Another day, more articles about calc-alkaline magmatism. Also writing about Elves in the Age of Sail for reasons I do not quite understand, especially because it is rapidly heading towards Finduilas/Celebrimbor.


CORONATE, Merlin, no spoilers - Arthur's new bodyguards are determined to get him to his coronation one way or another. Arthur has other ideas.

Arthur peers at the ground. A single, bulbous globe looks back, and if the contraption of metal and glass could express any emotion, he's sure it would be looking exasperated. The thing lifts its arm-like prongs, shifting the royal robes slightly towards him, a clear invitation. Arthur declines to acknowledge it, and he seems to have the upper hand at present.

His new bodyguards move through wood, crowds and even stone with little to no trouble. He has seen them work around the issue of stairs, after a moment's consideration.

They have not yet, however, solved the issue of trees. Or rather, the issue of the tree that contains the heir to the throne and so cannot be disintergrated like all other problems (and trees. If they ever grow tired of being bodyguards, clearing forest ought to be their next job of choice.)

'CORONATE,' the thing intones, and yes, that's definitely a note of exasperation in its grating voice.

'The ceremony isn't for another three hours,' Arthur points out. 'The robes would get all crushed and messy if I put them on now.'

'CORONATE,' it repeats.

'You are being tiresome,' says Arthur in his haughtiest voice.

'CORONATE,' says his bodyguard, with a lingering flavour of right back at you, mateSire.

'I can see that there's no point in continuing this discussion until you decide to be reasonable,' Arthur says, and reaches for the next branch.

He can hear the Dalek grumbling 'CORONATE' to itself as he climbs, and he wonders how long they can live off leaves, rain and the birds that Merlin convinces to land in their tree.
Steven Moffat will be head writer and producer of Doctor Who season five.

Pros: Do I even need to say them?

Cons: I may never emerge from behind the sofa after that season ever again.

Thoughts, everyone?

PS.  Moffat said: "I applied before but I got knocked back 'cos the BBC wanted someone else. Also I was seven." :D

In other news, it's back to Middle-earth month, ABC2 is showing the Ninth Doctor Who series again, and the FOME barbeque brought me to unheard-of levels of geekery yesterday, but they like Yugioh: TAB and xkcd so it's all good. And we're going to the guide dog open day to see puppies!

The next post will come to you from the futuuuuuuure! until then, farewell.
I finally got around to doing one of these again. In light of Christmas/Midwinter/Wintereenmas/Equivalent festival, I'm offering drabbles as gifts. (Although I cannot be held responsible if a drabble turns into a monstrous page-eating fic or equivalent.)

Leave your requests in the comments, and I'll do a post on 25th December with all of them. I'll keep it open until around the 23rd, which gives you twelve days. (Heh, Twelve Days of Drabbles.)

Available fandoms:

  • Lord of the Rings
  • The Silmarillion
  • Firefly/Serenity
  • Doctor Who
  • Discworld
  • Harry Potter

    And happy ficcing to all of you. :D
Nyar. This seems to be cracked-out dream week, except this was much longer than the baby bat one, and much stranger.

So there I was, dressed up as a noble (not sure what time it was, 18th century maybe? It was an era that involved corsets and amazing hats.) There were lots of other nobles, we were all talking, and there was a feast. And our feast table was long. I mean, looooooooong. I couldn't see either end of it, and it was sort of on a slope, and I was near one end. Strange enough for you?

Then, it turned out that we were on the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The table turned into a rollercoaster, and I must have changed clothes because I was wearing something I could run in. But anyway, we went up one side of the bridge and I saw a friend that I haven't seen for about a year. She looked the same except that her hair was pink, and then Tennant!Doctor appeared.

And he was completely clothed, unfortunately, although his tie was unloosened and the top button of his shirt was undone. Even in my dreams, I am a complete prude.

Anyway, he asked me if I had any problems. I told him that I was lonely, and that I had no idea what I wanted to do in life, which scared me. (For the record, the first part is only true some of the time, and the second is not really. Sometimes I have no idea what I want to do, but it doesn't bother me that much.) Then the dream turned into a Doctor-Whoish sort of adventure. The TARDIS must have been involved somewhere, because I ended up, sans Doctor and TARDIS, in a place that I knew somehow was Australia millions of years into the future. The place was called Buka because it was originally Buchan (a town in the country that is not currently near the sea, but was a shallow marine environment in the prehistoric era. Lots of trilobites in Buchan.)

