got the mid semester break blues

this week we have no classes at rmit, so we can catch up and get assignments done and such. i am currently in my animation class room struggling with istopmotion. this program really gives me the shits. it's so temperamental. go to hell istopmotion. anyway, i have found that, since i started my new job at an establishment which shall remain nameless for fear of being hunted down and snuffed in the middle of the night, that i have spent most of this week catching up on the sleep i miss during the weekend because my shifts are ridiculous and don't allow for much body clock adjustment, and running around after unreliable friends. seriously, dude, answer your phone, it's free. and fyi, two hours is not enough notice to give someone to meet you for dinner, particularly when said person is at uni and therefore spends a lot of time in Melbourne, and you live in melton. and when said person has a life of their own, believe it or not, and is sick of dropping everything when they hear from you for the first time in a year.
anyway, enough of that. i have applied for a job at acmi, one of my favouritest places in the whole wide world. if you knew me you'd know that to be a completely true statement as i'm pretty much there in screen worlds all the time, playing mario kart on wii or watching the short films made by school kids across the state. thems some comfy beanbags. that's why i make it my meeting place. close to flinders and comfy to wait in if the person you are meeting is running late, which is most of the time. the job is in the office and it's half days monday - friday, a decent wage, in the city and being half days is also flexible enough for a second job, comfortably. fingers and toes crossed because i really want this job.
in other news my lovely coffee buddy went for a job last week as an apprentice dental technician and she's such a genius that she got the job. i'm super duper excited for her. so if anybody out there needs some fake teeth made up from january 3rd onward, i know a girl. i had an inkling when she said she had good news, but it's always so exciting to hear stuff like that first hand. if i get this job then i am going to have three solid weeks of coffee dates letting everyone know before you hear about it. or i might crack and facebook the crap out of it. probably not though. i don't like to brag. lol.
my mums wakakirri team got into the final, the fancy final for all the best schools. i'm so excited. the music i put together for it won a gold award. go me. i'm three for three for my lighting and music for wakakirri's and rock eisteddfod's. maybe i should do that for a living. oh but wait, i can't, because the stupid government won't fund rock eisteddfod anymore and now a whole bunch of really great performing arts teachers are out of the job and a huge amount of australia's youth are down a great school experience and will have no good memories of their time at school. if one of the parties was smart they could have got themselves a lot of young voters on board if they promised to pledge $100,000 to the rock eisteddfod organisation a year to keep it going. yep, you heard right, that's all it costs and the government won't fund it. how stupid. fudge getting rid of australia's debt. every country in the world is in debt, we don't care about the debt. not a priority. also, seriously, you think you can stop the boats? other countries are always going to be shit, what with their wars and child prostitution rings and slavery. you will never stop the boats, so stop focusing on that and start bringing back rock eisteddfod. just fix the little things and make us all happy. obviously it's not as simple as this but i am still really angry about the election campaign. it was so pathetic and didn't speak to me at all. politician's are so far removed from real people that they have no idea how to woo us. this is clearly evidenced by the fact that so many new south walshmen and queenslanders voted for tony abbott. what is the world coming too.
i love looking on the sartorialist for fashion inspiration. i have so many ideas running through my head for when i get my sewing machine for my birthday. yesterday i went to my nana's to continue making my birthday dress. it is almost done and i am very excited. it's starting to look really good and i can't wait.
the other day at the boy's house we were looking at nerdy stuff on the net and came across a video of steven moffat talking about the next season of doctor who and how he wants to split it into two seasons so that their are two first episodes and two huge climaxes and there will never be more than a couple of months between seasons. i think this is genius. i'm am really missing doctor who and cannot wait for the christmas episode. but one episode isn't enough, i need more. hopefully all seasons will stay this way so that we can watch doctor who year round. so long as we can buy them together. i mean $95 is already too much to be spending on a season, but if it'll still cost that much with them half as long, i will not be happy. next season looks good though with guest writer's including neil gaiman and that guy who wrote being human. gah, i'm salivating already.

ms

I can't help it, he's just such a babe.

