Speculation is flying thick and fast. There's the rumor that only half of Ten will regenerate and he'll be stuck looking like a Siamese twin for the next little while. There's the rather ridiculous ideas of him turning into Donna and her getting accidentally killed by Daleks because they can't tell the difference...we have the same problem with Daleks.
Every male actor from the UK is being offered up as Number 11. That includes Bill Nighy (Davy Jones in Pirates of the Caribbean), Simon Pegg (The blonde guy in Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz,) Richard Armitage (Guy of Gisborne in Robin Hood series,) John Simm (He played the Master last year,) Michael Gambon (New Dumbledore since Richard Harris died)...and some I've never even heard of. Somebody named Robert Carlisle is a particular favorite of the press (and the bookies, too,) but apparently not of the fans, if the running commentary going on beneath the articles is any indication of where things are going.
There's wild rumor growing. Utter confusion reigns. RTD appeared on Confidential and happened to list three movies that apparently had some sort of quantum relation to each other and it was immediately turned into A CLUE. I even got in on the fun a bit, watching David Tennant's eyebrows for any sort of hint or sign that Ten was going to live through all of this...
And don't even get me started on the Osterhagen key. If Donna turns into the Rani and the key winds up being the Destroyer of the Dalek mothership that we should have blown up all along...AUGH.
But for all those ninnies who haven't figured out that Ten is going to live through this episode and the next 4 specials, go look on Youtube and type in 'journey's end spoilers'." HELLO. There we are. Pictures of Ten standing on a beach with what appeared to be Rose, Jackie, and Donna. Since we've yet to see Jackie and we've yet to see a beach this season, TEN IS FINE.
I gotta say, it would be a massive ruse going back to last September if he was really going to die. That's when the BBC reported he'd be around for those 4 specials next year. That's a long time to stretch a lie.
What do I think happened? The Doctor was supposed to have one of his regenerations go bad at some point between his 11th and 12th regenerations. What if RTD decided it'd be okay to use that prophecy a body earlier? Wouldn't be a big stretch. Also, that hand was glowing again...
My other question: 5 and 7 showed up for Confidential. Why? I know 4's a recluse, 6 got fired, 8 might show up, and 9, well, Lord knows where he is, but why were those two specifically there? Could it only be because they were the ones who dealt with Davros in the past and they still couldn't get 4 out of hiding?
And guess what? I won't get to see this finale until Sunday night, since my parents computer is for all intents and purposes, dead. So I get to speculate and thrash around in suffering until Thursday and then I get cut off.
What's the betting I'll be pushing Dad out of the house at 5 AM on Sunday?
As for this body that I reside in, everything's really good. Terrifyingly good. I'm completely off prednisone and have been for about a week now, and since the weather's been good I haven't had too many problems. I do notice I have less stamina than I used to when on the pills. I am a little achy in the mornings. But considering how bad it was the last time I was in this position I think I prefer it.
This isn't good when it comes to the doctor, though. I want to look sick and I don't. I feel pretty damn good-not something I want to feel in front of him. So I'm torn between being gleeful that I feel good, being terrified that it's going to fall apart any second, and feeling guilty because I feel good.
I told Kris I'm going to stop reading those ridiculous columns of wild speculation because nobody is going to talk this week and give the game away, so we might as well settle down and wait this out. But it's going to be a very long week for all of us...and 24 hours more for me than for anyone else, and that sucks.
Ta,
Bec
30.6.08
28.6.08
Oh, HELL, No...
Yeah, this particular blog entry is going to be full of me complaining that I don't have a time machine. I want one. Right flipping now.
I am probably also among the hordes who want to do something alien and painful to RTD for torturing us the way he did. Just because he's leaving the Whoniverse doesn't mean he gets to muck with our brains like this. It's nasty.
If you haven't seen Stolen Earth, I warn you not to read this entry.
The Earth moved in this episode. It's migrated, along with all the other planets that went missing. They got yanked through the Medusa Cascade (which is a second off the rest of the universe and the Doctor closed it when he was a "young man of 90".)
