Archive for May, 2013

I originally thought I was going to have to use this review to expound on the whole over-the-top issue again, but then I actually rewatched the episode and I was too busy flailing over the cute to even care. So I think I’ll lead with what few critiques I have, and then squee a bit over the characters and how well the emotional core of this episode is constructed.

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I always hate it when I wake up in the morning (or afternoon, like today) (on that note: ughhhhhhhhh) with all these grand plans for what I’m going to do with my time. And then, as the day wears on and I get distracted by this that and the other I end up doing none of those things, and then it’s ten o’clock and I’ve got a headache and I’m writing a blog post that I could have easily gotten done at least five other times this afternoon and evening, but here we are instead, and what rubbish is that?


I try to take things one day at a time, but every time there’s a bad day I feel like I’m back on square one. Especially if I don’t do the things that I ‘have’ to do every day. The ones I’ve got little checklists hanging all around my room for. And I’m always good at feeling terrible about stuff like that, aren’t I? At any rate, I am trying to sort of work my way up to getting everything done every day, which is really difficult when I can’t seem to abide to a routine daily schedule at all.


I am going to write after this. And then I am going to read that book that I’ve left dormant for two good weeks despite the fact that it’s a book I love to reread. The main problem I have with books I love to reread is that I always find myself skipping ahead to read my favorite passages rather than plow through the book normally. But I am going to make myself read this one. It’s a good book, remember? You already know how it ends, but it’s a good book, and that’s what makes it worth it, right?


Headaches from nowhere are the worst kind. I don’t even know what set this one off, though I suppose it could be the result of my staring at a screen of some sort all day every day for the last hundreds or so of days. Lack of caffeine might also be it, but I had a Coke earlier today so that should have covered it. I’ll take some Advil after I’m done writing this, and muscle through to write whatever I’m gonna write (god knows what), and then reading will also help I think and then I’ll just do whatever.


Maybe I’ll watch a movie tomorrow. I don’t know which one, which is part of my problem with movie watching, as I’ve mentioned before. … You know, I do feel like I repeat myself a lot on these things lately. I’m not using this whole restriction to the best of its ability or mine, am I? Which is kind of rubbish at me, but you do sometimes have days where you just can’t think creatively. And then also I don’t have anything interesting to talk about because I’m not watching any shows or anything. So maybe we’re just stuck with this.


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That’s right, ladies and germs, I’m making good on my promise to go back over the whole of New Who’s run. I’m planning on doing four episodes a week (Tues/Thurs/weekends), and hopefully I’ll keep on top of it. Why wouldn’t I? It’s Doctor Who!

Let’s get started!

I have a strange relationship with the episode “Rose.” On the one hand, I love the little conversations and interactions between the characters, like the Doctor’s first appearance and cute back-and-forths Rose has with Mickey. On the other hand, the actual plot of the story (the stuff involving the Autons) is nearly stuffed to the gills with that deliberate, almost aggressive silliness that makes it so hard for me to rewatch and enjoy a lot of Russell T. Davies’ episodes as showrunner. I still love this episode because of the characters (which is what RTD continually excels at), but there’s a lot of it that is just downright uncomfortable and impossible for me to watch. So forgive me if I focus on that for a bit here.

I suppose what bothers me the most is the sense that I get from this episode (and plenty of others) that the show has to be silly. Mickey’s encounter with the evil trash bin is downright cartoonish, as are the appearance and mannerisms of Auton Mickey after the fact. I feel like these things could have been played more seriously, but still carrying a hint of comedy, and thus would have been more effective to us as a viewer. The thing about Auton Mickey in particular is that it’s almost painfully obvious to us as viewers that Mickey has been replaced, and the fact that Rose doesn’t realize anything is wrong is frustrating. I would say that in a way it’s massively presupposed on the audience feeling superior to Rose as a character rather than properly connecting to her. Maybe it’s meant to be endearing, but on the whole it just comes across as condescending.

That’s to say nothing of the rather cheap “breast implants” joke near the climax, not to mention Jackie Tyler, who at this point is more caricature than character. They’re just little things, but they’re still rather bothersome on repeat viewings.

On the whole, though, I really enjoy this episode. It was the first one I ever watched, and I love the Ninth Doctor and Rose and their argumentative interactions throughout the whole of this story. It’s a decent kick-off for this modern continuation of the show and it sets up the adventures to come for Rose Tyler in a lovely way. She’s frightened at times, yes, but she’s willing to face the dangers for a chance at adventure, and that’s pretty awesome.


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Fair warning: this review is likely to repeat some of my musings from my First Thoughts post on this episode last week. Nevertheless, I shall try to entertain.

I don’t think Steven Moffat will ever quite reach the heights he did with his first Doctor Who finale (Series 5’s The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang), but The Name of the Doctor marks another solid entry in his tenure as showrunner. The episode does exactly what it needs to, resolving the major questions and plots of this half of the series and opening a brand new can of worms to be resolved in the 50th Anniversary Special this fall. Indeed, it serves as a celebration of the show’s fifty years in its own right, featuring appearances, however brief, from all eleven Doctors to date. (Or is it twelve?) (more…)

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Marching On

The lack of posts over the last few days is because of a lot of things. I actually started making some decent headway on my post about River Song for Topics in Doctor Who. And then Friday and Saturday were kind of disasters for me personally, though mostly in that I didn’t do the things I wanted to than that I didn’t do anything at all.

Like yesterday, for example. I spent pretty much all day building a few bookcases and then cataloguing my family’s extensive DVD collection. (We have about 400 films, and well over a hundred TV seasons across at least a dozen shows.) So that took a while, and by the time I had finished it all up, I didn’t have time to work on more personal stuff. Much to my chagrin.