Buchan was on the coast because the sea levels had risen, and from there to the coast of the US there was nothing but a few scattered islands. In the dream, someone said that in a way that was all poetic and beautiful, but I can't remember it. The person who said it was someone Not Good, since I think they'd taken me captive. They were like the Family of Blood, I think. Still no sign of the Doctor, damn him.

Then we went through a jungle, and it turned out that the parts of Australia that weren't underwater were desert, completely dry. There were no cities or people that I could see, but there were plesiosaurs in the water, and damn, some of them had large teeth.

And then it got even stranger, if possible. See, I turned into this creature that had evolved, but it was the weirdest thing ever. Picture the tradition sheet-with-eye-holes ghost costume. It was like that, except it was covered in long fur, and it could fly. I remember in the dream I thought it was quite like the monster in Star Trek that drained a person's salt. (Found a link!) Does anyone else remember that episode? It was the old-school version. Anyway, it was something like that, but it could fly. And I flew.

I have to say that this dream-flying was not terribly interesting. The evil person/alien/thing said that it was like a horse of the sky, except it was also like a cat for some reason, and that they evolved during the reign of the Emperor. WTF? What emperor?

And then I woke up.

So, in conclusion: I'm missing Who like crazy, to the point that I dream up episodes, but I don't know how this one ended. Still, it was the longest dream that I've had for a while, and I'm surprised that I remembered all of it. My mind goes in weird places. 
I'm going to go with the 'wait and see' option in all this, and avoiding the fandom like crazy.
 This is what happens when you have a spare friday night (well, it happened two fridays ago, but let's not split hairs), a love of Doctor Who, and ready access to your brother's old Lego collection. And you also have an innate need to document this by pictures.

Presenting... Lego Who!

From left to right: Lego!Jack, Lego!Doctor and Lego!Martha, ready to save the world - at least the bits of it that are Lego.

My uni says so!

I'm looking forward to that. :D

It's been a rather unproductive day, but I figure hell with it, it's my birthday tomorrow and I got up before noon, what more do they want? I tried to enrol for subjects next year, but the uni website is being stupid and they don't have to be finalised until the 19th. Clearly the universe wants me to take a break.

And I would, except the muses are running wild. Looking at some very, very awesome stuff on Deviantart has even convinced me to start drawing again. I usually get impatient when I can't draw like da Vinci after five minutes of practice, but that's the key - practice. Hands are the worst.

I saw Death at a Funeral yesterday, and it was one of the best movies I've seen lately... then again, I can't remember the last movie I saw at the cinemas - but still, it was entertaining. Very, very British. The cast was excellent, no major celebrities but maybe that's better, as you see the character and not the actor. The one exception to this was Alan Tudyk, aka Wash. I know him, and tells me he's American, but he can do a superb British accent, and he's the star of the show. Especially when he gets naked. Damn, Mal isn't the only stud on Serenity. :D

So, all of you must see it. El commands you.
Snagged from [personal profile] misscam :

Many be feeling the autumn blues of late, or just general misery. So, post in the comments something that makes you happy. Cute kittens, a MS Paint drawing you made with teh funny, hot men, a drabble, fandomy glee, crack-filled lines from a fic you'll someday write, screencaps of shiny, squeeing over that new show you love - in short, anything you can think of that makes you happy, be it fandom, real life or inbetween. You might just help create threads that cheers up someone else too.

What makes me happy?

- Writing more 50lyrics fics

- Doctor Who fanart crack

- The idea of Zombie Day

So what makes you happy?
I went to uni and saw a really uber-techy screwdriver there. It had attachments and everything.

Only the fact that it was being used at the time stopped me from, er, 'borrowing' it. :D
*sniffle* Oh, Doctor Who finale! I loved you, but godammit, it's going to be a long wait until April for the next season. At least I remember to tape the episodes this time, although I think I've lost The Lazarus Experiment.

And I can now add 'statues' and 'blinking' to my list of things that Doctor Who has taught me to fear.
Who wants drabbles? I feel 'all revved up with no place to go' in terms of writing, right now - I want to do it, but I'm a bit vague as to what I'd actually write... anyway, comment with a drabble request for me, if you please. That way, I get to exercise my writing muscles, and you get drabbles. Everybody wins!

