<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:32:48.085-04:00</updated><category term='weird crossovers'/><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='Wicked'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Pebbles cat'/><category term='books'/><category term='Tin Man'/><category term='daleks'/><category term='Vista is evil'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='lists'/><category term='TARDIS'/><category term='the eleventh Doctor'/><category term='boring real life stuff'/><category term='medication'/><category term='The Wizard of Oz'/><category term='Stargate Atlantis'/><category term='school'/><category term='Sarah Jane Adventures'/><category term='House'/><category term='TM character: Glitch'/><category term='computers'/><category term='Glitch/Cain'/><category term='TM character: Raw'/><category term='TM character: Az'/><category term='migraines'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Torchwood'/><category term='fandom'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='Movie: The Librarian'/><category term='Classic Who'/><category term='pets'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Eureka'/><category term='Jeb/Raw'/><category term='Jack/Nathan'/><title type='text'>Clad In Stars</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING: The following contains excessive Doctor Who references. Seriously.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-5203901746995350152</id><published>2009-08-11T02:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:51:18.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>I am Dracula.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been a while. Many months. Mainly cause I've mostly been posting on my shiny new lj (which is no longer particularly shiny or new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. News. I have an exam on Thursday. I really should study tomorrow, so I really ought to be asleep. I'm not, obvs. Oh well. It's only 39 questions, and 30 of them are multiple choice, and I only have to get a minimum of 34 correct, if I remember correctly from my earlier calculations. I suspect it'll take about an hour, and then I'll have three weeks before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Birthday soon. Woot. I...am really not that excited. I stopped caring about my birthday very much sometime before I turned 13. Presents are nice though. I should get a couple Doctor Who related things from my grandparents, aunt, and possibly my friend. My Amazon Wishlist is almost entirely made up of Doctor Who stuff, so odds are any gift I get will be Doctor Who related. Plus my friends coming over, and an excuse to pig out on popcorn and watch Firefly and or Doctor Who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me trying to be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm failing rather badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently have my god-sister's dog staying at my place. Name's Lucky, and he gets along with Sam quite well. Terrified of thunder, though, the both of them. And Lucky hasn't been eating much. He didn't eat at all until tonight, and then only had about half his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my god-sister, she's going off to college in like a week. I'll miss her, but I might get to pay her a visit sometime in October, so that's...good. And stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I can't wait till this exam is over with. I have a Neil Gaiman book to read, but my blasted work ethic won't let me read it without feeling guilty until the exam is done. It won't let me read anything else I was planning to, either, including Hitchhiker's Guide, my new book full of H.P. Lovecraft, Jane Austen, or Dark Projeny, or Shakespeare, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. (My extensive reading list is due to a summer spent studying (and avoiding studying) math, which I wouldn't have had to do if a. the educational system wasn't such an ass, or b. I hadn't missed so much school, including the exam. I was supposed to read for three months, damn it! READ! And watch the History channel, and surf the internet for info on space and crap. I did those last two, actually, and the cooking, but READING. There was supposed to be a hell of a lot more reading involved. Grr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow (well...today's, I suppose) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;. It's about Parallel Universes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally: I've been working on a novel, the premise for another novel, and some ridiculous amount of poetry. There's also a play about vampires and a book about them that are sort of on the back burner at the moment, and will likely continue to be for quite a while, what with school starting up again in 3 weeks or so. The first novel, by the way, is your standard adventure fantasy. Girl (who is disturbingly muscular and has been training for this literally since she could crawl, maybe before) and boy (who is a bit like an ambassador, really) set out to defeat warlord named Andiatne who is working on taking over the world and is really really dangerous. Along the way they're joined by another boy (who is a starving homeless kid.) The novel I'm working on the premise for is about wolf-men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-5203901746995350152?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5203901746995350152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-dracula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5203901746995350152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5203901746995350152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-dracula.html' title='I am Dracula.'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-7034844046742626730</id><published>2009-01-19T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:37:53.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What would you do in case of a terrorist attack?"</title><content type='html'>Oh, look, it's the forerunner to the modern equivalent of the 'buy a bomb shelter' bit. I haven't decided yet whether to laugh or be horrified if they start showing the modern equivalent of the 'hide under your desk' films in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's response to seeing these commercials/spots/things the department of homeland security put on tv? "There used to be laws against inciting to riot." My response? "Oh, there still are, but the government doesn't have to follow them. Apparently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, happier news: Friday's Psych.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Guh. That was...wow. Former lovers. Former &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovers.&lt;/span&gt; Former &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;That's just...sweet harp of Rassilon, that's...there are no words. Except: I &lt;3 you, Psych writers. Also: Shawn. Was wearing. Lassie's shirt. That's...Oh! I know! The words for this episode are:&lt;br /&gt;Subtext: Ur doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Fanservice: Ur doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've watched this episode about 25 times. At least. And I've made about ten wallpapers today. Most of them were shassie, but there were also a couple revolving specifically around Lassiter's trenchcoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other, entirely different news:&lt;br /&gt;Twilight rant! If you actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Twilight, feel free to stop reading now. Or not. Whatever. And please take note that I have only read the first five and a half chapters or so. And that I loathe Bella with a deep and abiding passion. Or I would, if i found her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; enough to loathe with a deep and abiding passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so Edward's just spent the first four chapters telling Bella, "I'm dangerous," "it's dangerous for you to be around me," "it's dangerous for us to be friends," "danger, Will Robinson, danger," and finally, fifth chapter, he says "what if I'm not a superhero, what if I'm actually a bad guy?" and what does Bella say? Or think, or internally monolouge, or narrate, or whatever you want to call it? "He was dangerous. That's what he had been trying to tell me." No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, she was already annoying me with all her talk of how cryptic Edward was being, mostly due to the fact that he wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; particularly cryptic. Also: WTF is up with everyone admiring Bella? I mean, she goes over to sit with Edward, and then Edward's all "I think they're mad at me for stealing you." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are they mad about it?&lt;/span&gt; She doesn't contribute anything to the conversation! In fact, the only times she actually has a conversation with somebody who isn't Edward, it seems to be to show how distracted she is by Edward. Failing that, it's her complaining about how these two boys asked her out! Oh, and what's with Edward being all scary and 'what if I don't give you back'? Does she not realize that this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be Friday now. Failing that, I'll take Tuesday. Which is...tomorrow, so...yay. Inaugaration! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in conclusion, I offer this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there was a line that got deleted from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing.&lt;/span&gt; A line that would have made it even slashier. According to the writers (see the commentary for the episode on the usa network site, near the end) there was originally a line right after 'former lovers' in which Shawn made it very clear that it was Lassie who pursued &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, not the other way around. Unfortunately, it got cut, though one of the writers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted it to stay in. Sweet random object of Rassilon, I really hope that guy stays on for season four. Even excluding the slash, this episode was amazing. And classic!vision! Woot! \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-7034844046742626730?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7034844046742626730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do-in-case-of-terrorist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7034844046742626730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7034844046742626730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do-in-case-of-terrorist.html' title='&quot;What would you do in case of a terrorist attack?&quot;'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-6985862829900858103</id><published>2009-01-12T00:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:57:58.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The RIdiculously Long Post About the Master</title><content type='html'>My mom is trying to put together a table of all the Doctor's companions. She's asked me to help her, since I know more about Doctor Who than she does and can help her to figure out who counts as a companion. The table now has a column marked 'status', with options of 'companion', 'one-off', and 'recurring character', because I insisted that the members of UNIT are not companions, but rather recurring characters, and that Dr. Grace Holloway from the movie is a one-off, as is Astrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I helped her with this she showed me her table of Doctors, which is much more straight-forward. I asked if she had a table of Masters, and she said no, but agreed that this was a good idea. So now I have to help her with that, as she has no idea what information to include or who played any of the Masters. She's going to include such information as the name of the actor, any alias the Master takes, and which episodes the Master was in. I said I'd make a list of the actor names, aliases, and episodes each Master is in tonight, as I woke up at five this afternoon and therefore have no chance of getting to sleep before about four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've got to say, IMDBs list of Masters is...questionable. I mean it's very good, and very thorough, but there are a couple of things I noticed that bug me. Firstly, the Master in the Mind Robber is listed as being the same character as the Master in... every other episode with the Master in it, which I'm pretty sure he isn't. Also, the Master isn't listed in the Keeper of Traken credits. Just Melkur. Now, due to the fact that it takes the Doctor a ridiculously long time to actually realize that he's the Master, this is understandable. And I can't really complain, since Keeper of Traken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; on the Master's character page. As I said, the list is very thorough and very good. I'm just ridiculously...obsessive compulsive, I guess, about this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I present: my list of the Masters, their aliases, and their episodes. First, a table with each Master's actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   TD P { margin-bottom: 0in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Masters:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style="width: 536px; height: 280px;color:#000000;" border="1" border cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;col width="128"&gt;  &lt;col width="128"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;0.5 (The War Chief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edward Brayshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roger Delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 (Crispy!Master 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peter Pratt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 (Crispy!Master 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geoffrey Beevers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anthony Ainley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 (Movie!Master)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eric Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 (Yana!Master)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Derek Jacobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 (Saxon!Master)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John Simm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Child!Master (brief appearance in SoD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="50%"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;William Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; A note on that: First, I included the War Chief, even though it's never stated that he's the Master, and as I'm pretty sure the Master hadn't been invented yet there's no reason the writers would have wanted him to be the Master. I've always thought of him as the Master, and he'll be included on the table (I actually made my mother create a column for 'confirmed' just so I could make it clear that he wasn't canonically the Master).