long time no post

so it has been way more than a wee since I last posted and i know that a very huge episode of doctor who has been and gone in that amount of time but it has taken me this long to really let it all sink in. now i'm just waiting for the dvd to come out so i can watch it all again from the beginning right through to it's epic conclusion. I'm going to stop posting spoiler alert type alerts because i figure by now if you've been reading this blog you can basically expect that i'm going to be discussing doctor who among other things and that if you're planning on watching it and don't want the shock and surprise to be ruined then you really would be reading some other dumb blog that discusses hum drum existence and the millions of pictures that are posted of what that person wore on a particular day and why. "i wore floral stockings today because i'm soooo kooky. lol. don't you just love irony?" you'll get none of that here and if it's what you're looking for then leave now. If you are looking for something a bit different, what i would describe as the existential crisis faced by a nerdy girl trying to fit in with the in crowd [because let's face it, i did used to manage one of the hottest bands in australia right now and helped them find a manager who could take them to the top, I have been a columnist at a weekly magazine since four days after my last high school exam, i did an internship with the people who manage gotye, little red and the temper trap and organise the laneway music festival for a year and a half and after one year of volunteering i have moved my way up from lowly usher to office guru having awkwardly sexy water cooler moments with the executive director of the melbourne international film festival. if all that doesn't equate to the cool or "in" crowd then I don't know what does, and a watch with the TARDIS on it doesn't exactly blend in.]
so, the last episode. we decided that a party was in order and due to lovely girl's proximity to the boys gig on the same night [which was cancelled] but we decided to keep it at lovely girl's house anyway. i spent the better part of saturday baking and decorating a cake like a TARDIS. it was the most beautiful cake i have ever seen. i almost didn't want to eat it. and lovely girl made us all bow ties to wear and then made cookies shaped like bow ties for us all to eat. yum. so we arrived pretty early due to my crappy train time's meaning i was either a bit over an hour early or about 15 minutes late, and i am not the kind of person, as you could probably tell, who would miss the beginning of something so important. so we decided we needed some tea because tea is very british and doctor who is very british and we ate the biscuits and some cheese. then when it was time and everyone had arrived we sat down around the tv in our tweed jackets, bow ties and matt smith inspired boots and got ready for quite an adventure.
so, we left off with the doctor locked in a box called the pandorica which was made by all his greatest enemies who had teamed up in an alliance against him and he couldn't get out, rory the plastic bot thing had shot amy and she was dying in his arms while he cried and river was stuck in the TARDIS which was about to explode sucking all of time and space and reality and history and the future and everything that had ever been and ever would be into the cracks in the universe and the only person who could save everyone was stuck in a big old box.
but the nature of time being as it is, and the doctor being a time travelling time lord means that things aren't always necessarily linear, and as much as he tries to always keep everything as it is meant to be [for he has been to the future and knows what it is meant to be like but with all the inspiring the dalek's to time travel and what not] things are not always as they seem. so, we open in the future where young amy as we first met her is going through life believing in stars eve though they are just a myth. [i know, what, but all of time and space and reality is collapsing, and as we saw at the end of last week, the stars were the first to go] then we go to where we left off with rory crying over amy's body and all of a sudden, poof, the doctor appears out of thin air wearing a fez and carrying a mop. later we find out how he was doing this seeing as how he was stuck in a box, but rory now has the sonic screwdriver and goes to release the doctor. not quite sure how he initially got the sonic screwdriver to rory as, how did he actually initially get out of the box in order to time travel to rory with his time vortex manipulator thing to give him the screwdriver that would allow him to get him out of the pandorica in the first place. so, amy is not dead and we know this because the future fez wearing doctor tells us so. he also tells us that amy won't be able to be saved until a smidgeon of her living dna touches the pandorica while half dead her is inside. and how will that happen? rory asks cleverly. well, basically the pandorica will keep her alive as she is for as long as necessary, which is approximately 2000 years in the future when amy is little amy as we first met her and has only been alive for a few short years and can be lead to the museum where the pandorica is being displayed, touch it, and release amy, alive and well and as baben' a 22 year old as ever. but that's 2000 years in the future, how can we make sure the pandorica is safe and well and in the right place in 2000 years, so much could happen in that amount of time and we know already what the future holds. but wait, we have an immortal plastic rory in love with amy right here, and he's dressed up like a roman soldier and has a gun in his fingers. he can protect her. and that's what he does, for 2000 years rory makes sure amy is safe and can be reawakened. naw. i did shed a little tear at this point and then was so close to full on weeping when he appeared out of the shadows after a story about the mysterious soldier looking after the mysterious box throughout history, but then disappearing after he was seen dragging the box through the flames during the london blitz. obviously at this point one would be forgiven for thinking the man was dead as he was made out of plastic and would have melted in the flames, but it turned out he was a security guard at the museum, still looking after the box. and here we all are, up to speed, doctor, amy, rory and little rory all alive and well 2000 years in the future after the doctor was first put in the pandorica and everything around them is fading away. but amy wasn't the only thing reawakened when the pandorica opened. the pandorica after all is a sort of life support system and it keeps things in its air stream safe from harm and protects history and all that, and being that this is a rather unusual museum, what with a pandorica and such in it on display, it also has a dalek on display which, having caught a whiff of open pandorica, is momentarily bought back to life, but without enough power to really do any harm. enough to make the doctor stumble into a display and pick up a fez and pop it on his head. then when he is thinking on his feet about how he is going to save everything now that everyone is fine he stumbles upon a mop and is about to throw it away when rory's expert memory jumps in a tells him that was how he looked when he time travelled all those years ago to tell rory to put the sonic screwdriver in amy's pocket and to put her in the pandorica and get him out. so he hits his wrist device and disappears back to that moment then pops back to the museum. then he asks little amy how she new to go to the museum and she shows him a not, so he writes her another one and pops it through the mail flap on her door the day before. that's when i first noticed his hat, the first time that happened, and i got excited because he's gotten even quirkier and more amazing, experimenting with hat's, what a genius.
anyway, all this popping in and out continues. he realises the sun is actually the TARDIS exploding and that's what the earth has been the last to go, because the exploding TARDIS kept it warm for all those years and river has been stuck inside in a continuous loop doing the same thing over and over for 2000 years and so the doctor pops in to save her and bring her back then the dalek appears, a little bit charged. firstly though river asks about the doctor's hat and he replies "fez's are cool" as only the doctor can, to which amy grabs it off his head and river shoots it. so they get back inside and think they're safe for the moment because the dalek is still running on low power and will need to reload his energy and the doctor says they have 4 minutes and he knows this because when future him popped in and died in front of them all he told him that the dalek shot him and he subsequently tells the other that he will die by the dalek's hand[? i guess they don't really have hands. pointer?] in four minutes. when this occurs he pops back to tell past him what previous future him told him and then we're back on track with amy and rory and river as little amy has been sucked up in the cracks. so after river destroys the dalek they go looking for where they know the doctor's body fell, but it's gone. they were of course a diversion and he took the time to go and set himself up in the pandorica with his time space manipulator attached and is planning to fly it into the TARDIS and create the second big bang and everyone will wake up where they're meant to be and he will have never existed.
ah, i hear you saying "but the doctor once said that that which can be remembered will not be forgotten". yes but of course this is different because he is the doctor and will be on the wrong side of the cracks when they close and will never have even been born. so as the cracks are closing he is rewound to all the times and places where the crack appeared and watching them close. he uses this opportunity to tell amy something very important while her eyes are closed and she is in the forrest surrounded by weeping angel's. this occurred in the actual weeping angel's episode but we know now that it wasn't happening in the time line of the weeping angel's episode and it is why the kiss on amy's forehead was so loving and out of place because they didn't really know each other, i mean not the way the doctor knew rose tyler, that's why it seemed out of place. anyway, he eventually appears in amy's childhood bedroom where he first discovered the crack in her wall and he tells her the story of the TARDIS while she sleeps, a mystical machine the the doctor has been borrowing for quite some time. he meant to return it of course, he is an honourable man, but with the time war and everything, he just got a little carried away. a great big blue box that is new and at the same time old, it's constantly changing on the inside and remaining a constant on the outside. then he crawls through the crack and disappears from existence. then we're ten years in the future and amy is waking up on her wedding day, having remembered her parents she was able to bring them back [for as you know she was bought up by her aunt as her parents died when she was very young] and she is getting ready to marry rory who is no long a plastic cyborg man but just normal plain old rory. at the reception amy receives a book, a blank book that was left by a strange lady. amy is confused and rory reminds her that on your wedding day people give you presents, even if they don't make sense, and this one was like that old saying as it was old, and blue and all of the sudden amy stands up and starts screaming for the doctor. then rory remembers as well and the TARDIS appears in the middle of the dance floor and the doctor pops out decked out in wedding attire.
they dance and have fun and then river shows up to get her time vortex manipulator thing back and then disappears again as she does, leaving the doctor guessing as to what's to come. then amy and rory come out and get in the TARDIS and are off on their next adventure.
so that's a basic overview of the final episode. very basic, but i tell you all this to highlight that there are still a lot of questions to be answered. for instance, the silence. in the very first episode that white ghost alien thing that came through the crack in amy's wall and got inside the bodies of people like that weird lady and the creepy twins said that the pandorica would open and the silence would fall. we know from the brief moment moffat the genius was on confidential that the silence is a something or a someone as he kept referring to it as them and it, but we still don't know what it is and the pandorica has been opened. we also don't know who river song is and why she is so important to the doctor in the future. i can't help but think she may have something to do with what the face of boe told the doctor in his dying breath that he was "not alone" which made me think that there are other time lords sill out there like there are a million dalek's appearing throughout time and space despite the doctor thinking they were all dead from the time war just like all the time lords were, except for him. we know that moffat has grand designs and you can start to link things based on what is said and done in the episodes that he writes as opposed to those written by others. i have a feeling then that river is perhaps another time lord. i haven't worked out if she's evil yet or not but that's what i think. she also doesn't deny or confirm if she is married and if she is married to the doctor or not, if she kills him or what exactly she has to do with him at all. she calls him sweetie so there may be something intimate going on, we don't know yet. this little twist may lead to an explanation of susan though, which i would like, because it has been 47 years and we still don't know how or why the doctor has a grand daughter. we also still don't know why amy is so important, i mean the fact that she had the crack in her wall and the universe was pouring into her head as she dreamt is important to the whole exploding TARDIS conundrum, and the something old something new something borrowed something blue caper was integral to saving the doctor, but why did he land in her garden when she was a child after he first regenerated from david tennant into matt smith? we still don't know. and why did the alliance use her memories to trap the doctor? this we also do not know. i mean it may have had something to do with the fact that she was his companion, but it could have been going on for way longer than that. we don't know. really really can't wait for the christmas episode and the next season. i've said it time and time again, moffat is a genius and i absolutely love love loved this season of doctor who. the whole season. there weren't any crappy annoying episodes, i didn't have to work at liking matt smith's doctor, everything was perfect and nerdy and wonderful.
back to catching up now. i've stall warted a bit with the millions of birthday's i have had and now working at the film festival, haven't had a hell of a lot of time to sit down and watch an ep of doctor who, but i am about three discs into the third season of the new series where the doctor goes adventuring with martha, whom i love. i mean i feel bad about rose and everything but the doctor has left behind companion's so many times he ought to just move on and be a bit more grateful that a baben' doctor in training has agreed to go adventuring with him.
i'll speak more about old doctor who catch up ep's later as i am also still watching the william hartnell eps as well and must discuss properly.

cliffhanger

not sly, the doctor. woah. what a week. so there's this pandorica thing right and it's meant to have all the scariest things in the universe are meant to be inside the box safe from destroying the universe etc like pandora's box. so that's what this weeks episode was all about and if you haven't seen that one don't read on.
so the episode opens with the classic "hello sweetie" calling card of doctor river song after she has received a call from winston churchill after he received a message from vincent van gogh, a very distressing rendition of the tradis exploding which i'm thinking from his reaction is what made him eventually snap and become completely insane resulting in him taking his own life, but that's just a side thought, a bit of extra steven moffat brilliance. anyway, so river song graffitied the oldest cliff face in history with a message for the doctor. he knew about the exploding tardis already of course because in the silurian episode when rory dies because when he reached into the crack he pulled out a chunk of the tardis all burned up and broken and such, so it's nothing new to him but it all is starting to come together. so, river song made the doctor meet her in the roman era in great britain and they road off on horses in search of the legendary pandorica. but it's all the scariest things in the universe, wouldn't you want to bury it never to be seen again? of course, but you'd want to know where it was just in case right? so if you're in britain and want to landmark something that huge, where do you put it? under stonehenge of course. so that's been explained now then, a big land mark receiver thingie hiding the most feared thing in the universe and it's opening. the doctor doesn't know what is inside but it's opening, and that's not all. the rocks are sending out messages all over the universe telling everyone, the dalek's, the cybermen, the silurian's, the soltarin's, everyone that it's ready and they're all to come immediately. now the doctor, being the doctor, is ignoring all the coincidences that keep happening, but he should be trying to connect them all because not only did amy love the roman era at school, but she also loved pandora's box when she was a kid, and guess who fell through the crack and woke up in roman era britain? yep, that's right, rory. but the doctor is ignoring all this and trying to figure out who is in the box because all his greatest enemies have come to see it open, so it must be big, but what is it?
i'm quite unimpressed he didn't figure it out sooner i mean he is asking himself "why does everyone else know who you are and i don't know who you are?" of course it has something to do with you doctor, it's a trap. i wish he wasn't so badass cos he would have run away. so anyway it ended with river song trying to land the tardis after it was taken over by some outside forced but she landed against a brick wall and couldn't get out. but of course river song is on an alternative time path and we know already that this isn't how she dies because her death hasn't happened yet. but i guess when all the doctor's known enemies have teamed up in an alliance because of these cracks that have been chasing amy all over time and space, perhaps they have a better control of time and can rewrite it. the doctor's deal has always been preserving it and making sure it's all on track and stuff, i guess making up for being the only time lord left or something, he feels he is the protector of the course of time or something and when glitches happen in the matrix he has to go and patch it up.
but river song must still be alive because she died the first time she met the doctor [from his perspective anyway]. but also i think she has to be the one to kill him. i'm interested in river song very much but i will only read further on her when this series finishes in case i read too much, and we're having a party for the episode next week so i don't want to know anything.
so i guess we get the amy thing now then. the 26th june 2010, the night before amy's wedding is the night the alliance stormed amy's house and stole her memories, using them to trap the doctor. which i guess is why rory was there. he wasn't really rory because he had a gun hand and he shot amy, but he remember being in the cave and falling through the crack and none of the alliance would have been able to know that unless they've mastered the art of time travel and time control.
but i don't want to think about it any more in case i crack some sort of code and ruin the next episode.
let's just leave is at how sucky it is having the doctor trapped inside the pandorica with amy dying/dead and river song about to blow up and none of the alliance listening to the doctor. they put him in the pandorica because they got the message about the exploding tardis and that destroying the universe, and seeing as the doctor is "the only one who can fly the tardis" he must be the one to blame. but who just flew the tardis into a black hole of kinds and can't get out...