So, Donna and the Doctor can't get through for most of the episode. They do visit the Shadow Proclamation, Doctor gets to speak a bit of Judoon, and then gets put in as General of the War of the Universe (let's say he declines the offer by running away, very much like 5 did when made President of Gallifrey.)
There is still something on Donna's back and apparently she's about to lose someone. Oh, please don't kill Wilf...
That leaves room for all the other companions to get some screen time. It was well-balanced. Harriet brought everyone closer together. Rose met Donna's grandpa and her mother. Donna met everyone via videoscreen in the TARDIS. Jack did a bit of flirting with Sarah-Jane, and Rose and him met up again...get to that in a second. Harriet Jones died trying to get a message to the Doctor.
The Daleks prove themselves again to be malevolent bastards. They moved the planet, they're on Earth, and man, are they grumpy little tots. Red Dalek didn't do a damn thing that I could see (maybe next episode he'll get more to do.) Davros has been giving his own skin to build the Daleks again. Caan apparently went into the Time War, which is time-locked, to get Davros out. He's now psycho and laughing uncontrollably, which sounds really, really creepy when it's coming out in that twisted little Dalek voice...
Right. Reunions never go as planned on this show. Ever. If you've read this far you've probably seen what happened. The Doctor finally, finally after all these years sees Rose...and in the midst of running towards her is shot in the back by a Dalek.
Jack, Rose, and Donna all heft his skinny dying butt into the TARDIS, where Jack pulls Rose away and the Doctor starts to regenerate and does the exploding regeneration light show right smack in the same spot as where the Master did it last year.
I can say with certainty: Ten can't die here. David Tennant, even if he doesn't take the large heft of pounds being offered his way, still has one more episode, possibly the charity clip, and the Christmas special (he's been SEEN filming the Christmas special and he knows what's in it.)
Here's all the reasons, listed beautifully. Logical, straight, lovely arguments that make SENSE...
Reasons why Ten can't die:
David Tennant's in the Christmas Special. People have seen him filming it, and he himself confirmed that the Cybermen were in it.
The Beeb just offered him a megacontract to stay on in 2010, and he most certainly couldn't do that if Ten was dead.
Ten's death would create a paradox, as he has yet to meet River Song for the first time (at least on her side of things,) and since she recognized his face immediately that means Ten cannot regenerate into someone else. Not yet.
There are pictures online of David Tennant in some scenes that haven't been seen yet, so we can rightly assume that Ten is still alive and kicking Daleks in the eyestalk for fun.
SO, FOR the first and last time, TEN IS NOT DEAD. Nuh-uh. No way. They wouldn't be asking David Tennant back if he'd regenerated into 11.
So whatever that regeneration was, it wasn't Ten dying. Nope. Nope. Nope. But it still makes me wonder what happened...
Jackie and Mickey must show up next week because we didn't see them here yet.
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Yes, the bees and planets are all interconnected to the disappearing stuff. The Daleks have been yanking stuff from everywhere to do whatever the hell they're doing.
I believe the Doctor's song just ended abruptly but we'll find out next week on that little detail.
No details on Rose's family-she was busy shooting at thieves and cradling a dying Doctor.
Not much on the Time War-must be coming next week.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
Somebody is gonna die. In a spoiler-filled news report that I didn't read anything of except the headline, which read that the Doctor Who heroes would be crying. Who was crying, what they were crying about, or when this sobfest would occur I didn't find out.
Well, they cried over the Doctor big-time, but Donna's going to lose someone important and since it can't be him it's got to be her mum (I never really liked her anyway).
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
The Shadow Proclamation is apparently a bunch of Judoon, a couple of pale women with freaky looking eyes, and they apparently can declare a war throughout the entire universe and put the Doctor in charge. It was fun to watch him run for his life...
So:
Gallifrey restored? Or will the Doctor be forced into a decision between Earth existing or Gallifrey restored? (nasty decision) (Nothing yet)
Who dies? Rose? Donna? Jackie? Mickey? (Nothing yet)
Apparently the Doctor's little rebel group gets caught at some point because they've talked about standing in front of the Daleks already. (not yet. Half of them are in the TARDIS right now. Sarah-Jane is facing down two of them. Martha's doing something. Jack and Rose and Donna are watching the Doctor die.)