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a list of the Masters and their episodes. Sweet Rasillon, this post is really long. Anyway. I've put the aliases in parentheses next to the episodes. Some of them are a bit tentative, and I may update this later with slightly more accurate information. If anyone can make some of these a bit clearer, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The War Chief:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  War Games (the War Chief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delgado!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Terror  of the Autons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Mind of Evil (some guy that the people at the prison listen to. I  think. That or he used hypnosis on them, I'm not actually sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Claws of Axos &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Colony  in Space (Adjudicator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Daemons (Satanist Leader Guy. Possibly a vicar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Sea Devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Time Monster (a science professor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frontier  in Space (colony leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crispy Master 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Deadly Assassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crispy Master 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Keeper of Traken (Melkur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainley!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Logopolis  (While not technically an alias, the Master does steal Nyssa's  father's body. He also pretends briefly that he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  her father.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Castrovalva  (the Portreve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time-Flight  (Kalid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  King's Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Five Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Planet  of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doctor  Who: The Movie (I think he briefly pretends he's the guy who's body  he stole. It should be noted, also, that at this point the Master's  body snatching is bordering on kleptomania.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yana!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Utopia  (Professor Yana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saxon!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Sound of Drums (Harold Saxon, P.M.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last  of the Time Lords &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Child!Master:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The  Sound of Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-6985862829900858103?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6985862829900858103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculously-long-post-about-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6985862829900858103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6985862829900858103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculously-long-post-about-master.html' title='The RIdiculously Long Post About the Master'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3218738099469847611</id><published>2009-01-11T01:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:28:57.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daleks'/><title type='text'>In Which There Is Entirely Too Much Analysis of Dalek Upgrades</title><content type='html'>So I recently watched Remembrance of the Daleks, which is awesome because of the nitro nine. And the dalek getting blown up by the nitro nine. And Ace hitting the dalek with her awesome bat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt; One of the daleks follows the Doctor and Ace up the stairs in the school basement, which implies that it's already had the same upgrade as the dalek in Dalek, the one that allows them to levitate and not be stopped by stairs. However, the dalek in Remembrance of the Daleks uses a slightly different mechanism to levitate than the dalek in Dalek. It's base glows, for one, and it goes up the stars in a sort of slanted path, as though it were actually climbing them. Now I'm not sure, but I think the dalek in Dalek goes straight up along a vertical line, then takes a horizantal path towards Rose and Adam and the soldier or whatever who is accompanying them. Now, what this actually, in reality, which I tend to ignore but here feel the need to acknowledge, implies that the two episodes were made a couple of decades apart. And now I go back to ignoring reality in order to say that this implies the two upgrades were made seperately. Possibly that after the upgrade given to the daleks in Remembrance of the Daleks they upgraded the upgrade so that it was more, er, upgrade-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think it is probable that during the Time War, the daleks were upgraded so as to be in top fighting condition. Or something. So it's not entirely unlikely that the levitation mechanism would have gotten an upgrade, but the problem I'm having here is this: There doesn't appear to be any noticable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; between how well the two levitation mechanisms work. There's no noticable difference in speed or anything. This should mean that it had some effect on the power used. Or something. Either that, or the upgrade was not the result of the Time War, but rather some other unknown event. For unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I have no life and have spent entirely too much time thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, in the actual conclusion to the post, rather than the conclusion to the ramble thing above, a comment on something from somewhere in the Logopolis commentary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when in crisis you should always put on your scarf. It's only slightly less important than your towel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3218738099469847611?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3218738099469847611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-which-there-is-entirely-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3218738099469847611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3218738099469847611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-which-there-is-entirely-too-much.html' title='In Which There Is Entirely Too Much Analysis of Dalek Upgrades'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-6895925486483439558</id><published>2009-01-11T00:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:01:06.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the commentary on Logopolis, and Tom Baker was talking about how he always played the Doctor as sort of mystified by girls and kind of...asexual? I think that's what he's saying. Unless I'm completely misunderstanding what he's saying, but it's fairly straightforward so I don't think I am. Or, actually he said he played the Doctor as mystified by girls with a sort of affection sort of thing but nothing sexual. There really should have been more commas in that, shouldn't there? Oh well. Anyway, I find the fact that Tom Baker played the Doctor as asexual (although I suppose you could interpret that as 'incredibly not straight', but somehow I don't think that's what he meant) amusing, because I have adopted the fanon that Time Lords' necks are sensitive/eroginous zones. This fanon originally caused me to think thinky thoughts about why the fourth Doctor felt to need to cover his neck so incredibly thouroughly. More thouroughly than any of the other Doctors. So I was wondering, "Is he just  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sexually repressed, or really conservative for a liberal rebel, or what?". I mean, I'm betting that most of the Classic Who actors played the Doctor as pretty asexual, but Tom Baker actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saying it&lt;/span&gt; amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thread that I adopted this fanon from was this: http://community.livejournal.com/best_enemies/65083.html?thread=646203#t646203&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very interesting. If you're me. Or find this sort of thing interesting. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's entirely possible that I spend far too much time thinking about alien sexuality. Or not. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tom Baker's just said that some people thought of him as some sort of modern messiah. I find this amusing for several reasons. One, the whole 'the Doctor is portrayed as a messianic figure' complaint I remember from LotTL, and second, I found a fic in which the Doctor actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the messiah. I'm not sure which is more amusing: that fic or the two I've seen in the Harry Potter fandom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-6895925486483439558?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6895925486483439558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-watching-commentary-on-logopolis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6895925486483439558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6895925486483439558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-watching-commentary-on-logopolis.html' title=''/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8044279508824491275</id><published>2009-01-10T20:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:15:58.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TARDIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Who'/><title type='text'>No! The Arm Chair Shall Eat You!</title><content type='html'>No! Don't do it! The inflatable arm chair will eat you! DON'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror of the Autons. Delgado!Master just said "...to assist in the destruction of humanity" totally straight-faced. And sort of cheerful. Yay for the ego-maniacal Time Lord murderer of awesomeness. He is awesome and hypnotizes folk. Also, you've got to love a guy who will say "I'll kill you, Doctor!" one second, and the next is all "Doctor! You're hurt! I MUST SAVE YOU!" or "Doctor, help me with my science project," or "Doctor, rule the galaxy with me." Really, Master, the Doctor might be more inclined to rule the galaxy with you if you didn't threaten to kill him every time you see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I think the troll doll thing in Terror of the Autons is adorable? Also, I've been trying to imagine what a TARDIS would look like when not disguised as something else. Like if the outside was the right size for the inside, I mean. Also what the TARDISes on Gallifrey look like. Trying to picture a TARDIS that is the size of it's inside is kind of fun, because after a second my mind decides that it's too big and sprawling and really not ship shaped.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But seriously, I really want to know what they look like while they're on Gallifrey. I mean, do they disguise themselves as something from the environment just like they do anywhere else, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just realized how incredibly appropriate it is that I'm watching Terror of the Autons, since I was planning on watching Rose later tonight. I've worked out how long I can last doing one NuWho story per week, and I figure I can go at least a year, especially if I include Torchwood and SJA. I'm planning on doing this to cut down on my withdrawel, as I have no idea when Scifi will air the specials and even less idea when they will air SJA. Or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; they will air it, actually, which annoys me. So I actually took the time to make a Dr. Who 2009 calendar, though I've so far only done the scheduling for January. I'm going to try and start the February scheduling tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found Twin Dilemma! It was on a tape marked Logopolis. I'm thinking I'll watch Caves of the Androzani and Twin Dilemma tomorrow. Am I the only person who is really annoyed by Peri? I think it's partly her accent. Also her whining. She just bugs me. A lot. It's possible that Caves of the Androzani and Twin Dilemma are not the best examples of her character. Still, having watched part of both of these episodes, I'm can't really blame the Doctor for trying to strangle her. I can blame him for that coat, though. I'm just not inclined to, because I find the desicion to wear what I have dubbed "The Coat of Clashing Colors" an admirable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8044279508824491275?