Add in the fact that I feel like I’ve really screwed up my sleep cycle and, well, it’s just a deliciously awful combination, trust me. And I still feel like I’ve got entirely too much to do. All those DVDs I sorted through need to be alphabetized and shelved. I have laundry from the middle of last week that needs folding. And there’s always the blog and there’s always writing and there are times when I simply don’t know what to do about it. I do kind of wish I could just burrow into bed and not wake up until everything wasn’t a problem anymore. Which isn’t remotely possible, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing it.

There are so many things I want to do that I can’t seem to do. I want to knit more, but I feel like I need proper yarn (i.e., not acrylic, which OF COURSE is all they sell at Walmart) and more needles (which I can probably actually get by going through my grandmother’s stuff, which is going to involve a certain amount of feeling bad because she’s dead). I want to watch movies, but I always make excuses not to. I want to exercise, but at the same time I don’t feel like it’s worth it. (Especially since my eating habits haven’t gotten particularly bad, which means I’m probably gaining weight because of my meds, which is just fucking fantastic. But at the same time…) I want to watch so many things, but I don’t feel like I’ve got the time. Because I am constantly wasting time on silly things like Tumblr and that My Little Pony game on my phone.

I want to change, but every time I try it falls apart within a few days. So it’s difficult. But it’s a new week, so let’s try again, shall we? Something’s gotta give, right?


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I got up an hour earlier than 11am today, so I suppose that’s a good thing. Maybe I can make this stick after all. Honestly, I still don’t quite know how to regulate my sleep into a workable pattern that makes me happy. It doesn’t help that I’ve started napping again, which isn’t good, because that’s what I was doing when I was Insomniac McGee a few months ago. I sometimes wish there was a handbook on this stuff. It would make my life so much easier. Then again, the whole point of life is that it’s not easy, right?


The house is cold. Which is kind of the point when the air conditioning is running, but it’s so cold to me that I’m currently sitting on my bed, my legs under the comforter, while I wear a light jacket and have bundled up in a fleece blanket on top of that. And I still feel chilly, and I want more than anything to burrow down into my covers and doze off, because at least that will get me WARM. It’s the strangest feeling, being so cold when everyone else seems to be okay. Maybe it’s something with my meds.


I rewatched “The Bells of St. John” last night for the hell of it. (Though actually I was checking if Amazon Instant had captioning on their episodes for a friend of mine, who will be cable-less come November and needs captioned episodes because she’s deaf.) It was delightful, and part of me wants to really tuck in and just rewatch all of the Doctor Who. Hence that Doctor Who Review project that’s been rattling around in my head for a while now. I might could make it work. It’s just a matter of time, like everything else is these days.


Still knitting. Still thinking about what I could do with knitting, because I am aware that Etsy is a thing, but at the same time I’m not that great a knitter, I don’t feel like. I’m learning new stuff, but I’m not that great. I was pretty good at making hats a few years ago. Though there isn’t much market for lumpy hats in June, is there? But still, it might be worth it to start knitting and stockpiling and figuring out what other things I could make. Part of me wants to make myself a pair of fingerless gloves.


I’m writing, sort of. Just not on the things I want to be working on, which for some reason I like to count as a failure in my book. I know I said yesterday that waiting for inspiration to strike is generally seen as rubbish, but there is such a thing as being in the proper mood to work on a story. I have to be in a Tron sort of mood to work on my long-extant Tron fic. I have to be in the right sort of mood to work on my novel planning. It’s a very complicated process.


Either that or I’m just making excuses, which is certainly not beyond my power. I always make excuses. I excuse myself from watching movies because I don’t have the time (which is to say part of me believes it will take up precious internet browsing time even though the internet is not going anywhere). I excuse myself from exercising because I’m lazy. I excuse myself from reading because I don’t have the time. Again it’s that whole “the internet has taken over my life” sort of thing. It’s annoying and I don’t know how to work past it at all.


The best remedy for not doing things is to do them anyway, isn’t it? But time, time, time, I keep wailing like toddler who wants sweets. When honestly all I have to do is sit down like I’m doing now and just work. It’s not that hard. There’s no secret to it except dedication and perseverance. Which are two things that I am extraordinarily bad at, because I’m not good at anything except bad things, it seems. Because of course. I wish I had the whatever you need to make things work, because it feels like I’m fundamentally lacking that.


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Another day, another paralyzing moment when I don’t know what to write and so I decide to write about nothing in particular.  Though I suppose the nothing in this case could be a list of things I want to get done at some point.

For one thing, I need to sit down and catch up on Community, Once Upon a Time, and Elementary.  Since all those shows are over now, it shouldn’t be an insurmountable task; it’s just a matter of finding time, which is difficult to do when one keeps waking up at 11am every day.  And then I suppose after I do watch those I can write blog posts about each show and whether I’ll be watching them in the fall.  And there’s always the option of talking about which new series I’m thinking of checking out, since I’ve got quite a few on my list already.

I need to figure out how to keep writing.  Which is hard when I look at a blank document and feel nothing inspirational or even halfway interesting coming out of my head.  And I know you’re not supposed to wait for inspiration, but there is that vital thing of knowing what words to put down and in what order, because clunky writing makes me feel weird.  Makes my hands not feel at home on the keyboard, makes my fingers want to throw down the pencil or else scratch a huge dark mark across the page.  It’s not a pleasant feeling.

I need to keep reading.  I read three freaking books last week, it shouldn’t be that hard.

We’re not even going to talk about movies and exercising, because I don’t know what to do about any of that, honestly.  It would probably help if I kept better hours, wouldn’t it?  It would.  But I can’t figure out how to do that, and since royally screwing things up with my all-nighter last week, things have been worse than usual for me in the Land of Nod.

Basically I want more time than I feel like I have, but I have more time than I’m willing to admit.  Isn’t that always the way?


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