oh doctor

a little on the doctor's adventures later, firstly, it has been an epic week and my little reminisce of the brilliance of last weeks doctor who made me completely ignorant to just how amazing a week it was. firstly, goodbye australia. unfortunately we're just too attuned to the world around us and the booboozella's distracted us too much, couldn't concentrate on playing good footy. and those umpires, dont get me started. it was a gallant effort and i applaud the boys for doing us proud.
second, goodbye kevin dudd, hello julia gillard. in a matter of hours we went from a male prime minister to a female prime minister, and in the hours since it has been female this and red head that. goddamn it, get over her hair already. also, i'm kind of disappointed that our first lady pm is the result of factional party members and not the voting public. it makes it seem less historic. now if she does get actually elected at the end of the year, then maybe i'll feel it, but at the moment i feel a bit cheated.
and man, that tennis match. 10 odd hours. jesus. i couldn't even imagine watching a game that long let alone playing it. my goodness those blokes are game. that's the most amount of world records i think that have ever been broken during one game. how historic. and i can't for the life of me even remember their names. hmmph.
so, today was the community cup, the greatest footy match of all time. forget the big leagues, forget world cups, forget world records, head down to elsternwick oval on the right day and you'll witness sport at it's greatest. the espy rock dogs [made up of members of local bands who have played at the espy before, or at least really like the espy and support local music etc captained by dan sultan and vice captained by tim rogers of you am i fame, managed by Fred Negro and with members including all the spazzy's, a couple of vasco era's, a cosmic psycho and a spiderbait or two] battle it out against the megahertz [a team made up of rrr and pbs presnters and program directors etc, co-captained by two lovely ladies] for the community cup while before, after the game and at half time a diverse range of local bands play for our enjoyment, including, this year, the living end. and all for a five buck donation. so the game got off to a sluggish start, as it usually does, but picked up in the last half, particularly final quarter, and we had a real game on our hands. there was a bit of actual footy on display, which was unusual, and in the dying seconds a megaherts goal resulted in a one point upset that saw the rock dogs lose for the first time in 5 years. it was a great day. and i got home in time to waltz over to nana's to watch doctor who.
so, the doctor got stuck in some b oring english suburb and decided to rent a room in a little flat with a sweet boy in love with his best friend. turns out, oh yeah, if you havent watched this episode, head my warning...

SPOILER ALERT!

you've been warned.
so, the upstairs of the flat is actually a space ship that has gone into emergency mode and is killing people so that it can go home. so the doctor moves in to try and figure out what it is, meanwhile, amy is stuck in the tardis and it's whirling around the universe, in and out of time vortex's etc and the doctor is talking to her on a snazzy earpiece. pretty cool. and it turns out he's really good at football. who'd have thunk it?
but the best part of the ep by far was when the doctor was having a shower, and then... he got out of the shower in a hurry because he thought his flatmate craig was in trouble and in his rushing... he dropped his towel. i think my heart stopped for a moment. it was super sexy.
so, there are only two episode's left, and at the end of this episode amy found the ring. the ring the ring, i sound like i'm talking about lord of the rings but i'm not. speaking of rings and lords and spoiler alert's, i've never read lord of the flies and today at the game one of the commentator's, bigsy i think, let it slip that at the end of lord of the flies everyone dies. damn you bigsy. anyway, back to the doctor and the ring.
the ring is the ring rory bought for amy when he proposed. then rory got sucked into the crack and his memory was erased from amy's mind. poor amy. and rory. anyway, she doesn't remember rory at all and yet his ring is there in the tardis, because the tardis is special etc, all other traces of rory are gone. so i guess, there is hope for him yet. anyway the ep ended on amy looking at the ring all shocked and crazy music etc, but i don't quite know what she was thinking. it's hard to say because she could have been remembering rory or she could have been thinking "shit, the doctor wants to marry me. hey yeah, that could be good". firstly, amy, back off, he's mine. secondly, you're not the marrying kind. thirdly, does the doctor even marry? i don't know. river song alluded to it, but she's back next week too. i wonder if we'll ever get an explanation as to susan ie the doctor's granddaughter who travelled with him way back in 1963. it could be coming.
my grandma must have thought i was going mental. there was a crack in the wall at the doctor's apartment and i started going a little batty, gasping and saying "oh my god oh my god oh my god". it's all going to come to a head soon. it's so esciting. only to ep's left. and next week, the shit, hitteth the fan... eth.

back

the semester is over so the boy and i decided to take off for little under a week after i finished a rainy alice in wonderland themed picnic tea party fashion shoot and he finished playing a gig with his gypsy swing band in a hole in the wall in northcote which i attended without having watched doctor who and accompanied by my old roommate. while the boy and co were tuning and sound checking etc we read the penis book. it was quite informative.
the gig ended pretty late and we didn't get back to his place for ages so we decided our best move would be to watch doctor who in bed, then sleep and get up and go to the beach early in the morning. it was a good plan. if your have not watched this weeks doctor who yet ie vincent and the doctor, then perhaps wait until you have watched it before continuing to read this post because i will be discussing it and such and yes, you have been warned.
so, in this episode the doctor takes amy to a vincent van gogh exhibition at a gallery somewhere where bill nighy is the tour guide and upon noticing an evil looking monster thing in the window of a painting of a church he asks bill nighy when it was painted and then takes amy back to the 1800s to meet the dude himself. [whilst discussing this and that with bill nighy the doctor compliments him on his bowtie and again utters the words "bowties are cool". i almost lost my shit, it was such a cool moment. i, however, digress.] So they go back and vincent is as confusing crazy as ever, or is he. the townsfolk think he is mental but really he is special, he sees things in the world that we can't see, for instance, evil monster looking thingies in churches that get about terrorising people making him look crazy. the doctor doesn't think he is crazy and he helps him by defeating the monster alien thing, only to realise that is was just scared and alone because its own race had visited earth, not liked it, and he got left behind. but in some way they helped the thing because by killing it they put it out of its misery.
at the end of it all, and totally consumed by the gravity of vincent's depression and knowing that he is going to be one of the most significant artists of all time can't bare to think that he would continue the last year of his life thinking himself worthless, the doctor takes him to the museum in the future to the exhibition of his works and get bill nighy to explain what he thinks of vincent van gogh, which was this beautiful speech about him being the most significant artist of all time and that his expression was eloquent and his torment so vivid it made anyone viewing his painting compassionate and sad. it was obviously a lot nicer than that but it was so sweet because vincent thought so little of himself and his craft and when he was listening to that i started crying. it was a beautiful episode.
when they took vincent back to his own time amy rushed back to the museum hoping to see hundreds more paintings but the exhibition hadn't changed. she got sad because she wanted to have an impression on the painters work and she thought they hadn't until she walked into the room housing his famous sunflowers and above his name on the vase was amy's name. how sweet. so the time line was a little off because he's already painted sunflowers before they got there and he didn't actually go on to have the most prosperous year of his painting life before he killed himself because he actually killed himself a month after amy and the doctor went to see him, and he had both his ears etc, so the episode was a little off, but it was still very beautiful.

so after that we slept then in the morning on monday we went down the beach. our first port of call was the supermarket, then the various op shops around. we went to lots of op shops and i finally got me a faux fur jacket. it's fairly understated as far as fur jackets go, but i like it. i think i'll leave this post here with a nice picture from out picnic.

If you are in a country that is even just a week behind australia aka 2 weeks behind the uk screenings of doctor who, don't read this