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8044279508824491275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-arm-chair-shall-eat-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8044279508824491275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8044279508824491275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-arm-chair-shall-eat-you.html' title='No! The Arm Chair Shall Eat You!'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-6533892054245938605</id><published>2009-01-05T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:30:39.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee! Extreme Glee!</title><content type='html'>I would like to apologize in advance for the truly terrible grammar this post will likely contain due to excessive squeeage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my Hannukah present from my grandparents, which I figured would be a Doctor Who dvd. It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt; Doctor Who dvds. One third Doctor, three fifth Doctors, and two seventh Doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carnival of Monsters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The  Visitation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earthshock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Caves of Androzani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remembrance of the Daleks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curse of Fenric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The only ones from this list that I've seen are Remembrance of the Daleks and The Curse of Fenric. Glee! I can't wait to see them, and I can't wait to watch Ace on something that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; an old vhs tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the Three Doctors. After that I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planned  &lt;/span&gt;to try and find Mind of Evil, but I reckon I'll put that off until sometime tomorrow and watch my dvds. Glee! Excessive glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the sentence "It's not helping having the Doctor bickering like a pair of schoolboys." amuses me. I was trying to figure out where the plurals would go in this sentence, and I find this result amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's a possibility I broke my grandma's ears. I sort of squeeled "thank you" really loudly into the phone a bunch of times, while jumping up and down. I also somehow managed to knock the phone's base off the end table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-6533892054245938605?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6533892054245938605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/glee-extreme-glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6533892054245938605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6533892054245938605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/glee-extreme-glee.html' title='Glee! Extreme Glee!'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-4642908540476129153</id><published>2009-01-03T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:50:29.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eleventh Doctor'/><title type='text'>Matt Smith: Because I Have An Opinion Now, And Everything!</title><content type='html'>Have watched Matt Smith interview. Am very excited. Am typing with periods in order to avoid exclaiming "Squee!" in the middle of the living room. It would worry my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers intrigue me. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wiggle&lt;/span&gt;. I keep trying to get my fingers to do that, and they won't. They won't wiggle, damn it, they just won't wiggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is very excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can haz Doctor Who nao?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-4642908540476129153?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4642908540476129153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/matt-smith-because-i-have-opinion-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4642908540476129153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4642908540476129153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/matt-smith-because-i-have-opinion-now.html' title='Matt Smith: Because I Have An Opinion Now, And Everything!'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3948937509809229532</id><published>2009-01-03T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:58:50.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><title type='text'>The New Doctor is...</title><content type='html'>Matt Smith? *is massively grateful to Combom* Huh. I have...no opinion on that, except "Darn, I was kinda hoping for Paterson Joseph." Mostly because I've never heard of Matt Smith. Ever. Yeah, I was really excited about finding out, and I'm really excited I know, I just...have no idea who he is. Which is really annoying me because he looks familiar and I'm trying to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked him up on IMDB, just to make sure there was nothing I'd seen. There isn't, I really have never seen this guy before. So why does he look so familiar? This is really annoying me, and I think it's squashing my glee at finding out who the next Doctor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gleeful though. Very gleeful. I can haz knowledge. Yay! I have faith in Moffat, because he is awesome and brilliant and I still get creeped out by statues, so there. Seriously, watching Blink at 4:00 in the morning? Really scary. Couldn't sleep for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waits impatiently for Doctor Who*&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I've watched all of the new Who dvds about a hundred times, and as much as I love the Five Doctors, Black Orchid, Logopolis, The Keeper of Traken, and Castravolva, I'd really like to watch a Doctor Who I haven't seen. Preferabbly before I'm forced to go out in the cold and hunt for old vhs tapes in the garage. Which I'll probably do anyway, but if I could put it off until Spring I'd be really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*attempts to wait patiently for Doctor Who*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's not gonna work. I give up. Ah well, back to the fun surprise of watching Doctor Who on unlabeled vhs tapes it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3948937509809229532?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3948937509809229532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-doctor-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3948937509809229532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3948937509809229532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-doctor-is.html' title='The New Doctor is...'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8317713546603925703</id><published>2009-01-03T04:51:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:04:12.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Man'/><title type='text'>The Ridiculously Long Tin Man Post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so having now watched Tin Man for about the billionth time, I have a list of things I still don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, so at the end of episode one, Cain gets shot, falls out a really high window, falls through the ice, and is pretty clearly on his way to the bottom of the sea. At the beginning of episode one, Glitch looks out the hole in the castle and sees a large hole in the ice down below, the same hole Cain fell through. Then he goes downstairs to where Cain fell, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is no hole&lt;/span&gt;. There is Cain, looking amazingly not-dead and not-at-the-bottom-of-the-ocean. I mean, I know they have continuity problems, but there's like one scene between these! That's a little extreme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What exactly is the witch's plan? I mean, she wants permanent darkness, but why? What's in it for her? Does she draw her power from darkness, or what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The horse. The little toy horse Cain has. Okay, so Cain takes it out from the box of stuff that was apparently left underneath the cabin, and it's supposed to be something that was Jeb's when he was little, right? And then when they meet the resistance fighters at the crack in the OZ, the guy has a horse just like it. He says Jeb made it. So did Jeb make the first horse when he was little and then just go on making horses in the exact same style with no variation at all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much of Glitch's brain got taken out? Was it all of it or just half of it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is with the Queen's plan? Seriously, it's more convoluted and unlikely than Dumbledore's plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So DG's parents were going to explain at some point all about the OZ and how DG had to go back there, right? But when the travel storm comes they're like "This wasn't the way it was planned!" Seriously guys, you have seven days until the eclipse, how long were you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; planning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on waiting?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutor was locked up for fifteen annuals. Now, let's assume that annuals are years. I'm pretty sure that this means Az locked him up shortly after she killed DG. How did that work? She was like eleven. This gives me a weird image of an eleven year old kid waving a gun at Tutor and telling him to get in the cell. Or possibly an actual hole, because even if she was able to lock him up, I have no idea where she'd get a cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come Tutor is the only one who knows what Ahamo looks like? Shouldn't most people at least have some vague idea?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, Queen Who Has Convoluted Plans And No Name, you couldn't stop an eleven year old? Seriously? That's just sad. And what is your name? Because Queen Who Has Convoluted Plans And No Name is way too long to be used in anything that isn't crack fic, and Lavender Eyes is not a particularly Ozian name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, do the tattoos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; the mobats, or do they live in her boobs or what? There's no reason Scifi should have made this clear, I'm just curious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambrose, sweetie, you're supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;. Why are you trying to slow down the suns? You know that's a bad idea, right? Seriously, I think Scifi made a disaster movie or something about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um...what happened with the Grey Gale? I mean, she had this flashback thing, but it was obviously sort of real because she got the emerald, but it was pretty clearly not actual time travel, so is it a combination of a ghost who can hold things and a hallucination/illusion? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DG, I know she just used a forcefield or telekinesis or something to push you back, and I know your now collapsing in a fit of coughing, but the fate of the world is at stake! Couldn't you try more than once to grab it? Seriously, your lack of determination to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop the world from ending&lt;/span&gt; annoys me. Although you are right, green really isn't her color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is why we need a series, guys. So they can explain at least some of this stuff. Or we could have a series in which they explain none of this stuff, but there are many more endearing plot holes. I'm not sure why the plot holes in some shows endear me to them, while the plot holes in others annoy me. Anyway, Atlantis is almost over, I think Scifi should make a Tin Man series next. Though I kind of wonder about actually finding out the Queen's name, because having a nameless queen has become sort of...part of the thing. All the speculation on what her name is can be really entertaining. Of course, I bet they could do a series without giving away her name. Just have people call her "my queen" all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really like the Realm of the Unwanted. It's shiny, in the Firefly sense of the word, not the normal, look-the-metal-is-shiny sense of the word. Although the lights shine, so I suppose it could be said to be shiny. I like Central City, too, it's really pretty. And the Doctor would totally hang out in the Realm of the Unwanted, cause that's how he rolls, man. I mean, he was so very happy to be in the slums in Gridlock. Although, if he went to the Realm of the Unwanted, he'd probably get mad about the boxing and try to get them to stop. Also, Dorothy having silver shoes makes me gleeful.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Glitch's coat. It is made of even more awesome than the tenth Doctor's coat. And the sixth Doctor's, which I want just so I can wear it to the mall along with my angels have the phonebox t-shirt and completely out of season holiday accessories. Like reindeer antlers in April or something. Also, Glitch's curls. They bob! This makes me happy. Ambrose's curls do not bob. They just sit there, looking really bad. Seriously, Glitch, even if they manage to put your brain back in, please don't change your hair. I like it. Ambrose had awful hair. Speaking of Ambrose, if they ever do make a series, they could do some really interesting psychological examination of the characters, particularly Glitch and Az.