What is the Shadow Proclamation? (Bunch of women with a war complex)
What happened to Eight that made him Nine? (No idea)
Time War? Will we get a full story on what happened? (Not yet)
Earth gets moved. Why and are they going to move it back? (Well, the Daleks moved it and it's safe to assume it will get moved back to where it used to be when the Daleks get zapped. Right now that looks pretty bleak.)
What and when was the Medusa Cascade? (Big rift in time and space that the Doctor closed when he was 90)
What is so deadly about the Red Dalek? (Nothing much. His voice is deeper and he's prettier, and he gives orders.)
Does Rose have superpowers? Is Bad Wolf about to rise again? (Nothing on this front yet.)
Has the Doctor's song ended already or are we still waiting on that bit? (Ooh, he might be in the middle of the song cutting out, since we left him in the process of dying again).
Nothing else happened today. I won't get to see this until SUNDAY of next week. I don't think I will survive.
Ta,
Bec
I am probably also among the hordes who want to do something alien and painful to RTD for torturing us the way he did. Just because he's leaving the Whoniverse doesn't mean he gets to muck with our brains like this. It's nasty.
If you haven't seen Stolen Earth, I warn you not to read this entry.
The Earth moved in this episode. It's migrated, along with all the other planets that went missing. They got yanked through the Medusa Cascade (which is a second off the rest of the universe and the Doctor closed it when he was a "young man of 90".)
So, Donna and the Doctor can't get through for most of the episode. They do visit the Shadow Proclamation, Doctor gets to speak a bit of Judoon, and then gets put in as General of the War of the Universe (let's say he declines the offer by running away, very much like 5 did when made President of Gallifrey.)
There is still something on Donna's back and apparently she's about to lose someone. Oh, please don't kill Wilf...
That leaves room for all the other companions to get some screen time. It was well-balanced. Harriet brought everyone closer together. Rose met Donna's grandpa and her mother. Donna met everyone via videoscreen in the TARDIS. Jack did a bit of flirting with Sarah-Jane, and Rose and him met up again...get to that in a second. Harriet Jones died trying to get a message to the Doctor.
The Daleks prove themselves again to be malevolent bastards. They moved the planet, they're on Earth, and man, are they grumpy little tots. Red Dalek didn't do a damn thing that I could see (maybe next episode he'll get more to do.) Davros has been giving his own skin to build the Daleks again. Caan apparently went into the Time War, which is time-locked, to get Davros out. He's now psycho and laughing uncontrollably, which sounds really, really creepy when it's coming out in that twisted little Dalek voice...
Right. Reunions never go as planned on this show. Ever. If you've read this far you've probably seen what happened. The Doctor finally, finally after all these years sees Rose...and in the midst of running towards her is shot in the back by a Dalek.
Jack, Rose, and Donna all heft his skinny dying butt into the TARDIS, where Jack pulls Rose away and the Doctor starts to regenerate and does the exploding regeneration light show right smack in the same spot as where the Master did it last year.
I can say with certainty: Ten can't die here. David Tennant, even if he doesn't take the large heft of pounds being offered his way, still has one more episode, possibly the charity clip, and the Christmas special (he's been SEEN filming the Christmas special and he knows what's in it.)
Here's all the reasons, listed beautifully. Logical, straight, lovely arguments that make SENSE...
Reasons why Ten can't die:
David Tennant's in the Christmas Special. People have seen him filming it, and he himself confirmed that the Cybermen were in it.
The Beeb just offered him a megacontract to stay on in 2010, and he most certainly couldn't do that if Ten was dead.
Ten's death would create a paradox, as he has yet to meet River Song for the first time (at least on her side of things,) and since she recognized his face immediately that means Ten cannot regenerate into someone else. Not yet.
There are pictures online of David Tennant in some scenes that haven't been seen yet, so we can rightly assume that Ten is still alive and kicking Daleks in the eyestalk for fun.