you have been warned.
so, rory is dead. and far worse than that he was captured by the crack and has been erased from history, only the doctor remembers him now. to everyone else, he never existed. never even born etc. So amy was balling her eyes out and screaming and what not and there was nothing they could do. and as soon as they got to the surface of the earth after facing off with the surilian's [that's how i always knew them, but i think it this episode they were called silurian's] amy didn't even remember him and the doctor, obviously being a higher being, is now plagued with the guilt of rory having died to save him, because the evil surilian was about to shoot him and rory jumped in to push him out of the way. what a hero. but now the poor doctor has to live with having caused another death. it wasn't really his fault at all, it was that damn ambrose's fault. if she had have just listened to the doctor everyone would have been fine. but she had to go and taser the nasty surilian and look what happened. dumb bitch. when the doctor gives you instructions and says everything is going to be fine, listen to him and do as he says because if you do, everything will be fine.
it was so sad when rory died because he was so certain he was going to live because him and amy saw themselves 10 years down the track and he felt for sure they were still going to be together then and come back to this place to get a glimpse of themselves. the doctor found rory's engagement ring though, well the box at least, so perhaps there is still hope later on in the series, because i was starting to like the idea of amy running off and getting married and making room for a new companion ie me.
the doctor reached into the crack before it got rory and he pulled out a big broken chunk of an obviously destroyed tardis. and the plot thickens. this series really has me clinging to the edge of my seat and every time an episode ends i am so tempted to go on my favourite website and watch on. but i have reserved that site for catching up on series one with christopher eccleston and billie piper. i'm about half way through episode 5. a space ship has crash landed into the thames and the doctor has gone to figure out why. meanwhile, thinking she's been gone for 12 hours, rose is dealing with the fact that she's been gone for 12 months and everyone has been really worried about her but she doesn't know how to tell them where she's been. i mean, how could you even begin to explain what has happened to you in a situation like that without being put into a loony bin...
sure it's fine for us normal people who watch doctor who to just turn around and be all like, it's all real, there is a doctor who travels through time and space and the show is just based on him. his adventures are actually far more spectacular and for some reason he picked me to go with him for a bit. k thnx mum bai. i'm off to 3020, the year the surilian's come and co-inhabit the earth, gotta go make sure it's a smooth transaction.
speaking of normal people, a homeless man came on my train this morning and asked us all for change. no-one really looked at him until another homeless man shared his change with him and started saying "these normal people are probably loaded and they don't know what it's like, you know what i'm sayin'?" now before you get all up in arms about me ranting about homeless people, i know it's not always their fault, but they're not my responsibility and i shouldn't be made to feel guilty because they don't have anywhere to live. the man with the cup of change started talking to a lawyer who said he might be able to get his state trustee money [which, because of his heroin addiction they wouldn't give to him, i don't know actual details of these kinds of things, i don't even understand why when you vote for the greens you may as well be voting for labor or something] but he'd have to clean himself up. so there, i can get angry about this guy waving his cup in front of the little old lady sitting next to me and calling us all "heartless bastards" because we wouldn't give him change because he was just going to spend it all on heroin [he admitted that himself] and also i was already paying for him to be on the train because he was fair evading.
he was on the verge of getting violent and after hearing of brawls happening on platforms at southern cross and elderly citizens getting pelted with rocks as they try to get on the train on the frankston line, i think it has gotten to the point where we actually need security staff on trains, because i don't feel safe any more. the guy today asked my why i didn't give him any money, i looked like i'd have change and i said "i'm a student, i don't get any hand outs from the government, i can hardly afford to catch the train myself" [which during certain weeks is entirely true and as that week could come around soon, i'm not giving any of my money to someone who chose the lifestyle that he did]. so then he tells me that i'm lucky because he couldn't even go to uni because he's too poor. no, you couldn't go to uni because you fucked your brain up and didn't work hard at school. you don't have to pay up front to go to uni. if you work hard and get good grades you get a commonwealth supported place which means you don't pay for uni until you start making money. and i'm not lucky because i could afford to buy a bottle of juice this morning or have a really cool sudoku book, i worked damn hard to get the money to pay for those things, so don't lay your guilt trip on me. you made your life this way when you had your second hit.

back to the beginning

As you may or may not know depending on how closely you read this blog and how much you focus on things other than my annoyance at being lactose intolerant and putting your own anger into my words, then you would know that i have gone back to 1963 and am planning to watch every season of doctor who up to the present. episode 6 of the first season sees the introduction of the dalek's. they're pretty retro. still have the same lame computerised voice and all the lame features as now. it's amazing how similar they are now considering it was 57 years ago that they were first seen. and the doctor has radiation poisoning so he's not quite as valiant as old matt smith and his jam biscuit. in fact he's pretty useless. i hate the first doctor. he's so devious and sneaky and doesn't care about anyone else but himself, he's very annoying actually. if he was a little less creepy looking perhaps he would be charming, but i just find him annoying. and his companions, geez. a bloody geography teacher trying to be all tough for his english teaching girlfriend and the unearthly child... give me a break.
the dalek's are as evil as ever. they're a little hard to understand so i don't quite know exactly what they're planning but i know they're going to let the doctor and his companions die so that they can do something with the drugs that would save them from radiation poisoning. the special effects in this series are amazing. and the acting. my god. the dalek's are the most charismatic characters in this season, and they're just giant cheese graters on wheels.
i sound like i'm really hating on doctor who, but i absolutely love movies and tv shows that are so bad they're good and all these things i am listing that seem bad are actually redeeming qualities. but the thing i said about hating the first doctor is a bad things. i thought he was meant to be a character we aligned with, who we liked and wanted to root for. but he's just cruel and nasty.
wow. the dalek's were once teachers and philosophers. how strange is that...
the innuendo of this other race who have battled against the dalek's and now seek help because the radiation left over from their war is killing their food supplies, their innuendo is very lame. he he. "not yet a woman. ha ha."
the doctor and susan and babara and ian have defeated a dalek. he sucks electricity from the floor, like a dodgem car or something. but what they didn't realise is that the moving devise isn't the dalek and the engine inside isn't an engine, it's a dalek and although it's made of metal and everything it can move around by itself. creepy. i'm getting some insight into these characters of late. i wonder how they will approach them when they come back in the new series now that they have a new paint job and are all regenerated. will they exterminate the whole universe? i dont know.
one thing i will say is good about the doctor in the first series is that he is inquisitive and likes to explore things. i guess this is the one thing carried from doctor to doctor. i guess it has to be passed down, how would they generate story lines if he was just boring and didn't want to look in to anything.
you can see how they had set out to make the dalek's the doctor's deadliest enemy and all. i'm already 5 episode's into this disc and they're still trying to defeat them. unbeknown to them the dalek's are in the throws of killing themselves. they've become dependent on the radiation and have to drop a neutron bomb in order to restore the balance.
god my back hurts from all the dancing i did last night. I'm afraid alcohol has the effect on me that i assume pills have on other people. it makes me want to just go and go and go and go and go... i did a pretty good job of paparazzi-ing it up though, took a couple of hundred photographs of the mexican antics, including a tequila poisoned birthday boy hurling the entire contents of his stomach onto the grass. poor kid. oh to be young again.

almost there

i'm taking a little breather from my feminist classical hollywood cinema essay in order to finish an energy drink in order for me to type quicker and have this blisteringly amazing essay in on time. yes i do realise that feminist classical hollywood cinema is an oxymoron, but i'm attempting to insert a healthy dose of general feminist theory to defend the rights of the sex symbol [she may be exploited by the studio system with her power lying in her flesh, but she makes a good living from this and hell, if she wants to be sexy she can be sexy] and deconstruct the world of hitchcock down to its psychoanalytical roots. it's the end of semester and i promise i won't be talking like this after today. it's just bad timing. i'm not always such a pretentious film reading twat.
boy i type quick when i am drinking energy drinks. my brain can hardly keep up.
the boy came down for a visit at lunch time and we had a little picnic together. i must have said something to annoy him but i don't remember so another likely scenario is that he just felt like annoying me but anyway, as our internet connection in bacchus marsh is primitive at best, we have blown the monthly limit for the second time which, between my doctor who love fest and the siblings obsession with one tree hill [please do not ask me why, i don't understand] and the fact that it isn't on australian tv anymore and the next season isn't on dvd yet or is but is really expensive and the fact that i keep missing doctor who on account of the fact that i work every sunday night, it's not that hard to see why, when it is only the 11th of the month, our limit has been blown. i'm really rather sick of not having a proper connection simply because we are so far away from a major city. like i have said previously, rudd, get your act together. i want my fast broadband and i want it now.
the point i was getting at was that the boy decided not to let me come over on monday and watch doctor who on his computer because he's annoying and does those kinds of things, so yesterday when he was all "i won't let you" i went on the computers on the bottom floor of building, where i am currently completing my essay and where people hardly ever come because no-one really knows it is down here, and i checked if iview worked in here, and it does. the fandangly new computers in building six won't play iview so you could imagine my shock and excitement when i discovered that the ratty old ones in building six do have iview.
anyway, it's friday now, not thursday and my essay is completed, handed in and wonderful. i'm hoping very wonderful because i need to come back from my credit earlier in the semester. as the computers at rmit don't do a lot of things they did last year i am having trouble making my m4v video an mov and in the mean time have decided to have a break from academic blogging, tumblring and uploading content to the pool and am focused on catching up on the one episode of doctor who i still haven't had a chance to watch which is the victory of the dalek's. this title worries me because i don't want the dalek's to be victorious at anything, and as i know from the last episode, they are somehow helping out winston churchill in world war two. anyway, i have watched the first 20 minutes and am waiting for the next 20 minutes to load. man i love this website. more on this ep when i have finished watching it.
ok, first of all, how brilliant is the doctor to be able to ward off extermination from the darlek's with a jam biscuit? he is such a genius. but the boy was right, this episode did change my mind about the dalek's. i don't think they're as lame as i used to think they were, stupid over sized cheese graters that can't go up stairs.
i just had to wipe away a bit of a tear from my eyes. i feel so bad for the doctor. he's such a nice guy he couldn't sacrifice the world to get rid of the dalek's once and for all. and now they've gone into the future to regroup and become the ultimate dalek's, the kind that can destroy the universe. i just have one query, if the dalek's don't have arms, how on earth are they able to make tea and robots and spaceships and the like... it is one thing that bigs me about doctor who to no end.
i just can't see how he's going to be able to destroy them this time. and why is he so sympathetic to the human race? i thought it might have something to do with the future and these supposed amazing advancements we make and what not. i think it might have more to do with the fact that we look like time lord's and considering the doctor is the last of the time lords and had to sacrifice the whole of his race into an eternal battle with the dalek's in some time space continuum then he perhaps sees saving the human race again and again as some kind of redemption. i don't know, but it's great to see the new series dealing with the doctor in such a deep and meaningful way. i mean most people either love it or hate it, they think of the doctor who as some amazing show about this trippy dude who floats around the universe going from one time and place to another. other's like myself, see it as THE BEST SCI-FI EVER! and by that i mean it isn't just some dude in a blue box flying around in time and space, he is the last of his species and has a lot to be sad, angry, remorseful, apologetic, excited and scared about, but he just gets on with his business, saving the world and such.
i'm really getti9ng excited about the crack that is following amy around now. i wonder how it is all going to end...

