So I actually read some reactions to "Planet of the Ood" before I sat down to write my own, and I'm not going to contribute to the discussions because I don't want to start a fight. I'm in an agressive mood and I'd probably end up really wanky or something. I am however going to discuss music and Doctor Who, and also how awesome the Ood/Donna/the Doctor/that guy from Notting Hill are.

Mostly I'm just going to ramble about music again.

( Since I'm listening to the song as we speak... )

( Superficial Stuff )

I am: mischievous

OMG THE SIX FEET UNDER EATED MY BRAINZ!!!11!

In other news, Six Feet Under is an amazing show and I can't believe I've waited this long to discover it. Done with the first season and seriously angry that I didn't buy more than the first two when they were on sale at Best Buy last week.

I still haven't seen the finale, however I stumbled across an entry of rm's via metafandom and through there got links to various excellent rec sites for Torchwood fic (del.icio.us is awesome). Through those I discovered copperbadge's Trying to Communicate.

My life is now complete.

I am: in hysterics

Lately I've been stuck laughing at the "I has a bucket! Noooo they be stealing my bucket!" elephant seal Lolcat. First of all, NO, I have no idea why it's so funny. It just tends to send me into hysterics and at work we get very giggly around three or four in the morning and I start saying things like "I has a chair. Nooo they be stealing my chair!" and for some reason it is hilarious. I think it might be the caffeine and the whole mid shift thing.

Anyway, point of that is that sometimes I want to make a Lolcat-type thing with the Doctor and Rose hugging on one side and Pete grabbing her from the end of Doomsday on the other side. It would of course say "I has a companion! Nooo they be stealing my companion!"

Meh, the market for that humor might be a little small.

( Partners in Crime )( Skip tl;dr and go straight to That Stuff. )

I really want to go to bed, but I have to stay up all day to switch back to the day schedule for a couple days for a class, then try to switch back to mids for regular work again. Urg.

Also, a mix CD of Billie Piper after 12 hours of work is amazingly cheerful and adds a boost of happy to leaving work. Also, additional happy from breaking all my co-workers' brains with it, especially when they won't. Shut-up. About. World of Warcraft. All my co-workers are males, by the way.

I am: exhausted

[bounces impatiently]

Where's Doctor Who? You'd think a file of the episode would have been stuck up on a torrent by now.

[bounces more impatiently]

...

C'mon! I have to go to work soon and I wanted to have the download done when I got home tomorrow so I could watch it before I crashed the hell out. Don't let me down, crazy/wonderful/nerdy/enthusiastic fandom.

ETA: mininova for the win!

I am: bouncy

( music is life )

I am: contemplative

So over the last couple weeks I've been reading the building wankstorm of:

ZOMG RADICAL FEMINIST YO! vs. Feminism is good, but chill out vs. holy fuck, calm down, you crazy people

It's been kind of amusing, so naturally I have things to say. Also, I may or may not have just made a comment in one of the debates. So here's my obligatory entry.

( Radical feminists? So losing this battle. )

Strangely enough, this has made me curl up into a little het-defensive ball on the floor. The kind that screams "LEAVE MY DOCTOR/ROSE SQUEE ALONE!!!"

I know they're my OTP, but this is vaguely embarassing. And also mildly confusing, as slash is the target and not het.

...

Wait, so you're saying any attack on any radical-feminist-approved-sexuality is an attack on my sexuality? Well, SHIT!

Also, I think this undermines me from the start, but I'm giving in to the temptation here and now to call these radical feminists cheesy stupidheads that like to eat their own farts. I feel this is the level upon which they've engaged me, so I welcome their return volley.

ETA:
To break slash down for the people that dun ge't:
1 penis + 1 penis = 2 much fun!

ya fun!

EETA:

BUNNY IS WIN!

I am: contemplative

So here's St. Patty's day and me, the semi-alcoholic, does not have a drink in her hand? I should fix that.

( Beer. And it's German. )

And that's my love affair with alcohol.

I have somehow started work on two fanmixes and am contemplating signing up for what could be the last Multiverse Crossover Challenge. Plus this is entry three in less than a week? Oh yeah, I'm so totally back...and LJ promptly explodes from too much SUP.

I am: cheerful

[cringes] Why did I have to find the fangirly squee of "OMG BILLIEEEEEEE AND DAAAAAAAAVID!!!!!!11!!1" And I spotted an icon I made two years ago. Funny thing is that I know there are reasonable people hiding in T&C somewhere...

[backs out of the fandom slowly]

...

So, I hear this "Dexter" thing is pretty awesome.

I am: disappointed

Went to the Caribbean for a week on a cruise. That was nice. Didn't start hanging out with the cool people (read: the crew) till the last night there. Damn. Met a very nice stowaway, brother of one of the waitresses. I say "very nice" because I convinced him to talk to me for two hours just because he had the most adorable Scottish accent. Also, we were both drinking heavily and had the most delightful conversations about politics. Hearing Bush cussed out by a drunken Scottish guy is hilarious.

Anyway, HELLO!

I made the mistake of actually reading my flist today, for there was who_daily with the usual, except I haven't been online regularly in forever and have now read spoilers.