Available fandoms:

- The Lord of the Rings
- The Silmarillion/Unfinished Tales/Children of Hurin
- Harry Potter
- Discworld
- Firefly/Serenity
- Doctor Who - but I've only seen the episodes up to 'Human Nature' in series three, so please, no spoilers.

Happy ficcing!
Perhaps it's not so topical any more, but I've decided that I really want a transformer iPod. His name is Bob right now, but I imagine that his Autobot name would be Trax or something punnish like that. He'd follow me around on little legs, and communicate via song titles. He could grab whatever song we wanted from the internet. Admittedly, he'd probably be off saving the world at least twice a week, but it would be worth it.

Then again, when I consider the following, I'm beginning to think that he is a transformer, and he just hasn't told me yet.

On the bus home a couple of weeks ago, and it was raining - and then it turned into a monsoonal sort of rain. And then it started hailing. It only lasted a couple of minutes, but it looked like it had snowed. While I was watching this quite happily, because I like storms, Bob (who was on shuffle), who apparently has a fine sense of irony, started playing 'Turn Up The Sun'. I was amused.

Now I want to write fic where the Daleks arrive on Earth to take over the planet, only to find that the iPods have done so already. Back, muses, back! *Beats off muses with a stick/actual homework, whatever works.*
Whee! I have upgraded to a plus account because I couldn't resist the Dalek mood theme. I loff it.

Now, to see about icons...

(Dalek mood theme comes from:
Hmm. After watching The Shakespeare Code, I have come to the conclusion that the writers of Doctor Who have a grand plan to have the characters meet every author in the English canon.

I hope they meet Oscar Wilde next. :D


Jun. 22nd, 2007 07:34 pm
Another WTF post, but nothing like the one yesterday, and certainly not as horrifying, but still depressing. For me, anyway.

Thus, my complaint - ABC, why do you promise me Doctor Who this saturday, then without any warning move the first episode to next thursday? I wouldn't have picked it up if I hadn't read the Green Guide. I appreciate that something needs to be done about the lack of anything watchable on thursdays, but can't you do reruns of Spicks and Specks? And I know many people who will be very displeased if The Sideshow was postponed for nothing.

I'm sorry, but I need Doctor Who. One episode of Torchwood is not enough to supply my crack needs for the week, and there' s only so much [community profile] metaquotes can do. [Heh, rhyme.] And if you do not go back in time and buy Torchwood before Channel Ten RIGHT NOW, I will cut you. Srsly.

Yours in aaaaaaaaaaaargh the world hates me this week EMO EMO EMO resignedness, El.
Things I Learnt:

Uno: All you really need to know about Revenge of the Sith is that Anakin gets his legs burnt off by lava. Everything else is just decoration.

Duo: Chunks of mango and icecream, when blended together, make an interesting and quite delicious desert.

Tre: I read far too much of the Appendices in LOTR.

Quatro: If you have a warm, thick coat and shoes that don't let in water, you can survive anything that winter throws at you.

Cinque: I need to watch more Spongebob Squarepants.

Se: I am VERY excited, because I get the first eps of Torchwood and season three of Doctor Who in one week. *celebration*

Sette: I'm knitting a scarf for winter, and so far it has eleven colours. It's about 30cm long right now, so I need to knit fast if I'm going to wear it this winter.

Otto: GEELONG FTW! (Aussie rules football, before you ask.)

Nuovo: I have two exams this week. *nervous* Classical Studies should be fine, but as for Statistics... as long as I pass, I'll be happy.

Dieci: This post is seriously testing my knowledge of Italian numbers, let alone how to spell them...

Undieci: Everyone should see a performance by Cirque du Soleil at least once. We went to see Varekai last night, and I swear, I never knew that humans could bend that way. The costumes were amazing, the music was sensational, and the performers themselves must be made of rubber. I really want to play on the flying trapeze ropes, too.

Duodeci: I should listen to more radio. The songs on my Ipod are starting to sound very familiar.

Tredeci: I really need to write down all the drabbles and fic ideas in my head before I forget them/my brain can't think of anything else.

Quatordeci: I want to start drawing again. I have ideas for silly fanart.

Quindeci: If I could pick a way to die, it would be from an overload of chibiness.

There, that's enough random blathering for now. :D

(Yeah, that kinda meandered from the original 'what I learnt' theme. Such is life. :D)



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