated, as much by the people, by its adherents, as the stories themselves. I’m kind of a newfound… I don’t know if I can call myself a fan, I don’t know about anything, I couldn’t even get an O level in it, let alone a degree in it! But the last couple of years in particular the penny’s really dropped about it.
This really pleases me. Paul McGann has always admitted he was not a Doctor Who fan. He never really watched Doctor Who when he was young, nor did he ever understand it. However, over the years, since he started (I am saying “started”, because actors taking up the part never really stop playing the Doctor, maybe except for Christopher Eccleston.) he started to get more interested, even fascinated, by the characters and the stories in the Whoniverse. For me that’s a big reason why I love Doctor Who (the series) as much as I do. Of course I’ve got also a fascination with the Doctor, but never mind that… Anyway, I am so pleased because he (Paul McGann) now understands a great part of why fans love Doctor Who. And the fact that he hung in there with us crazy fans only receives bucket loads of respect.
Source: Interview in Big Finish Vortex Magazine August 2010
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