SO, FOR the first and last time, TEN IS NOT DEAD. Nuh-uh. No way. They wouldn't be asking David Tennant back if he'd regenerated into 11.
So whatever that regeneration was, it wasn't Ten dying. Nope. Nope. Nope. But it still makes me wonder what happened...
Jackie and Mickey must show up next week because we didn't see them here yet.
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Yes, the bees and planets are all interconnected to the disappearing stuff. The Daleks have been yanking stuff from everywhere to do whatever the hell they're doing.
I believe the Doctor's song just ended abruptly but we'll find out next week on that little detail.
No details on Rose's family-she was busy shooting at thieves and cradling a dying Doctor.
Not much on the Time War-must be coming next week.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
Somebody is gonna die. In a spoiler-filled news report that I didn't read anything of except the headline, which read that the Doctor Who heroes would be crying. Who was crying, what they were crying about, or when this sobfest would occur I didn't find out.
Well, they cried over the Doctor big-time, but Donna's going to lose someone important and since it can't be him it's got to be her mum (I never really liked her anyway).
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
The Shadow Proclamation is apparently a bunch of Judoon, a couple of pale women with freaky looking eyes, and they apparently can declare a war throughout the entire universe and put the Doctor in charge. It was fun to watch him run for his life...
So:
Gallifrey restored? Or will the Doctor be forced into a decision between Earth existing or Gallifrey restored? (nasty decision) (Nothing yet)
Who dies? Rose? Donna? Jackie? Mickey? (Nothing yet)
Apparently the Doctor's little rebel group gets caught at some point because they've talked about standing in front of the Daleks already. (not yet. Half of them are in the TARDIS right now. Sarah-Jane is facing down two of them. Martha's doing something. Jack and Rose and Donna are watching the Doctor die.)
What is the Shadow Proclamation? (Bunch of women with a war complex)
What happened to Eight that made him Nine? (No idea)
Time War? Will we get a full story on what happened? (Not yet)
Earth gets moved. Why and are they going to move it back? (Well, the Daleks moved it and it's safe to assume it will get moved back to where it used to be when the Daleks get zapped. Right now that looks pretty bleak.)
What and when was the Medusa Cascade? (Big rift in time and space that the Doctor closed when he was 90)
What is so deadly about the Red Dalek? (Nothing much. His voice is deeper and he's prettier, and he gives orders.)
Does Rose have superpowers? Is Bad Wolf about to rise again? (Nothing on this front yet.)
Has the Doctor's song ended already or are we still waiting on that bit? (Ooh, he might be in the middle of the song cutting out, since we left him in the process of dying again).
Nothing else happened today. I won't get to see this until SUNDAY of next week. I don't think I will survive.
Ta,
Bec
27.6.08
Got Stuff Done Today
I got my homework done today, and I thought I was all the way through it all...only to find out I have more to do tomorrow. I also got some other major errands completed so I think tomorrow the only thing I have to do is that other homework.
Been sore today; it finally rained tonight so I feel a bit better.
I didn't get anything done on Prince Within today, as I was unable to think of anything really good to write down. Tomorrow I'll set myself down for an hour and really let my imagination run wild.
For tonight, I am happily watching David Tennant go psycho because he's figured out how to rescue River. Love that scene...
Tomorrow is the beginning of the end of season 4. Yikes. Notes from last week will be posted at the bottom of this entry.
Kris is fixing my DVD creating software because the stuff I had wasn't working for what I needed. He's particularly good at tricking the computer into doing what he wants, whereas I get hung up on little system flaws and problems.
That's about it for me. Let's get to the fun, shall we?
Ta,
Bec
The TARDIS is all red inside again like it was last year. A paradox created? Where and how and who's going to have to pay for it? And the Cloister bell was going off. These, people, are NOT good things. They mean trouble. They mean war. They mean his TARDIS is probably going to light on fire from all the bad things (in fact it will.)