where'd you go doctor?

before i get onto my internet hassle's trying to catch up on missed ep's of series 5, last night's episode, which i stayed up until 12am watching on account of iview reloading if you leave it to buffer for too long, was well scary.
they're going to dissect you amy pond... there will only be a dozen of them... or maybe a whole civilisation living under the earth... roll credits.
WHAT!!!!!
to be continued at a moment like that, with the surilian's planning a mass exodus of human life on earth. btw, what is with their blatant racism... we, the so called apes, did not force them under the ground, they went there on their own so don't be angry at us we could have lived in harmony, it only took us 2000 years of "civilisation" but we learned to accept people of all skin colour's, why not add green and scaly to the mix too... and stop calling us apes, lizards. damn i hate the surilian's. nice twist though. dalek's and now surilian's, i wasn't expecting so many classic monsters to come back so soon in the season. next thing you know the cybermen will show up and the real nostalgia party will begin. and i don't mean scary as in the surilian's are particularly nasty, i think the writer's outdid themselves scare wise with the weeping angel's, those things were fucked and i just got a shiver down my spine thinking about them. goddamn those were two scary episodes. luckily for me, on account of work, i watched them in reverse, catching up with the first one on iview after already seeing the second. so the whole to be continued scariness was lost on me, thankfully. but i mean this episode was frightening on account of the to be continued and the fact that the surilian's are angry primitive lizards who want to dissect amy. LEAVE AMY POND ALONE! aka STEP AWAY FROM THE BABEN' FLAMIN' BEAUTY!
the doctor will save her though. but he won't be able to save them all. i know, because the bbc doctor who website doesn't have the disclaimer "if you are in another country don't look because future secrets get revealed on this site". and they know what country i'm in anyway because i was in the wrong region to catch up on past episodes on their website, so why didn't they block sensitive information? i'm very upset that i know who is going to die now, and that, indeed, someone is going to die because unlike a soap opera or a sitcom doctor who does not need to advertise the upcoming episode with crap like "who will survive?" [insert montage of major and minor characters pulling ambiguous facial expressions]. still though, damn you bbc.
today as it was monday and movies are $6 before 4pm at nova on monday's, we went to see animal kingdom and it was superb. i was clenching everything i could clench even some things i didn't know clenched throughout, pretty much the whole film. it twisted and turned and it didn't lose me for a second. i was a little put off by the leading performance by James Frecheville at first, but after a while i realised that, given his position in the world, was fairly justified in being so blaze. i think i'd be the same, maybe, given the circumstances. i'd perhaps be a little more open to seeking help from outsiders, but i don't want to go into it too much because i will spoil the film for those who haven't seen it and would want to.
i'd say it'd be level with i love you too on my list of favourite films for the year, but only because they're both so different and i couldn't possibly separate them fairly. that brings my total of australian films seen at the movies this year to 3 and shall soon be 4 as i plan to see love lust and lies sometime next week. or perhaps i will save it because miraculously a single man is still on at nova and i may go see it next monday.
anyway, this was going to be longer but i started looking for jobs and places to live in melbourne and now i am tired.
more on my struggles to watch doctor who online later.
ps, thinking of having a doctor who themed birthday party, no big deal, just the most awesome theme idea ever. :)

season one

of doctor who is LAME! but i think that's why i used to watch the old seasons in the first place. aside from it being on at the same time as the nightly news and the perfect distraction from watching the news, i loved it because the monsters were lame, the story lines were dull and the effects were fairly primitive. I know it was 1963, but i have seen pretty spiffy, top notch films from the '50s with better effects. i recently bought an edward d. wood jnr box set from jb online, so i obviously love film/tv that is so bad it's good. but comparing viewings of the old and the new, it's interesting to note how scary the monsters in the new series are. i started to watch the beast below last night [one of the episodes i missed due to working on sundays and iview only stocking the past two episodes at a time] and the weird face monsters in that are very scary. i didn't get to see the end because it wouldn't load so i don't know just how scary they were, but from what i saw they terrified me.
ok, so i actually just went away and finished watching that episode and those face moving things weren't that scary. but at the beginning, very scary. the dalek's are in the next episode and the boy says if i can get it to load and watch it then my mind will be changed in regard to the dalek's, because at the moment, i don't find them all that scary. i mean, the things can't even go up stairs. oooo, i'm terrified. though apparently they have the power to destroy the universe, so i guess that's pretty scary. i just can't take self moving wheely bins that say "exterminate, exterminate" in that crappy little crackly voice seriously. especially because my god father has a little toy version of them with a sensor and he used to put it at the foot of his stairs [classic] so that when you came down the stairs and set it off it would move its little nozzle around and go "exterminate, exterminate". so i grew up with that before i even watched doctor who, so that's a possible reason. pretty cool though. perhaps it's the same as my gripe with star wars. the boy was so disappointed when he found out i'd never seen one that he borrowed them [the first three made, not the first three in the saga, apparently only the trilogy will do] from the library, sat me down and made me watch them. when it got to the bit where vader switches the tables on luke and says "i am your father", the boy literally got a shiver down my spine and said "ooo, it get's me every time", whereas i, being the popular culture elitist that i am, have seen that scene acted out so many times that it washed over me like nothing. perhaps the toy dalek is the same kind of thing as many a pop culture reference and has taken the shock/scare factor away from me.
apparently though, after i watch this next episode, if i ever do, i'll change my mind about them and understand why they're THE big bad in doctor who. [i'd just like to quickly point out that i just typed from big to who without looking down at the keyboard. touch typing win. or maybe it's a telling sign of how often i type the words doctor who. wow so i can totally watch the tennis and type without having to really divide my attention. go stosur.] so they're kind of like spike before the whole chip in the brain thing in buffy, because of the whole ultimate bad guy to beat in those seasons thing, and the fact that she never does. or i guess like vader to luke. or the_bragger to me. my arch nemesis. i don't think the_bragger knows they're my nemisis, but i assure you, they are.
have you ever wondered what kind of person online singles match up thingies would match you up with? i'd love to do an experiment where a whole bunch of couples join up and see if they get selected for each other. it'd be tricky convincing people to do that though because if they didn't match you up with your partner you'd start to wonder why and if your matches are better for you than the person that you are already with. the ad's keep coming on during the tennis and the only ad we want them to play is the puppet ad where all the pretty girl puppets dance around to maniac because last time it was on mum said there was a nerdy boy puppet in the background and he was really funny. i'm normally sick of seeing that ad because it's like the deformed cousin of the thunderbirds and they play it to much, but as soon as i want to see it, they stop playing it isn't it always the way?
i love that the so called "masterpiece that defined australia" is a tv show about the dirty scummy underbelly of our country. god my touch typing is just about legendary. thanks internet. i doubt if my skills would be this good if i didn't have the net. my typing got so much better and quicker when i first got msn. i guess because i was on it so often, and when you're chatting to like 10 people at a time you want to get your message out as quickly as possible and move onto the next window.
the boy is coming over tomorrow to console me about my near death experience. i'm going to get lots and lots of snuggles tomorrow. i cant wait. i miss his snuggles and i need them more than ever at the moment.