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love Raw, Glitch, Cain, and the Mystic Man, my favorite character has got to be Az. I mean, she's so childlike and scared and sad and I just want to hug her. And she's so strong, too, I mean she was possessed by  that witch for fifteen years and yet she still manages to have enough control over her actions to take DG's hand. I also have a theory that Az was using what little control she had over the witch to keep her from killing her mother and father. And Kathleen Robertson and Alexia Fast both do a fantastic job. So do Alan Cumming, Neil McDonough, and Raoul Trujillo. Almost everyone does, actually. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0874232/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8317713546603925703?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8317713546603925703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculously-long-tin-man-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8317713546603925703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8317713546603925703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculously-long-tin-man-post.html' title='The Ridiculously Long Tin Man Post'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8316573178202688157</id><published>2009-01-02T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:44:57.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate Atlantis'/><title type='text'>Observe: I Rant Incoherently!</title><content type='html'>So, I was going to make a post about tonight's Atlantis. But then I watched it and decided I have almost no opinions on it except: "Zelenka and McKay are being especially homoerotic this episode." and "Crazy!Todd makes me sad. Poor Todd. I just want to huggle him. Except that it would, you know, kill me. But still!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Crazy!Todd more like Pathetic!Evil!Spike or the crazy dalek from Dalek? I think he's like a cross between the two, because Pathetic!Evil!Spike was funny, but Crazy!Todd isn't, he's just sad. The dalek from Dalek is also sad, but I don't want to hug him. I wanted to hug both Crazy!Todd and Pathetic!Evil!Spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I watched the first ten minutes of Sanctuary. I'm really behind because, well, I don't actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Sanctuary. Amanda Tapping's accent bugs me, as does her hair. Yes, I realize that's not a good reason to dislike the character, and it's not. It just makes it worse. I don't like Magnus because, from what I've seen, she seems kind of...Okay, so she's all "Let's help the abnormals, keep them safe by locking them up in cages! It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;." And I get the whole "protect them" thing, because I'm sure people would hurt them, but she...okay, so episode two or so she goes to talk to this sort of mermaid type abnormal, right, and it just...it looked way too much like she was being kept in a tiny fish tank. And then there's the whole "they are wild animals thing" which I may have misinterpreted. There are actually two characters I like, Big Guy (who's name we may have learned at some point, but if so I missed it) and Henry. I don't particularly like Will, because he just seems sort of...Daniel Lite to me. Like brand name cola, except way worse. The fact that I'm a big fan of actual Daniel probably isn't helping with that. And then there's the CGI, I mean, I was under the impression it was supposed to be really good, so what's with the plastic!werewolf and the mutated furbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done ranting now. I'm going to avoid talking about the vampire blood thing for two reasons: One, I don't really know much about it, and two, it could lead to a Twilight rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires. Don't. Sparkle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8316573178202688157?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8316573178202688157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/observe-i-rant-incoherently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8316573178202688157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8316573178202688157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/observe-i-rant-incoherently.html' title='Observe: I Rant Incoherently!'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-5003018656195062077</id><published>2009-01-02T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:07:35.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: The Clone Wars</title><content type='html'>Am watching Star Wars: Clone Wars. Do not know why. It is killing my brain. However, the simultaneous over acting and under acting from one character is very impressive. Most of them just under act, but Anakin's padawan is really going for that combination of under acting, over acting, and just plain bad acting. Seriously, if you're going to have rubbish voice acting, you should at least have good animation, and if you're going to have bad animation, you should at least have good voice actng. Also, why does the guy in the armor sound kind of like James Marsters? I have no idea who he is, but he sounds like James Marsters, and it's making me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: I'm kind of coming in in the middle, but why did they give  Anakin a padawan? I mean, he beats out Wesley for the title of The Council's Biggest Mistake, why are we giving him a padawan? Also, if she's Anakin's padawan, why is she training with someone else? And why hasn't Anakin made an appearence in the half hour or so I've watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is worse than Episodes One, Two, and Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up James Marsters on IMDB. That explains the voice thing. This makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-5003018656195062077?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5003018656195062077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/star-wars-clone-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5003018656195062077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5003018656195062077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/star-wars-clone-wars.html' title='Star Wars: The Clone Wars'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3884112861892841792</id><published>2009-01-02T18:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:36:02.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TM character: Raw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TM character: Az'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TM character: Glitch'/><title type='text'>Cue the Tin Man Ramble</title><content type='html'>First, I will say that Tin Man has more plot holes and continuity issues than Torchwood. However, on the secret organization front, Torchwood beats out the resistance for Most Obvious Secret Organization Ever. Anyway, I love Tin Man, partly because of the great costuming, awesome make up, and brilliant acting from pretty much everyone who wasn't our lovely heroine, and partly because of the pure ridiculousness like the flying tit monkeys. Seriously, I think it probably makes more sense if you watch it while drunk. Or stoned. I mean, there's a strong possibility that much of the production crew were drunk while they were making it, so it makes sense that being drunk while watching it would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I got the plotbunny about Az after they get rid of the witch, I've been thinking a lot about how that would affect her psychologically. My theory is that she'll have the mentality of a severely traumatized child, having not aged much mentally since the witch possessed her. There's also a possibility that she would use her childlike mentality as a coping mechanism to deal with her severe trauma. I'll have to do some research on psychological disorders, I have an idea of the one I want to use, but I have no idea what it's called. Or anything about it that wasn't mentioned in that episode of Law &amp;amp; Order SVU. So these thoughts about what psychological state Az would be in spawned thoughts about what psychological state Glitch would be in. Now, I'm pretty sure that, magic or no, after such a long seperation from his brain, he's not going to go back to just being Ambrose. I mean, he's developed this whole other personality as Glitch, once you put his brain/half brain (which half of the brain? how does that work, anyway? and is it the whole brain or just half of it?) back in, he's not going to go back to being the perfectly sane Ambrose. My theory's on this are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could end up with a sort of multiple personality thing, with Ambrose and Glitch remaining as two separate personalities. From what I can tell, this seems to be a pretty popular theory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could end up with most of his memories, but be even more forgetful then before, possibly even losing certain motor functions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could end up with a sort of Alzheimer like condition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It could be that putting his brain back in would do much more harm than good, thus causing them to opt out of the surgery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm thinking I'll use either 1 or 4 for my crazy!Az fic. As for Az, I'm thinking a kind of vacant child sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what's with the Raw neglect, fandom? Not cool. Raw is awesome, and there's so much to explore, so much to think about, so much left unsaid. Actually, that's probably the cause of the neglect- he was pretty sorely neglected in canon, leaving us with very little to work with. Darn. Oh well. And now for an updated Tin Man ship list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glitch/Cain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambrose/Az&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeb/DG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeb/Raw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glitch/Raw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cain/Raw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambrose/the Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Witch/Az&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Az/Raw?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The last one has a question mark because Az/Raw would have to be post-series, which, due to my theories about Az's psychological state at that time, could get weird/creepy. However, even without that one, that is quite possibly the longist list of ships for one fandom I have ever made. I usually stick to one or two per fandom. Glitch/Cain is still my OTP, though. And I have pretty much no basis for any of the Raw ships except Raw/Cain. I just like them. My basis for Raw/Cain has to do with Cain being all about the heart and Raw being an empath or a telepath or whatever he is. This could actually present a lot of problems, as Cain is kind of private about his feelings, and Raw would probably have some trouble with that. It could also bring up some awful memories for Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I made it through the entire post without referencing Doctor Who, Torchwood, or SJA. *scrolls up* Wait...darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3884112861892841792?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3884112861892841792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/cue-tin-man-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3884112861892841792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3884112861892841792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/cue-tin-man-ramble.html' title='Cue the Tin Man Ramble'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2444139546627138104</id><published>2009-01-02T00:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:29:47.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my only basis for wanting to write a Lennier is crazy and telepathic and a whole lot like that kid from "It's a Good Life" is that the actor is the same. But now the idea is lodged in my brain and won't go away, and I have these pictures in my head of Lennier being cold and psychotic and wishing Sheridan into the cornfield or something. Except Lennier is an adult rather than a kid, so I'm thinking he'll make Delenn and Vir his sex slaves or something. Because I totally ship Vir/Lennier, and would if only because then I could say I shipped Vennier. Also because Lennier loves Delenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have weird thoughts next time I watch Bab 5, aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2444139546627138104?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2444139546627138104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-only-basis-for-wanting-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2444139546627138104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2444139546627138104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-only-basis-for-wanting-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-4996545591547622032</id><published>2009-01-02T00:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:23:18.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also need to write: Ambrose is psychotic and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, plotbunnies, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-4996545591547622032?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4996545591547622032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/also-need-to-write-ambrose-is-psychotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4996545591547622032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4996545591547622032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/also-need-to-write-ambrose-is-psychotic.html' title=''/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2838982005524969518</id><published>2009-01-02T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:19:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My MInd is Weird</title><content type='html'>Lennier=the little boy from "It's a Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. No, really. Awesome actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must write fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Must write Glitch/Raw fic. Possibly explore the idea of Az/Raw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2838982005524969518?