But the Doctor's still alive (although technically he never died because the mistake in time was reversed,) so I don't know where he goes off to next episode. It looks like EVERYONE is coming in from ALL the spinoffs...aren't things going to be crowded? Let's see:
Gwen
Ianto
Jack
Sarah-Jane
Luke, SJ's adopted son
Donna
Rose
Jackie Tyler
Mickey
Jake?
Pete?
Martha
Geez.
It appears the Daleks have invaded Earth, presumably under the orders of the Red Dalek and Davros. I caught a glimpse of Gwen and Ianto shooting and shooting at the damned things, plus the full-scale invasion fleet of a size that we haven't seen since Season 1's end.
Will the Doctor and Rose be reunited? She seemed to know a hell of a lot about a hell of a lot, so Rose has either been time-traveling without the Doctor or she's got something to hide (I betcha she has special powers...)
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this? (Donna's mum seemed to think so)
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again in episode 10 when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, it's important and I still don't know why...
Gallifrey, at least the version that the Doctor knew, was destroyed. Kapoofka. There's not much here that we know; it's a painful subject for the Doctor seeing as he's the one who's responsible for it burning. The Daleks had taken the Cruciform; the Time Lords were losing the battle. The only solution was to have the Doctor roast Gallifrey, committing what appeared to be mass genocide of both Daleks and Time Lords. Nothing remained except the Doctor.
We don't know what happened to the Eighth Doctor-we only know that Nine appears in London in "Rose" but we don't know what happened to the previous guy. Nine does look in a mirror at one point and grump about his ears as if he hasn't seen them before, but we have no clue how long the Doctor has been in that particular body.
People have assumed (probably quite accurately) that Eight was the one who went into the battle between the Daleks and the Time Lords. He must have had to be close to push the button, so it's fair to assume he got hurt pretty badly trying to get out of there (or maybe he wasn't trying and the TARDIS yanked him out.) I can see the Doctor wanting to go down with Gallifrey, especially since Eight was such a drama queen; he must have barely escaped the destruction alive. He probably is still marveling (sometimes) that he is alive, probably still wondering why he is. Besides, who wants to survive when you're the one who blew everyone else up? Who wants to live with being the killer of his own kind?
Or something at the time might have saved him, knowing he still had so much to do...Rose? Donna? Medusa Cascade? Shadow Proclamation?
Eight must have been wounded enough, along with his TARDIS, to regenerate into Nine and the current TARDIS configuration (I assume that since Eight was mortally wounded the TARDIS was damaged a bit in the fight as well. Would explain the change of the "desktop theme.") Still no idea how much time passed after that regeneration but it must not have been long for him. Or he just hadn't been able to look at himself in a mirror due to the terrible guilt in his hearts.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
Somebody is gonna die. In a spoiler-filled news report that I didn't read anything of except the headline, which read that the Doctor Who heroes would be crying. Who was crying, what they were crying about, or when this sobfest would occur I didn't find out.
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
4. Shadow Proclamation: The Doctor's invoked this more than once to try and get alien species to behave themselves, starting with the first episode and I really don't remember when he last referred to it, but it was definitely this year (Partners in Crime?) We're going to see the Shadow Proclamation, whether it be a bunch of bureaucrats or a piece of paper.
So:
Gallifrey restored? Or will the Doctor be forced into a decision between Earth existing or Gallifrey restored? (nasty decision)
Who dies? Rose? Donna? Jackie? Mickey?
Apparently the Doctor's little rebel group gets caught at some point because they've talked about standing in front of the Daleks already.
What is the Shadow Proclamation?
What happened to Eight that made him Nine?
Time War? Will we get a full story on what happened?
Earth gets moved. Why and are they going to move it back?
What and when was the Medusa Cascade?
What is so deadly about the Red Dalek?
Does Rose have superpowers? Is Bad Wolf about to rise again?
Has the Doctor's song ended already or are we still waiting on that bit?
Been sore today; it finally rained tonight so I feel a bit better.
I didn't get anything done on Prince Within today, as I was unable to think of anything really good to write down. Tomorrow I'll set myself down for an hour and really let my imagination run wild.