procrastination

so i was just wasting some time waiting for the person on the computer near the wall to get off so i can plug this fucking external hard drive in and get some damn work done [i don't know how video editing fell to me seeing as i am the only person in the group who didn't do film and tv last year and i have no skills in anything but imovie, but it has.]
but i was trawling through some blogs looking at stuff and i thought i'd have a look at this danish street fashion blog because once upon a time a girl called Anne Nygaard stopped lovely_girl and i on swanston street to take our photo for afore mentioned blog to see if our photos had gone up yet, and they have. we're so big in denmark right now. i'm not putting the picture up though because we have weird faces and i also am still not revealing my identity [i like to create crazy conspiracy theories in my head and live in a fantasy world where someone would be reading this blog, think i am fantastic, find out who i am and try to find me, killing me, resulting in my face being all over the news as another victim of the evil interweb.] people who are my friends and already know my identity, please keep it a secret to help me keep the mystery alive, more for myself than for anything else.
[i wrote that part yesterday and saved it so i could go to the library and borrow the complete first series of doctor who before my hold on it expired, and as i have done that and moved on to today, i shall continue moving this post on as well.]
I'm in the production studio at uni waiting for my file to convert so i can get editing. finally something i'm good at, audio. they never used to have the net on these computers, but i guess it's a good thing because converting takes ages when the file is huge. i was originally in production suite 2 because tuesday was completely blank on it, and some girl knocked on the door and tried to tell me she had it booked, but i saw right through her. she didn't have it booked at all, she just wrote her name on the door because she saw that i was in there. well she won't get away with it this time. i'm in edit suite 3 now and i've put my name onto the next three hours so no-one can disturb me.
last night the boy and i went to see the losers. it wasn't too bad but seriously, the big bad guy they were trying to kill was pretty much the worst bad guy in the history of hollywood movies. he had absolutely no motives for any of his actions, he had no back story, his left hand was all mangled and we never found out why, we never found out why he wanted to start a world war, why he had so much money or why he was such a fucking dick. it annoyed me so much. otherwise the character development wasn't too bad, a little shallow and under worked. i think they tried to make up for the fact that the script was lacking so heavily with a shit load of cool slow motion sequences and big explosions. there were so many slow motion sequences. and wacky editing to make boring bits seem more interesting than what they were. they cut up this part where two of the characters were going down some stairs so that it was all snappy and in time with the music like it was some kind of film clip or something. there were heaps of kills songs which i didn't mind, not like bloody iron man and all the fucking acdc. i think the use of inter-titles i guess you would call them, little calling cards throughout letting you know [in case you didn't already] that this is a film based on a comic book] was a little over bearing, little sequences where the characters are in their comic book form and where physical locations have their names stamped over them. if you wanna make a comic book film then make one, don't try and make an action film with little comic book interludes or calling cards. go all the way or don't go at all because it's annoying. iron man, we know it's a comic book film so there's no need to put in any stupid illustrative features or [just as a blatant example i haven't seen since '69] speech bubbles and sound effects panels. there's no need for that. then you have the example of the watchmen which is hyper realistic, looks the way you imagine a comic book to look if animated etc, but they don't go in and out of this and another genre of filmmaking, it's not cheesy, they get the desired comic book effect without all the lame gimmick's. that annoyed me a lot about the film.
chris evans was pretty good as comic relief, very cute. and he's got a bit of a comic book thing going at the moment. it's funny how people somehow seem to fall into these kinds of genre's. jeffrey dean morgan was also in the watchmen, but chris evans is going to be in scott pilgrim vs. the world and he's going to be captain america when that comes out, continuing the role in the avengers series. apparently he also played the human torch in the rise of the silver surfer, and was one of the voices in TMNT. and who could forget johnny storm in the fantastic four? me, i didn't even go and see the fantastic four because it looked crap.
the babe from up in the air anna kendrick is going to be in scott pilgrim vs the world too, and michael cera as scott pilgrim. should be a good film. and kieran culkin, macaulay's brother who played igby in igby goes down is also in it, so i guess is a great, strong, ensemble cast makes for a good film then this one out to be great. it's about a guy [cera] basically who must defeat his new girlfriend's seven evil ex-boyfriends in order to win her heart. if that isn't a recipe for success then why am i even trying to head into this industry?
anyway, enough rambling, let's just leave this discussion at max [big bad from the losers] is a shit bad guy and no amount of killer moves and big explosions and slow motion will fix that. in horror the whole bad guy not having a motive things works great. do we know why hannibal lector liked to eat people? no. does that make silence of the lambs a bad movie? no, it makes it scarier because if there is no motive or probably cause then how are we meant to hunt down these psycho's? but in action films you need motive to be driving the action. we know why the losers wanted to find and destroy max, to clear their names and get revenge on the guy that fucked them over and killed all those innocent kids. but what were max's motivations to begin with? he just seems like a dumb child, and dumb children don't have the kind of power, malice and money that he had. i hope they explain it in the sequel.
in other news, last night i found out that the boy forgot to watch doctor who this week even though he didn't have work at the same time and he had a tv at his disposal. how could he? yesterday i wore a bow tie and seeing as i didn't go home last night, i am wearing it again today. so the boy got out his bow tie and is wearing it today too. i also convinced him to wear his tweed jacket. i have my own little doctor who now. he said he was uncomfortable being so dressed up and he felt like he stood out, so i just told him "we're on brunswick street, you'll do anything but stand out". we went to the pancake parlour for brunch. we slept in really late on account of not getting home from the movies until about 12.30am, which is late, and then after discussing the film for ages we wouldn't have actually gone to sleep until about 2. i tried to go to sleep but he kept talking. that's what happens when you work at a place where your hours are something like 9pm til 3-5am.

schizoid

I guess i could seem quite a little schizophrenic these days as i just realised when reading the titles of my posts on this blog. one minute i'm swearing about trains or football players or quoting angry prose from chick plahniuk books [not why i like his books so much, but it doesn't hurt to pull out some pretty hardcore sounding quotes in certain situations] and the next i am twee and quaint, blogging about how much i love the new doctor who [and well, doctor who in general] and what kind of comic books i've read or film adaptations of comic books ive seen lately and what not. I'm sitting in a lab at uni pondering the implications of this new curfew the government wants to introduce as they can't come up with any creative ways to dispel the youth induced carnage on our roads, whilst i am wearing a bowtie. [i quote the doctor on last nights episode "amy's choice" when he was talking to himself (more on that later) "bowties are cool".]
So this curfew, which is described in short here is being discussed today in a round table [the government think they're the knight's of camelot now] today and is an idea they've concocted to help slash the road toll, which is up 15 people from this time last year. i think this is going to turn into one of those 2am lockout type things and isn't going to work because, let's face it, there are always going to be stupid people doing stupid things no matter what the laws are, they haven't thought about the implications of people who work in hospitality, when i worked at the espy i started work at 9pm and finished at 3am, and there's no way to get from st kilda to coburg via public transport at that ungodly hour, i had to drive. and what about the designated driver? if you can't drive your friends home after midnight then the whole group will just get drunk, and if there isn't at least one sober person in the bunch, then they're more likely to do something stupid like get in a car and drive into a tree. honestly government people, i thought you would have learned by now to consider all the options and put yourselves in the shoes of the average person. remember the first time you tried that by calling a press conference at a train station and catching the train in? do you remember that? yeah, oh course you do, because you were 20 minutes late you dingbat because you're running a system that doesn't work, and if you'd ever been on the train system before you would have known to catch the earlier one "just in case".
this is really just going to punish safe drivers who do the right thing. i don't mind being designated driver, i personally like driving and on occasion would rather drive than drink and thus be the hero of the night taking everyone home safely when frivolities have come to an end. are you going to improve the public transport system to cater for these rules? i mean young drivers are mostly students or part time/casual workers, making very little money and possibly still living at home. in my case, home is a very long way away from the city and too far to catch a taxi, so if i'm going out and want to get home, i drive. night rider buses don't go out my way, and they hardly go where you need them to go anyway. i propose night riders that follow all tram and train lines to a tee so that people can actually get home at the end of the night. can you deal with that to compensate for these changes government? seeing how poorly these buses already run i'm going to say no.
i think the issue isn't just a blanket problem for drivers under 25. these are the least experienced drivers on the road yes, but they aren't the only problem. if you seriously and accurately want to make the roads safer then perhaps it would be helpful to introduce a psychological test to accompany driving skills test when one is going for their license to assess whether the applicant is at a maturity level able to handle the challenge of driving and all the risks involved. of course a hoon isn't going to hoon in their driving test, they do that shit when instructors and officials aren't looking. and maybe every time one goes to renew their license they should have to do the tests again to make sure they haven't slackened and forgotten simple road rules. placing a curfew on young drivers is not the answer to these problems. you're just punishing the obedient and giving another challenge to the idiots.
ok, now to doctor who. i missed watching it on tv because i was at work, and shall be every sunday for the next two weeks, so i had to watch it on iview. when i first jumped on it wouldn't work because the sibling and male_parental_unit were both on the internet at the same time and considering the fact that we can't even get out phone to work at the moment, it goes that our internet connection is weak at best. so i went and watched bones and castle waiting for someone to get off the net and came back in to let the episode load. even without anyone else blocking my bandwidth it took me 1 and a half hours of loading, playing, pausing, loading, playing, pausing, loading etc to watch the episode, but it was worth it. the new series is getting a bit existential. questions such as "what is the point of you" directed at the doctor are starting to be raised, and given the guilt trip of the space fish queen in last weeks episode, it is starting to look pretty dubious for our hero. this week a dream lord tricked the doctor, amy and rory into playing a game of dream and reality. it turned out at the end...


SPOILER ALERT!!!

that the dream lord was in fact the doctor himself, a darker version of himself which some wacky space dust stuff [i forget what it was called and shall do no more prying as the bbc doctor who website is a week ahead of our doctor who viewing and i just found out something i didn't want to know yet. gosh, warning much bbc...] was feeding off and projecting in their minds as the dream lord. it's sad because earlier in the episode when the doctor figured out who the dream lord was he said "there's only one person in the universe who hates me this much" and that means that he hates himself. i get the feeling this hatred comes from him letting entire species of alien life form die to save the humane race, abandoning his companions when they're all grown up etc. i don't like to see the doctor so sad because he is brilliant and wears bowties and tweed jackets.
all this meaning of life stuff is really getting to me and amy's question bugged me a lot last night as i tried to sleep. "what is the point of you?" what is the point of the doctor, i mean, what exactly do time lords do? he is brilliant and saves amy and rory a lot, but if he hadn't have come around in the first place they would never have been in trouble. he seems quite narcissistic jet setting through time and space, changing the course of the universe. i mean he did go back in time and inadvertently make the dalek's as dangerous as they are now. he gave them that knowledge.
oh, and hey, what is with the dalek's? they're like the big bad of doctor who, like the joker to the doctors batman, but they can't even go up stairs. oooo, i'm so scared. sorry doctor who writers, but that's pretty lame.
i do wish i had a tradis though. that would be awesome.
in other news, lovely_girl did some trawling and found a picture of us all dressed up at fed square somewhere online [she will not reveal her sources, but i will also continue to look]. she is already wearing a mask so her face can stay, but if i were a marvel character and having to choose sides in the avengers series i'd be on captain america's side [i know he died but i want to keep my identity secret, i'm just a humble blogger, not some tony stark].