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2838982005524969518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mind-is-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2838982005524969518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2838982005524969518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mind-is-weird.html' title='My MInd is Weird'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3115776597937892551</id><published>2009-01-01T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:58:56.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Man Fics I Need To Write</title><content type='html'>Someday. Soon. Also, it should be noted that most fics, and almost certainly any Jeb fics, will have a side pairing of Glitch/Cain. Probably not the young Az/young Ambrose one, though, unless the Doctor decides to make an unexpected appearence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeb/Raw fic. At least one. Still have no ideas about plot, but I really have to write it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Az/someone fic. Very angsty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Az fic. Very angsty, explores what psychological state she might be in after the eclipse. My guess? Not an entirely sane one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young Az/Young Ambrose fic. In which Az has a crush and Ambrose is embarrased.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeb/Raw, Jeb/DG fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3115776597937892551?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3115776597937892551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/tin-man-fics-i-need-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3115776597937892551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3115776597937892551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/tin-man-fics-i-need-to-write.html' title='Tin Man Fics I Need To Write'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-4145376133561392391</id><published>2009-01-01T17:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:45:19.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Girl in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The demon lurks beneath the ground,&lt;br /&gt;His singing makes a charming sound,&lt;br /&gt;But what to do with the maiden fair,&lt;br /&gt;For all that she will do is stare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girl in the mirror was singing. This itself was not particularly unusual, for the girl in the mirror often sang. She would sing lullabies and nursery rhymes, innocent rhymes written to entertain young children, and certainly not made to sound like instruments of some dark entity. It is a truth, however, one that may be ignored or not to one's own fancy, that children like blood. They enjoy stories full of fire and knives and swords and magic, full of sinister plots and wicked fairies, blood and death and princes with strange fetishes for those who are neither conscious or, in some cases, alive. Rhymes enjoyed by children are often full of violence, of blinded folk and decapitation, of things that, when considered carefully, appear rather more sinister than grown-ups would like to imagine them to be. And so it was that the girl would sing, sing songs that, though having themselves an air of innocence due to their inherent connection to children, sounded as dark and sinister as their lyrics would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the girl sing, the woman wondered again where the songs came from. She had certainly never heard them before, not in this world, but the girl seemed to know them from memory, and they rolled off her lips with the sort of familiarity that comes when you have listened to something a great many times since your youth, when the lyrics were ingrained into your young mind. The rhymes spoke of blood and stars and demons, of darkness and monsters. This would not have been so bad, the woman thought, for she knew of monsters and demons and knew they were not real. Even when the girl spoke of terrible things that the woman would do, even then the woman was not particularly frightened, for she knew she would never do them, indeed could never do them, so strongly was she governed by her moral code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What frightened the woman was when the girl came to her, covered in blood. The girl would have a knife with her, and she would look at it for hours, watching as the shining metal caught the light. The woman would close her eyes and look away, and the girl wouldn't notice. Sometimes she would sing, but more often she would sit, silent except for the occasional mutter about blood, the occasional murmur about screaming. Sometimes the girl wasn't alone. She would get angry sometimes, frustrated by the woman's refusal to do as the girl said she should. Those times she would bring someone with her, do her work there, in front of the woman. The woman would look away, closing her eyes and her ears, trying not to hear the screaming. She would yell, then, yell at the girl to stop. But the girl in the mirror never listened, and the girl in the mirror never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl wasn't afraid of anything. She made monsters cry out in pain, made demons beg for mercy. Everyone and everything cowered before her, and she was afraid of nothing. But she didn't like the woman in the mirror. The woman in the mirror didn't understand, and she didn't cower. She would tell the girl things, tell her to stop. The girl didn't want to stop. She liked it when they screamed, it sounded high and clear and beautiful, and it made her tingle with pleasure. The woman was wrong, the girl wasn't evil. She was doing what she had to. She had to hurt them, she had to know, she had to, she had to. She would wish for the woman to go away, but she never did. She was always there, in the mirror, always talking and smiling and saying...saying awful things. She would tell the girl it would be over soon, that she would win and the girl would go away. It was too bad, really. She would have made a nice friend. The girl didn't have many friends. People said they liked her, but they didn't. The girl knew this, knew they were lying. She didn't like liars. "Lying is wrong," she would say, and then she'd make them scream. After all, they had to know. They had to understand that lying was wrong. The woman lied, she said she wasn't afraid when it was quite clear that she was. But the girl could never make her understand. She tried, she did. She couldn't hurt the woman in the mirror, so she showed her, showed her what happened to liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl didn't like the woman in the mirror, but she would sit there all the same. She would watch the woman, talk to the woman, tell the woman what she'd done. She would listen to the woman's whimpering, listen to her little gasps of shock and horror. She would sit there, listening, looking at her knife, watching the light, her shirt soaked with blood. This was what the girl in the mirror was doing now, watching her knife as she sang under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The demon lurks beneath the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; His singing makes a charming sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But what to do with the maiden fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For all that she will do is stare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girl didn't like demons. Demons lied, lying was bad. That's why she had to hurt them. And they would yell, their screams like a song, sweet and loud. Her dad used to sing the song to her, and she'd listened. She always listened. She listened when he sang, and she listened when he lied. She even listened when he died. She lay down the knife, looking into the mirror. The woman in the mirror was avoiding her gaze, but the girl didn't care. The girl in the mirror stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-4145376133561392391?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4145376133561392391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/demon-lurks-beneath-ground-his-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4145376133561392391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4145376133561392391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/demon-lurks-beneath-ground-his-singing.html' title='The Girl in the Mirror'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3452064170379476478</id><published>2009-01-01T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:51:43.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of nights ago I had this dream. Four dreams, actually, one after the other. I woke up in between each one, too, which was really annoying. The first one was about going to a party or something, then going home to change into appropriate dancing clothes so I could come back and dance. I then woke up (before the actual dancing, unfortunately) and said something along the lines of, "Sweet Rassilon that was boring. I demand a better one. Now. Seriously, that was worse than the one that consisted of walking my dog down the driveway and back." So I had the second dream, in which I actually got to dance. I woke up again and said something like, "Better. Still really boring, but better. Seriously though, where are the dreams about getting captured by aliens in a cave where the atmosphere is poisonous? And having to invent a drug so we could all breath? And then having another race of aliens come, these ones wanting to use us in their war against yet more aliens? And then finally waking up just as I'm running away in a valiant and dangerous escape attempt? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; was a good dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can recall, the second and third dreams were about running through a pet store, either chasing or being chased by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the aliens was still better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3452064170379476478?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3452064170379476478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3452064170379476478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3452064170379476478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8615582995642489198</id><published>2009-01-01T01:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:16:52.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which There Was Originally Supposed To Be A Poem. Really.</title><content type='html'>My depression is acting up again. :P Since about midnight tonight, actually. I kinda want to know why depression always seems to be on the bottom of the list of health problems that need fixing. I mean, right now the constant migraine is more urgent, yeah, but you'd think it would have been at the top of the list before. Okay, so for a while a couple of years ago I had this major stomach problem that landed me in the hospital once, but there was a whole year or so in between the time we got that solved and the time my migraine became constant. After I was taken off one of my first sets of meds, the ones that were partially designed to help with my depression, I never got put back on any sort of meds to help with it. The only treatment I can remember trying since then was when I was going to a therapist. That lasted a month or two, until I said it was doing more harm than good. Which it was. The best thing that came out of that was a poem I wrote, which I never typed up and have since lost. The guy was nice enough, and I'm sure he was a fine therapist, he just couldn't help me. Although I kind of wonder how I managed to perfectly confidently tell one of my doctors that my goal in life was to marry a nice girl, adopt two kids, and become a teacher, yet I couldn't tell my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt; that I was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a lot more bi than I thought I was. Like a 4 or so, provided I'm remembering correctly how that scale works. I'm also a lot more comfortable with my sexuality than I was, mostly because I now fail completely at understanding what people's problem with it is. Actually, I failed at it before, too. Don't know why I had trouble coming out...I mean, I have an idea, and I get why other people would, I just...don't. I don't understand why people have a problem with it. Of course, I also don't have a problem with polygamy between consenting adults, and it didn't register that Gus was black until someone online actually pointed it out. They were all upset because they though that some people didn't ship Gus and Shawn because Gus is black. I was all, "Gus is black? Huh. That...has nothing to do with why I don't ship him and Shawn. I don't ship him and Shawn because their relationship strikes me as more of a brotherly one. I do however ship Gus and Juliet, which is a sadly neglected ship. Kind of like Mickey and Jake. And Luke and Clyde. And almost certainly Jeb and Raw, though that last one is really quite understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey, I got a bit off topic there, didn't I? Especially since I originally made this post with the intention of postin a poem...&lt;br /&gt;My mind is nonsequitorial. Of course, seeing the words 'hobo' and 'bagpipe player' in the same sentence struck me as really funny. Especially after Rod Sterling referred to the characters in that episode as 'a collection of question marks' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cookie to whoever gets that joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8615582995642489198?