( Well, shit. )

I am: bouncy

Torchwood is going to kill me.

( Spoilers? )

I am: sore

I am getting seriously excited about the new Star Trek movie.

I just wanted to share that. And I might have to change this icon.

( Cut for rambling and spoilers. )

[sporfles]

Brokeback to the Future. I love it. Unhealthy amounts of love. YouTube is the best thing on the internet.

Except for porn.

I am: giggly

I...wrote something. [is surprised] It's a rather stupid Whofic, but it's deeper than what I've been doing lately. Satellites are cool, yo, but they're not exactly for the literary-inclined. Maybe if I write more it'll make me come back to the fantastic and wide world of The Intarweb.

Title: Come Out of the Shade
Author: duck
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Uh, Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose if you really wanna read it that way.
Author Notes: Named for the Perishers song of the same name. Cause yeah, it might be something that felt a lot like but wasn’t love. Un-betaed because I haven’t written anything in such a long time that it’s really just me stretching my fingers over a keyboard. Oh yeah, duck your head, as there are a lot of Very Unneccessary Capital Letters.

( Come Out of the Shade )

I am: surprised

Five and Ten? At the same time? That deserves a "ZOMG!!!!!!!!!11"



...



Okay, I'm better now. Er, actually, I don't think I've ever used the term "ZOMG" before. Goodness me, I hope it's not contagious.

I was sitting around reading the paper and contemplating doing some work when I realized that I was very with angry with the world at the moment and had been for a while. At the end of writing this I realized I should put it somewhere where it would be appropriate, like LJ! I know I haven’t been around since April when I said I was back and then it turned out I wasn’t really. But I had no where else to go with this and I don’t care if no one reads it. I know it’s here and it has definitely helped me vent some frustration.

( HOMOSEXUALITY IS A CHOICE!! )

I am: exhausted

Look out, intarweb. I'm back.

Damn. I've been off the internet for six months. Six months! I say this in the manner of Jeremy Piven in Grosse Pointe Blank while he's stoned and telling John Cusak he's been gone for ten years. "Siiiiix MONTHS, man!"

And the great part is the answer is the same. I freaked out, joined the Army, and that's been my life. No professional killer in my future, but I am fully qualified on the M16-A2 rifle, have tossed a couple live grenades, and fired a whole metric shitload of other death-dealing weapons.

And also I'm a nerd learning about satellites. Mostly I'm here for the satellites. Here's the deal: I'm stuck at Ft. Gordon in hot-as-balls Georgia. I could be here till November or I could be here till May. If I leave in November I'm headed down to Ft. Stewart a couple hours away to join the Third Infantry Division. I'll probably get deployed to Iraq in early next year. If I'm here till May it means I'm doing a whole bunch of extra school to become a satellite controller, which is a job with non-deployable status. There are five places a controller can go, and one of those is Ft. Meade, Maryland. I'd probably end up with Okinawa or Germany though.

I never get to use the computer, but I should have regular access (and a laptop) in November either way. So, uh, I miss you all and I'll be back relatively soon.

So yeah, what's today?

Here's the rundown on AIT: it blows for computer time. I'm not allowed a personal computer at all and I'm probably going to be here till next year. Plus computer time at the rec center? $7.00 an hour. Why? Because they have this totally hot LAN set-up called MPOG. It kicks ass for doing things like playing Battlefield 2 and Unreal Tournament 2004, but internet surfing? Not so much. That means you'll not be seeing too much of me for the next...oh...ever. [sigh] And doing my usual things? Definitely not so much since the Army watches everything here. So don't say anything too bad to me.

Anyone want to send me the Doctor Who episodes I've missed? Downloading is out for obvious reasons, and I should be allowed a DVD player in a couple weeks. I'm almost ready to promise sexual favors, Army watching what I say or not. Friends-only entry coming up with my address in case you want to brighten my day with some snail mail.

Also, I want my Photoshop back. God, do I miss you guys.

Heeeeey. Look who's graduating from Basic Training tomorrow! I don't have much time -- today's Family Day so I'm on my mom's laptop in her hotel room on post -- but I just wanted to say hi to everyone. I've missed you guys like whoa. I've done very well here (it seems I was born for the military or something). I'm even the Soldier of the Cycle, which means I'm supposed to be the best soldier in my company or something. I get an award out in front of everyone at graduation tomorrow. That's going to be fun, only not.

I'm off for AIT (Advanced Individual Training) on Saturday, and supposedly after the first couple weeks I'll get things like computer time and my iPod and cell phone. Here's to hoping I do, since they added about two months of training time onto my original commitment. Apparently I'll be there for five or six months. Who knows. I'm ready to be sent to Iraq is all I know. Nine weeks of hauling an M16 everywhere you go is enough to give anyone an itchy trigger finger.

If I have time later I'll make a detailed friends-only report on BCT, since I know everyone's just dying to know how to turn into a stone cold combat killer. Love you all!

(Also, I must know what I've missed in the Doctor Who world. New episodes? How successful is it in America? I've been away from the world for two and a half months. GIVE IT TO ME, PEOPLE!! And yes, I realize David Tennant's birthday was two days ago.)