happily watching the first ever ep of doctor who

the first doctor is old. i much prefer the recent babes. the ep's been going to 15 minutes and he only just showed up. so far it's been all about some weird 15 year old girl. he's grumpy too. get out of my tardis. blah blah blah. it's funny though, because the companions [of what little i have seen of doctor who in detail ie paying attention to more than just the ducted heating installation materials used to make the costumes of the cybermen] just seem to get the whole time traveling thing straight away, but outsiders are so perplexed and all, this can't happen. the original doctor, William Hartnell for those of you who don't know, is a meanie. the 15 year old is from the 43rd century, and her teachers in the 20th century followed her into the tardis even though doctor who told them not too, and now he won't let them out. i like the crazy special effects and soundscapes in the original doctor who [an unearthly child, 1963], the visuals are so lame and combined with the sounds gives me the impression the writers were on an acid trip while making this ep. it has ended with the tardis landing on some foreign planet, and the shadow of some creature walking toward it. man i love the doctor who music. i wish it was my ringtone. [i've really snapped and gone doctor loco haven't i?]
"the cave of skulls" the creature that cast the shadow is a cave man. i think they've traveled back to the stone-age. the cave men can speak english. and make fire. and hunt. the doctors companion calls him grandfather. how can doctor who have a granddaughter? i dont see how time lords could ever be in one time long enough to reproduce. or why they would need to considering how they can just reincarnated themselves as a younger, hotter version of themselves [going by matt smith and comparing him to this grumpy goop... WHO SMOKES A PIPE! awesome]. the humans can't figure out who he is and what his name is, so they call him doctor who? when i was at the davey crockett ranch at disney land in paris when i was nine an ad for doctor who came on and they were going on and on about this doctor coming up on the in room disney channel and my parents laughed and said "ah, the doctor" and i was getting angry that i didn't get the joke and i was like "what doctor? doctor who?" and all they said was "yeah". grr.
the cavemen want to feed him to a lion because they don't think he can make fire. but since the great fire maker died, neither can they. cavemen are dumb, how did we ever get so advanced...
i'm going to stop blogging while im watching it and just watch it. old tv shows are confusing enough, but old doctor who written by acid tripping hippy's in '63, wow.
btw, lovely_girl and i broke a world record today; most amount of people dressed as comic book super heroes in one place at the one time. we rule. go melbourne. anyway, i went as black canary, as i have mentioned previously, and lovely_girl went as cat woman and so many people wanted to take our picture it was funny. parents were even handing us their kids to get pictures. some old hag dressed as wonder woman said she liked my outfit and then said that it wasn't right because black canary has blue fishnets and i had black on. in my head i told her wonder woman wasn't a size 20 with an ugly pale blue velvet cape. stupid fat nerd. i was the only black canary too, so cop that. the main thing was, we broke the record.

feedback

I'm not going to go on a salam pax style rant about the comment i got on one of my posts because i don't like starting arguments with people who don't understand satire and anonymously have goes at people on their blogs. other feedback i have been getting at first made me happy because people are reading it and that makes me feel good, but i have taken one particular comment from my lovely_coffee_companion on board and decided to stop complaining about because i am blessed to actually have a job in such a difficult economic climate, and i am doing something easy that anyone can do, so i am thankful that i do it. i guess i'm just a little sick of being treated like a second class citizen when i have been at the place for almost a year. i don't think that i'm better than this job because let's face it, i don't actually have a degree yet and i don't have any other practical job getting skills. i'd just like it if the the bosses and those above me ie been working there longer, wouldn't talk down to me when asking me to do something or explaining something they think i don't know yet. i am 20 years old now, have a relatively high iq and can understand basic social norms, so when you want to tell me something or ask me to do something just ask me as your colleague. i'm not stupid or slow or inept. i understand. and if i notice something and ask for help don't yell at me or get angry, just accept the situation and move on. when i first started there the bosses told me that "people make mistakes, so when you do just tell us and we'll try and fix it". but that doesn't happen and unless they get a personality make over it never will. and being physically abused by another member of staff is no reason to be told off. i am well within my rights to hate said person so don't you dare yell at me because you hire complete social retards who don't know what is and isn't inappropriate. one last little gripe i have. when you're middle aged and trying to be cool with your young staff, it is not ok to laugh at someone because they are lactose intolerant and due to never once drinking milk in their lives don't know what milk is meant to taste like. not cool, i could sue for that.
ok. so i won't be using my blog to vent about my job any longer. i guess i was just using the space to get things off my chest so i'm not continually unloading on the boy and lovely_girl. they get enough of my negativity from every interaction i have with the_bragger. which is well justified. and about living in bacchus marsh. also well justified. so much negativity from small town people. i know we're meant to be the nicest and most thoughtful in terms of looking out for each other type people, but if you've been out of that circle for a while, it tends to be quite exclusive and hard to relate to. not all groups, just the ones that always bought me down. but perhaps i should become introverted again like i was in high school and tell everything to a psychiatrist. or i could put it in my passport. i had wanted that to be full of my amazing ideas, the kind that if read after my passing would enlighten those i met with the complex inner workings in my brain and the way i see the world around me. i guess i could get another diary and call it job therapy. i wouldn't want to waste a moleskin on it.
tonight the boy and i are going to attempt to watch the worst movie of all time. i bought it with me last time i went to his house but we never got around to watching it. [sunday nights are full of such great, quality entertainment ie doctor who, bones, castle, 30 rock etc.] i hope it is as bad as i've been lead to believe. i have watched glen or glenda, another gem from director/writer/producer/editor edward d. wood jnr and it was pretty damn bad. but i wasn't really in a mindset to watch it so perhaps i will give it another chance. i started watching plan 9 from outer space but decided to wait so i could watch it with the boy. i think these kind of films are better enjoyed with company. if there is one good thing i can say about edward d. wood jnr it's that he is truly an essential example of a true auteur. imagine writing an essay on auteur theory about him... what a dream.
i've decided on three films i wish to do my next cinema essay on, so now i just have to narrow it down to two. i have chosen the topic about the male gaze and the presence of females in classic hollywood films as being somewhat of a spectacle. so the films i have chosen are "the seven year itch", "funny face"/"breakfast at tiffany's" and "psycho". hopefully it will be a good essay, unlike my last.
i brought my thermos to uni today, full to the brim with minestrone soup. i need to start bringing my lunch because i spend way too much money on food when i'm at uni and like i mentioned before, i don't have a lot of money to go throwing around.
i have so many negative people in my like at the moment. i cannot wait until this year is over so that when i'm not invited to stuff when everyone else is i won't feel so bad. especially when, for instance, the_bragger invites the boy to things when the only reason they know each other is through me and without me would have no connection what so ever.

why do sparks fly when some lame baddy hits a power ranger?

i didn't talk yesterday about this weeks episode of doctor who, which was set in venice and featured what one would think were vampires but which actually turned out to be fish from space. apparently the cracks that keep plaguing amy showed up on the planet the fish were from and so before their planet was destroyed they escaped to earth. apparently only the men survived so the queen aka the only female left, pretended to be a human and ruled over venice, scaring all the citizens into giving her their daughters so they didn't get consumed by the plague and then she turned them into alien fish so she could repopulate her race. but the doctor gets onto her and decided to save venice from a giant sinking storm and in turn, the queens race has no future as all the girls are blown up in an explosion. then the queen makes the doctor feel guilty about letting a whole race disappear just to save one city. again. apparently doctor who let's a lot of races die off just so he can save the human race. i'm glad we're so special to him. i said maybe it's because he looks like a human, but then josh said that we look like him, because the time lords came first. so maybe he feels a bit like a father/protector of the human race. we are better than gross space fish so i could see why. i only wish more humans looked exactly like him.
they went to croatia to film the episode. i hope they come down to australia to film an episode. they got all the locals to be extras in the first scene so i'd just like to tell the doctor who location scouts out there, that if you need somewhere awesome to film that is full of awesome people who will be the best damn extras you've ever had then you can come to melbourne. we won't mind at all. and you can pretty much film here from free because the mayor of melbourne is an idiot and wants to do stupid things like ban bogans [you may call them chav's] in the city, ban busking [which is a big part of the culture of this city] and let cars drive through swanston street [which is a street that runs right through the middle of the city and can only be accessed at the moment by bikes, trams, delivery vans and taxi's]. if you wanted somewhere slightly greener you could come further out into the country. lot's of people come to film in my town. they came here for charlotte's web [the farm was here] and for ghost rider [there was some sort of fair set up with fake people on the carousal and ferris wheel, i'm not sure which of the two films it was for] and mad max was filmed on the back roads. we have pretty good roads out here. so come film here.
as we were looking through pictures on the net of our super hero alter egos we discovered that both black canary and catwoman have been immortalised in barbie form. they're not as hot as the comic versions of themselves obviously because they are little girl play things and not drawn by horny nerdy men. but apparently there's a new busty barbie, so perhaps that is about to change. i think busty barbie is a great idea. girls with big boobs need a better role model than pamela anderson. i mean i don't know how to dress these d's verging on double d's [or e's as lovely_girl has an inkling] in an elegant way. people are often surprised when i get them out because i either let is all hang out or i cover them up. i've been more inclined to cover them up in the past because they scare me. the potential of big breasts is overwhelming. and all the clothes i want to wear are for little breasted women. but now that i have the boy i am not so scared of them and i get them out every now and then with a nice pushy corset top, or a low low low cut dress.
anyway, this is the busty barbie from the story [sorry the picture isn't very good].

my favourite part of the story was this mother that the reporter decided to talk to about the busty barbie [because mums are experts on anything that have to do with children simply because they have children themselves].