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8615582995642489198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-which-there-was-originally-supposed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8615582995642489198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8615582995642489198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-which-there-was-originally-supposed.html' title='In Which There Was Originally Supposed To Be A Poem. Really.'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2948927764721814543</id><published>2008-12-31T23:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:44:42.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eureka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torchwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack/Nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Thus Follows Boringness and Television Rambling</title><content type='html'>Am watching Twilight Zone marathon. Plan to continue until I fall asleep on the couch. Am no longer being made drowsy by medication, due to the fact that we switched it. Again. Which makes about twice in two weeks. I have no idea what the new ones called, but apparently the old one (which I think I was building up an immunity to anyway) was addictive and stuff, so they didn't want me to keep taking it. So I'm not. And since we switched them again, my migraines have gone down to about 7-9, rather than 8-10. Of course, this coincided pretty much exactly with me getting cramps, so it's not actually conclusive. Also, it is almost 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Eureka fics, specifically Jack/Nathan. Query: Can you still spoil something when the season/half season is over? Probably. Anyway, I'm still pissed about it. The contents of the spoiler, I mean. Especially when it had to happen in such a fantastic episode. Seriously, they did this with Atlantis, too. Great episode, can't watch it without getting upset/annoyed/breaking down into floods of tears, depending on my mood/emotional stability. Torchwood, as well. Because she was awesome. Especially in season two. I've found some great AU fics out there though (of Eureka, not Torchwood or Atlantis). Actually, I might try Atlantis again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Leverage? Awesome. Pure awesome. Have not seen the latest episode yet, will tomorrow or the day after. Probably. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. There is a possibility that I will shortly be leaving on a trip. I don't know how long it will be or whether I'll be blogging during it. I just know that it could happen, and it will be of considerable length if and when it does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2948927764721814543?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2948927764721814543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/thus-follows-boringness-and-television.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2948927764721814543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2948927764721814543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/thus-follows-boringness-and-television.html' title='Thus Follows Boringness and Television Rambling'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-1746807656404297679</id><published>2008-12-31T23:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:30:30.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeb/Raw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>So I'm queasy, I have a migraine, I have cramps, I feel kind of lightheaded, and I think I managed to bruise a spot right by one of my ribs. How? No idea. Just hurts. So anyway, due to the fact that only three of these five symptoms are the norm for me, I think I might be sick. Yeah. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I actually made this post for only one reason: I now ship Jeb/Raw. Yes, this is the result of reading exactly one fic. A crack fic. Which I will link to, because it is awesome and funny and I want to know if anyone else ends up shipping Jeb/Raw. Probably not, I think my mind is just a strange place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link is this: http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/359442.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wish I had a plotbunny for them. I should probably be working on my DW novel. Or my poetry. Or  my new original fics about the dragon who accidentally kidnaps a prince (which I will post here once it's done.) It needs an ending, and then it will probably become the first in a series. But right now I need to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-1746807656404297679?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1746807656404297679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/1746807656404297679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/1746807656404297679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-7430622433762979574</id><published>2008-12-18T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:12:11.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's...Fairly Accurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Thoughtful Idealist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/castle.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit tentative when it comes to new experiences. You have to push yourself to try new things, but once you do, you love the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that people see you as dramatic and fascinating. You do your best to seem mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, stress occasionally makes you feel trapped in your life. You usually have a clear perspective on things though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your life is calm and steady. Not much stirs you, and each day is full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the fate of the future partially rests in your hands. You believe you need to help make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/"&gt;The Castle Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-7430622433762979574?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7430622433762979574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/thatsfairly-accurate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7430622433762979574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7430622433762979574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/thatsfairly-accurate.html' title='That&apos;s...Fairly Accurate'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2014939920915428867</id><published>2008-12-18T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:10:38.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Color Test Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Colors Say You Are Caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theultimatecolortest/color.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at peace, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are moved to act, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are inspired, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life is perfectly balanced, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light hearted and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life's purpose is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live a passionate life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theultimatecolortest/"&gt;The Ultimate Color Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2014939920915428867?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2014939920915428867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimate-color-test-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2014939920915428867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2014939920915428867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimate-color-test-thing.html' title='Ultimate Color Test Thing'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8524415308760703010</id><published>2008-12-18T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:00:33.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wizard of Oz'/><title type='text'>Tiny China People</title><content type='html'>*shrugs* Kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/love-4.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I got a whole bunch of Oz books from the library. I've just started The Marvelous Land of Oz. Fun. And it occurs to me that the china people from the first book presumably reproduce by simply manufacturing another china doll, meaning that they could, theoretically, create an army of china people. The only things stopping them from taking over Oz would then be how breakable they are and the fact that they can't leave their kingdom/province/city/thing. It's extremely possible, to my mind, that they in fact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; leave their land and remain sentient and mobile, but would never find out because anybody attempting to leave by climbing over the wall would be shattered as they fell down the other side. So, if they could figure out how to make themselves more...durable, they could overrun Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*considers* My mind is a strange place. Full of tiny evil dictators. Made of fake!durable!china. And if you try to rebel they beat you to death with their own tiny little arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image amuses me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8524415308760703010?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8524415308760703010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/shrugs-kinda-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8524415308760703010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8524415308760703010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/shrugs-kinda-cool.html' title='Tiny China People'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-6751297769509600794</id><published>2008-12-17T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:23:48.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Stupid Gorram Migraines</title><content type='html'>So I have a lesson tomorrow, but I'm out of codine, which means there's nothing to take the edge off my pain, which means it's at pretty much a constant ten (at the moment it's down to a high nine, but it's getting worse), which means I don't know if I'll be able to make it. Damn. That's...bad, since it's either my last or my next to last before break. It all depends on how quickly I can get new meds tomorrow- and how quickly they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me back. She's coming over Saturday for a Doctor Who marathon. Yay. I haven't seen her in ages. I miss her so much...I'd literally be bouncing up and down right now if it didn't hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch Judging Amy. Tonight's Private Practice did not help my Judging Amy craving. Next week's will probably help even less. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally: Soylent Green is people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-6751297769509600794?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/6751297769509600794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-gorram-migraines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6751297769509600794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/6751297769509600794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-gorram-migraines.html' title='Stupid Gorram Migraines'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2327218550258750365</id><published>2008-12-16T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:31:16.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pebbles cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Boring Real Life Stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. So. Very. Tired. But I can't sleep, because if I go to sleep now I'll never be up in time for my lesson tomorrow. So I have to stay awake until tonight. I wouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; tired if I my migraine hadn't gone up to a ten last night, making it impossible for me to do anything except feel violently ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I called my friend last night, hopefully she'll call back soon so we can arrange a Dr. Who Marathon. Hopefully. Also, the tutor guy my mom emailed? Hasn't emailed back yet. So she called the principal about it, and the principal was all "six hours in a row like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;?" and so he's gonna get me a different tutor.. He also said that the tutors aren't allowed to work during the winter break, which I don't quite get, but hey, it means I get a holiday. So I'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat Pebbles is currently asleep in my dresser drawer. It's unbelievably adorable. Seriously,  she's been in there for about an hour, nestled in amongst the clothes. Adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2327218550258750365?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2327218550258750365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-real-life-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2327218550258750365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2327218550258750365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-real-life-stuff.html' title='Boring Real Life Stuff'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-4402513864298494030</id><published>2008-12-16T21:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:50:12.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vista is evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Vista Is Evil</title><content type='html'>I'm severely annoyed at Vista. Why? Because it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen.&lt;/span&gt; I'm trying to change my profile pic- on my old XP computer, it was easy. Just browse, select the picture you want, change it. Easy. On Vista, I click "change profile picture" on the menu, then "browse for more pictures". Then I select a photo, hit "open", and what do I get? A little white icon. After several attempts, I give up and decide to go for one of the pictures already provided- a sea star. I like sea stars. So I click the picture, hit change picture, close the window, and look at my profile pic. And it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasn't changed.&lt;/span&gt; I try again. Nothing. And again. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, Vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-4402513864298494030?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4402513864298494030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/vista-is-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4402513864298494030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4402513864298494030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/vista-is-evil.html' title='Vista Is Evil'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-7933215031208472457</id><published>2008-12-16T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:57:59.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><title type='text'>DW Fic: Planetay Pubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Planetary Pubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I'd...probably still be writing fanfiction, but I wouldn't post it. Also, my name would be in the credits. I know it's hard to tell because they move so fast, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt; The Doctor, Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warnings:&lt;/span&gt; Slight spoiler warning for Pompeii and The Runaway Bride, I guess. Very slight, though.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, there are pubs on other planets. A sort of sequel to my fic Of All The Places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt; A sort of sequel to Of All the Places. I say "sort of" because this fic works on the premise that the pub they were in wasn't on Earth, which wasn't what I really intended when writing the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...they have pubs on other planets?"&lt;br /&gt;"What, you thought humans were the only race in the universe to come up with the pub concept?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't know, do I? First alien race I ever met were giant spiders! They don't  have pubs, do they?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Donna, the Raknos don't have pubs. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; pubs."&lt;br /&gt;"Right. Do those giant rock monsters have pubs?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of a sort."&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously? Giant rock-lava monsters have pubs?"&lt;br /&gt;"People, Donna, giant rock-lava &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people.&lt;/span&gt; Not monsters."&lt;br /&gt;"They nearly destroyed the Earth! Anyway, those slime things, do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have pubs?"&lt;br /&gt;"'Course not. Why do you think they came here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; they come here? I mean, they're not really here for the pubs, are they? So what are they doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Shall we ask them?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-7933215031208472457?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7933215031208472457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/dw-fic-planetay-pubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7933215031208472457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7933215031208472457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/dw-fic-planetay-pubs.html' title='DW Fic: Planetay Pubs'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-7400659066745877631</id><published>2008-12-16T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:44:53.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><title type='text'>DW Fic: Of All the Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Of All the Places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I'd...probably still be writing fanfiction, but I wouldn't post it. Also, my name would be in the credits. I know it's hard to tell because they move so fast, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt; The Doctor, Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;Donna wants a meal, but she's not exactly happy with where the Doctor takes her. Mostly dialogue fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt; I was watching Gordon Ramsey, and there was an episode with a pub on. Then a plotbunny bit me in the foot. It was quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, look at that!"&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, look at me."&lt;br /&gt;"Blimey, this place is brilliant, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor-"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, good, here comes the food."&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are we doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean? We've come for a meal."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but here?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"All of the universe, Doctor, and you take me to a bleeding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pub.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Donna, but this is the place, here, a regular pub, with regular people and regular food. This, this here, this is it, Donna."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a scream split the air, and there was a loud crack as a small, slimy alien burst through the kitchen doors.&lt;br /&gt;"And regular aliens?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-7400659066745877631?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7400659066745877631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/title-of-all-places-disclaimer-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7400659066745877631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7400659066745877631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/title-of-all-places-disclaimer-i-dont.html' title='DW Fic: Of All the Places'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2047758782806927373</id><published>2008-12-16T14:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:09:46.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>More Lessons</title><content type='html'>So, apparently the other tutor guy thinks that he should be able to do all six hours a week in one go. I'm sorry, no, if I could handle that, I'd be at school. Three hours is about my limit. So my mom's emailing him about this, and if he can't work with that we'll have to find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I do end up doing three hours, that still leaves me with three days a week free, counting Saturday and Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2047758782806927373?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2047758782806927373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-apparently-other-tutor-guy-thinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2047758782806927373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2047758782806927373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-apparently-other-tutor-guy-thinks.html' title='More Lessons'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2752503827486550706</id><published>2008-12-16T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:54:49.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>DW Favorite Characters</title><content type='html'>Okay, list time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Favorite DW Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;octors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Five&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Companions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tegan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mickey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K-9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Jane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turlough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torchwood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tosh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ianto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SJA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Jane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clyde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2752503827486550706?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2752503827486550706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/dw-favorite-characters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2752503827486550706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2752503827486550706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/dw-favorite-characters.html' title='DW Favorite Characters'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-5219882542533031452</id><published>2008-12-15T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:45:44.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surveys'/><title type='text'>Fandom Survey</title><content type='html'>Just a fandom survey I found while lurking on psych_slash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What fandoms do you participate in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Jane Adventures&lt;br /&gt;Torchwood&lt;br /&gt;Psych&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;Tin Man&lt;br /&gt;Stargate SG1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who are your top favorite characters from each fandom? Choose one per fandom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who- The TARDIS. Does that count? Failing that, I guess the Doctor. The tenth one. Or the fifth one. Or- I think I'll post a list of my favorite DW characters later.&lt;br /&gt;SJA- Luke&lt;br /&gt;Torchwood- Tosh.&lt;br /&gt;Psych- Lassiter&lt;br /&gt;House- Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Tin Man- Azkadelia&lt;br /&gt;SG1- Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now please choose one fandom to answer the following questions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who (however, I'm including SJA and Torchwood in that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Please explain why you love your favorite character.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the TARDIS because...um...wow. That's tricky. She's the most beautiful ship I've ever seen? She's a lot of fun to write for? Yeah. That's it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What character do you like least?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't particularly dislike any of them. I guess second season Rose probably bugs me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you read fan fiction for this fandom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally. Mostly for SJA and Torchwood, though. I sometimes look on Teaspoon, but I've given up on going through fanfiction.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you read slash for this fandom? If so, list the slash pairings you make a point to seek out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack/Ianto&lt;br /&gt;Clyde/Luke&lt;br /&gt;Mickey/Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Are there any pairings you absolutely will not read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor/any companion (except occasionally Jack or Romana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What about het? Do you read it? If so, are there any pairings you actively read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends. Does the TARDIS count as a girl? I think so. The Doctor refers to her as a she.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor/TARDIS&lt;br /&gt;Jack/TARDIS&lt;br /&gt;Rose/Mickey, I guess, though it's usually more like Rose/Mickey/Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. There are many forms of fanfic out there, is there a type that, to you, isn't written enough?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about any types of fanfic, but I wish there was more Clyde/Luke and Mickey/Jake. Or Rickey/Jake. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Is there anything surprising about the fandom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of Mickey/Jake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Is this your main fandom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. How long have you been a fan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was about nine, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Are there any fanfic authors you really enjoy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ljuser" user="ebony_clarke" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebony-clarke.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes. I don't remember their names, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Anything else to add?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas are good, and not everyone can pull off a decorative vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survey created by &lt;span class="ljuser" user="witherwings7" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://witherwings7.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img class="ContextualPopup" src="http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: bottom; padding-right: 1px;" width="17" height="17" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://witherwings7.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;witherwings7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-5219882542533031452?