she was complaining about busty barbie's big boobs and her low cut shirt. HELLO! woman, have a look at your own outfit before you go complaining about barbie. honestly woman. she's basically saying to girls that they need to be busty and wear revealing clothing, and they don't [i'm paraphrasing because she spoke very poorly, but that was her point]. she's not saying that. she's saying that you can be proud of your body no matter what it looks like. not everyone has big breasts or can wear the high collared clothed old barbie wears because they'll look stupid trying to fit their big breasts into an outfit like that. so fucking get over it. you dont want you kids playing with busty barbie, DON'T BUY YOUR KIDS BUSTY BARBIE. they talked to another mum who was done to the nines despite the fact she seemed only to be staying at home looking after the kids playing with their normal barbies. she was more sensible saying that some barbies are made for older people, like the $100 barbie's that are meant to be collected and not played with, so if you think that busty barbie is not appropriate for your kids, leave her at the shop.
and seriously, when your breasts are made of plastic, what do you think they're going to look like...

colour fading

my rinse is fading. i don't know if i like the blond or the red better. i mean i love being sexy and red, but i also like the blond bombshell look that scarlett johansson is sporting these days. she's so glamorous. i wish i was glamorous. i think seeing as how my hair is so light already i will just go all the way now and make it white, and if i feel like going red later on then i will. the boy likes me either way.
today lovely_girl and i went to the comic shop to look at hot girl comic book super heroes and get inspiration for competitions for saturday. we also wanted to find costumes that would be easy to put together and that wouldn't cost us a bundle. lovely_girl is going as catwoman which requires tight black leggings, tight black leotard, black boots and a cat mask, maybe a whip for good measure. or maybe something fancier, depending on what kind of catwoman she wants to go as.

i'm going as black canary because a) it's easy and b) she's a blond babe. i got fishnet stockings today, i have the leotard already, i'm going to borrow my mums black boots [same size feet], so all i need now is the choker, the leather jacket and some gloves. the_boy said he was going to go as green arrow. in comic land green arrow and black canary are together, so it works out well for us. maybe we can set up lovely_girl with a nice cute batman. what a story to tell the grand kids...

grand_kid "how did you and grand pa meet nan?"
lovely_girl "i was catwoman and he was batman, and the rest just came naturally."

anyway, this is what my baben' alter ego looks like.

the green arrow is a bit of a dorky looking dude so i'm not going to ruin the wonderful aesthetics of my blog with a picture. you can google him. and if you don't want to, just imagine a slightly camp, comic hero version of robin hood [if you can].
while we were in the comic shop today we found some doctor who comics and were rather smitten with the fact that the comic book doctor looks like david tenant. this got me thinking. perhaps new doctor who comic doctor will look like matt smith. oh man, what a dream. next time i'm in the comic shop im going to ask the comic book dudes to hold me the new series of the doctor who comics as soon as the comic doctor starts looking like matt smith. i went looking to find when this might happen but when i googled doctor who comics i found this. no, you are not mistaken, this site does enable you to make your own doctor who comics. ah-maze-ing. god, how good would matt smith look in comic form... hot. i would buy two copies of the comics and put the pictures on my walls. yummy.
but i'm not allowed to go near matt smith on account of me having the boy and lovely_girl currently being single [but perhaps only til saturday, if you're reading this batman, be at fed square at 10am] so she has bagsed him. though he is on my list with edward norton and sam rockwell, so when i am allowed near him again, it's on.
i signed up to the chuck palahniuk fan site mailing list because i was reading the ebook on saturday night and found out that he consults closely with the site people, is a bang up guy, and answers all of his fan mail. he is not accepting fan mail at the moment [i think because he's working on his next novel] so i have signed up so i know when the address to send fan mail to is put back up on the site as soon as it happens so i can send him a letter telling him how much i love him and to come to australia.
anyway, every one has gone to bed which means the heater will go off soon and as it is still raining and i love falling asleep with the heater on when it's raining outside im going to go straight to be now and read the real [non-abridged for dumb people] version of "do androids dream of electric sheep?" until i dream of sheep.

have i mentioned i hate my job?

i got into an argument with one of the waitresses i actually like tonight because i was making a dessert when another girl was already there making desserts and complaining because i wasn't helping set up for the 40 people that were waiting outside for tables that needed to be cleaned and she got angry that i didn't help and i lost it because i was helping, i reset a whole table and half of the next one until i ran out of forks and cat_bitch came over with new forks for finish setting up, so i went back to the desserts because half the people on the tables they were going to had their desserts and the rest of the diners were waiting and i over estimated how long they'd been waiting a little bit and she came over to show me their dockets and how long they had been in the restaurant for and thus they could have waited and i said "yes, and in the time it took you to find that docket and prove your stupid point you could have been getting drinks off your tables, meanwhile, i've looked after mine and i can help without distractions now". yeah, that told her. what a fucking idiot. i raise my voice far too much considering how much i'm getting paid. and then she had the nerve to tell me to knock off at 10 when i only started at 6.30, so i told her i started last and that wasn't fair, send someone else home, and because she's all chummy with the others she didnt. oh well, fuck, at least they got their just desserts when the had to clean up the chuck in the mens toilets resulting in them chucking themselves. bitches.
i ended up signing off at 11.15, which gives me a total of 4 hours and 45 minutes worth of pay this week. yep, i asked for 3 shifts and i got 1. no wonder i have less than $100 in my bank account for the first time in about 7 months. we got quite a few tips though, which was good. $5. that's nothing for the boy at his work. one public holiday eve he got $75. that's more than i will make in wages this week, and he made it in tips alone. i want to work where he works, but he'd never let me. i really need a new job.
when i got home i walked in to find my dad and his younger brother watching an old sean connery james bond movie. then they started talking about tv shows they watch and my uncle said he's been watching doctor who and we had a little chat about how good the new series is. dad said he thinks it's funny that i watch it and i told him that the new doctor is a babe. the male parental unit then asked his sibling if he watched it because the new doctor is a babe and he answered "no i watch because his companion is a bit of alright". so i went onto the boys facebook where i send him hot pictures of karen gillan and showed him some baben' pictures of the companion. she is very hot. and i am the coolest niece ever. and the best girlfriend. the boy loves me sending him pictures of the doctors fine companion.
i think she is so fine that i have dyed my hair red again. a bit more orange than it used to be, i used to dye it quite a dark red, but karen gillan's is natural and that's the effect i wanted. it's still a little light because my hair being blond and all is very light. im not quite used to it so im not sure if my rash decision to go rang again was a good one, but i'll get used to it. and the boy won't mind at all.
i am currently loading an e-book called "reading chuck palahniuk: american monsters and literary mayhem". i love chuck palahniuk. he's pretty much my favourite author. i mean i love the great gatsby, it's probably my faveourite novel, but other f. scott fitzgerald books i've read have not enthused me too much. i'm thinking that the tattoo i get will be the last line of the great gatsby around my wrist like a bracelet. i've had that in my mind for a while so i think i will get it. a little while ago i thought i might get the lyric from the beatles song tomorrow never knows which goes "turn off your mind relax and float downstream, this is not dying" because it's existential [which is the philosophy of life i like to think i follow] and it's quite beautiful. this is living, not dying [although it is, if chuck has taught us anything it is that on a long enough time line the survival rate for everyone drops to zero] so we should make the most of it. but if you look at the quote at the side of my blog there, you'll see that i really love the gatsby quote.
i'm going to go learn me a bit about reading chuck palahniuk now.

shit, a gay MP

can people just get over the fact that there are men out there who love men. now the media is hounding NSW transport minister david campbell because he was shot coming out of a gay club. he has had to stand down from his position as transport minister but shall continue to represent his electorate. the media are trying to be a bit ok with the fact that he is perhaps gay [as all he was shot doing was coming out of a "gay sex club" which i think is evil media language for strip club, but sex sounds seedier] they're just sort of outraged by the fact that he used his governmental car to get there. oh shock horror. and the NSW premiere is all "as a woman i am worried about his wife and his children" [i was paraphrasing there but that's the gist] and no-one seems to be concerned about the fact that this pretty old man is having a little bit of a personal crisis, i mean he's married and has a family, but he seems to be having some feelings that are perhaps new to him. why isn't there anyone trying to help him? i mean if his confusing feelings weren't enough he has people all "he shouldn't be using his car like that" "he should resign", blah blah blah.
in other gay news, babe-a-licious doctor matt smith is going to play Christopher Isherwood in the new film Christopher and His Kind where he shall star alongside douglas booth, who played boy george in Worried About The Boy. douglas will be a street sweeper who becomes matt's lover. mhmm. matt mackin' on with a boy. i am even more determined to become famous now and star alongside matt smith as his lover because it seems he's willing to kiss anyone. that would be an absolute dream come true. not that i'm not happy with the boy, but seriously, how awesome would it be to say that you've made out with a doctor [not the medical kind, the timelord kind].
i'm thinking of dying my hair red again. i just love karen gillan so much, she's adorable. and the boy really likes red heads so i'm thinking i might go back and be all baben' again. i don't know. i'm torn. i like my blonde hair, and i do really want to get my hair bleached white, but i'm so torn, i keep finding old pictures of my red hair and i just love it, it was so low maintenance. i've done something very gen y plastic and put the thought to my facie friends. let someone else decide because i just can't.
i think i'll go have some tea and look in the op shop, maybe buy a red rinse or something. i feel like some green rose because it's awesome and makes me feel super groovy. and i have not been to the op shop for ages. i really really really wanna look like this...