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/5219882542533031452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-fandom-survey-i-found-while_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5219882542533031452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/5219882542533031452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-fandom-survey-i-found-while_15.html' title='Fandom Survey'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-3726599399421122370</id><published>2008-12-15T20:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:10:27.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring real life stuff'/><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>I had my first lesson with the tutor today. It was nice, low stress, and it was in the library. A dark room in the library, which was good. I like the tutor, though I wish I knew how to tell her that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what inclusive means. Seriously, does anyone actually get to high school not knowing what "inclusive" means? That's frightening. It actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;, in the book, it had a definition of inclusive. And exclusive. I mean, come on! Anyway, this woman will be teaching me maths and French, only we didn't have any French work yet, so I had two hours of maths. Which works for me. I'm definitely glad we go one problem at a time, rather than a whole page, for two reasons. One, I don't actually need to do a whole page of problems, I've got it down after about five, tops. Two, because I know from experience that I have to wait longer if we do it by the page. Last year my mum was homeschooling me, and when we did the math we would do problems by the page, then go over them. Except I'd end up waiting about five minutes for her to finish. When we do it by the problem, it at least doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like such a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my lesson schedule as it now stands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 1:00-3:00&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 1:00-3:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Very low stress. I'll have more to do once we get things set up with the other tutor, the one who's doing everything that's not maths or French. He was supposed to email my mum today, but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also finished the Wizard of Oz- now I just have to find the second book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-3726599399421122370?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/3726599399421122370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3726599399421122370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/3726599399421122370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-8278561936616640878</id><published>2008-12-14T18:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:32:49.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Spam! And Random DW References</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm watching House, and there's this guy on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son of a Coma Guy&lt;/span&gt; with akinetopsia or...something like that. Anyway, he can't see things when they move. So I'm all: "Dude! It's like the weeping angels, but backwards!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done spamming now. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-8278561936616640878?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/8278561936616640878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/spam-and-random-dw-references.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8278561936616640878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/8278561936616640878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/spam-and-random-dw-references.html' title='Spam! 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The first one is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret World of Kabbalah&lt;/span&gt;, which I haven't really looked at yet. Sounds interesting, though. The second book was apparently a gift from an old Hebrew School teacher of mine. My third grade Hebrew School teacher, to be exact. Now, this book I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; looked at. It's a book of Jewish jokes, and I've so far read about half of the section of sexual jokes. It's very good. However, it's a bit...odd...having my third grade Hebrew School teacher, who always struck me as a bit strict, give me a joke book with a section on sexual jokes. So, did she not look at the table of contents, or did she just reckon I wouldn't bother with that section? Or did she decide I might like it? Inquiring minds want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of wondering, if it's the last one (or, actually, if it's any of the others) whether she would like my old French teacher. The one who said "Isn't the first thing you do when you learn a new language look up all the naughty words? That's what I would do." Yeah, he was awesome. He was also the first teacher I ever met who flipped through the workbook going, "That's stupid, that's stupid, no, that's stupid," until he found an excersise he liked. Which is really cute when done with a French accent by a very pretty man in a peach shirt, by the way. Seriously, he had awesome shirts. One time, after class, a few of the students hung about arguing over what color his shirt was. (And I still maintain that the shirt was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peach&lt;/span&gt;, not pink. He did have a pink shirt, though. Several, I think). I miss that teacher. I miss that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;. I like my current one well enough, though. My best friend (we've been best friends since we were six, and how we became friends is an odd story that I will probably recount later) is there. Also, the boys at my current school? They rock. You haven't lived until you've seen a teenage boy in a tutu. No, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a tutu, they had jeans on as well. And t-shirts. And the first one had a sparkly wand. No tiara though, sadly. I'm still waiting for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-4035236085601457584?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/4035236085601457584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/teenage-boys-in-tutus-and-some-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4035236085601457584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/4035236085601457584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/teenage-boys-in-tutus-and-some-other.html' title='Teenage Boys In Tutus (and some other stuff, as well)'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-2835479179453557553</id><published>2008-12-14T12:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:25:13.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wizard of Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>is what I'm currently reading. I'm just over halfway through (I only started it last night), and expect to be finished by tomorrow morning. Then I get to see if we have the next book! Fun, huh? Yeah, I'm not counting on it. It's nice reading the books, though. I've never read them before, though I've read Wicked. I've got Son of a Witch and Lion Among Men, but I haven't gotten around to reading either of those yet, due to my massive migraine. Children's classics are about the level my brain works at currently. I really need to watch Tin Man again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah...that's all. More on that later, I guess...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-2835479179453557553?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/2835479179453557553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/wizard-of-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2835479179453557553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/2835479179453557553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/wizard-of-oz.html' title='The Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-1891869557986508001</id><published>2008-12-14T12:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:25:13.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glitch/Cain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Jane Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TARDIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays, Headaches, And Something Else Starting With H</title><content type='html'>I finally start tutoring tomorrow. Yay! I'm...not as excited as I thought I would be. Partly because I'd rather actually be going back to school, and partly because it requires thinking despite my migraine being pretty much constantly above an eight. And only being able to take codine every six hours. Yeah, the fact that it seems to be (mostly) keeping my migraine from hitting a ten isn't much comfort when I'm lying on the couch groaning and not able to take codine for another two hours. Not that it does much when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Jane should be back on in a couple of weeks, though- assuming that's what Scifi's SJA marathon signifies. I can't wait! I'll finally be able to actually read all the SJA fanfic I find. In other news, my mind is a sick, disturbing place. How do I know this? Because I read my own writing. Also, I spend much of my time in my mind, and am therefore quite well aquainted with it. More specifically, I know because of a Glitch/Cain fanfic I wrote last night. It was my first time attempting to write anything remotely smutty, and it turned out kind of...weird. I think I made good use of Glitch's zipper, though! It was a lot of fun to write, even if it did end up really sort of...disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to work on my Last TARDIS series. It's a series of fanfics I'm writing which go through every episode of the new Doctor Who (starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;) from the TARDIS's point of  view. Is it odd that the TARDIS is my favorite character in Doctor Who? Anyway, I've only done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End of the World&lt;/span&gt; so far, because I'm trying to do them in order and I'm kind of stuck on the one with Dickens. I'll have to watch it again, see if it inspires me. I really hope it does, because otherwise I'm going to have to go ahead and write ones for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Empty Child &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Doctor Dances&lt;/span&gt;. There's a plotbunny for those that's been bothering me since before I wrote the one for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;. I think it involves the TARDIS thinking Jack is pretty and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanukah is in a week. Yay! I'm having a bit of trouble getting excited, mostly due to the fact that I probably won't get to go to the Hanukah party at my synagouge. Or the services, probably. So yeah, I'm kind of sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-1891869557986508001?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/1891869557986508001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-start-tutoring-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/1891869557986508001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/1891869557986508001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-start-tutoring-tomorrow.html' title='Holidays, Headaches, And Something Else Starting With H'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411103759153825717.post-7889473318041473996</id><published>2008-12-10T14:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:25:13.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird crossovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie: The Librarian'/><title type='text'>Boredom Begets Weird Crossovers</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Very bored. I've done 50 drawings in less than a week bored. And most of them were based on stuff from Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first Librarian movie a couple of days ago. I recorded the third one, but I haven't gotten around to watching it yet. Anyway, as I was watching it I kept thinking what an awesome companion Flynn would be. I mean, he's so into books, and they're like his weapons, and the Doctor had that line in Tooth and Claw where he said "Books, best weapons in the universe" or something like that. And then when I started watching the new movie and there was that whole thing about how the Library was as big as they needed it to be, I thought: Wow! It's like a precursor to The Library. The other Library, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have this scene in my head, where the Doctor meets Flynn. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Wow. Oh, you'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; The Library.&lt;br /&gt;Flynn: This is The Library.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: No, I mean the other Library. The big one.&lt;br /&gt;Flynn: This is the big one.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: No, I mean the bigger one. The one that's a planet.&lt;br /&gt;Flynn: There's a library that's a planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible I'm a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5411103759153825717-7889473318041473996?l=gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/feeds/7889473318041473996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-begets-weird-crossovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7889473318041473996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5411103759153825717/posts/default/7889473318041473996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwaithgweneth.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-begets-weird-crossovers.html' title='Boredom Begets Weird Crossovers'/><author><name>GwaithGweneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08888482329247394264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