For tonight, I am happily watching David Tennant go psycho because he's figured out how to rescue River. Love that scene...
Tomorrow is the beginning of the end of season 4. Yikes. Notes from last week will be posted at the bottom of this entry.
Kris is fixing my DVD creating software because the stuff I had wasn't working for what I needed. He's particularly good at tricking the computer into doing what he wants, whereas I get hung up on little system flaws and problems.
That's about it for me. Let's get to the fun, shall we?
Ta,
Bec
The TARDIS is all red inside again like it was last year. A paradox created? Where and how and who's going to have to pay for it? And the Cloister bell was going off. These, people, are NOT good things. They mean trouble. They mean war. They mean his TARDIS is probably going to light on fire from all the bad things (in fact it will.)
But the Doctor's still alive (although technically he never died because the mistake in time was reversed,) so I don't know where he goes off to next episode. It looks like EVERYONE is coming in from ALL the spinoffs...aren't things going to be crowded? Let's see:
Gwen
Ianto
Jack
Sarah-Jane
Luke, SJ's adopted son
Donna
Rose
Jackie Tyler
Mickey
Jake?
Pete?
Martha
Geez.
It appears the Daleks have invaded Earth, presumably under the orders of the Red Dalek and Davros. I caught a glimpse of Gwen and Ianto shooting and shooting at the damned things, plus the full-scale invasion fleet of a size that we haven't seen since Season 1's end.
Will the Doctor and Rose be reunited? She seemed to know a hell of a lot about a hell of a lot, so Rose has either been time-traveling without the Doctor or she's got something to hide (I betcha she has special powers...)
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this? (Donna's mum seemed to think so)
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again in episode 10 when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, it's important and I still don't know why...
Gallifrey, at least the version that the Doctor knew, was destroyed. Kapoofka. There's not much here that we know; it's a painful subject for the Doctor seeing as he's the one who's responsible for it burning. The Daleks had taken the Cruciform; the Time Lords were losing the battle. The only solution was to have the Doctor roast Gallifrey, committing what appeared to be mass genocide of both Daleks and Time Lords. Nothing remained except the Doctor.
We don't know what happened to the Eighth Doctor-we only know that Nine appears in London in "Rose" but we don't know what happened to the previous guy. Nine does look in a mirror at one point and grump about his ears as if he hasn't seen them before, but we have no clue how long the Doctor has been in that particular body.
People have assumed (probably quite accurately) that Eight was the one who went into the battle between the Daleks and the Time Lords. He must have had to be close to push the button, so it's fair to assume he got hurt pretty badly trying to get out of there (or maybe he wasn't trying and the TARDIS yanked him out.) I can see the Doctor wanting to go down with Gallifrey, especially since Eight was such a drama queen; he must have barely escaped the destruction alive. He probably is still marveling (sometimes) that he is alive, probably still wondering why he is. Besides, who wants to survive when you're the one who blew everyone else up? Who wants to live with being the killer of his own kind?
Or something at the time might have saved him, knowing he still had so much to do...Rose? Donna? Medusa Cascade? Shadow Proclamation?
Eight must have been wounded enough, along with his TARDIS, to regenerate into Nine and the current TARDIS configuration (I assume that since Eight was mortally wounded the TARDIS was damaged a bit in the fight as well. Would explain the change of the "desktop theme.") Still no idea how much time passed after that regeneration but it must not have been long for him. Or he just hadn't been able to look at himself in a mirror due to the terrible guilt in his hearts.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
Somebody is gonna die. In a spoiler-filled news report that I didn't read anything of except the headline, which read that the Doctor Who heroes would be crying. Who was crying, what they were crying about, or when this sobfest would occur I didn't find out.
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
4. Shadow Proclamation: The Doctor's invoked this more than once to try and get alien species to behave themselves, starting with the first episode and I really don't remember when he last referred to it, but it was definitely this year (Partners in Crime?) We're going to see the Shadow Proclamation, whether it be a bunch of bureaucrats or a piece of paper.
So:
Gallifrey restored? Or will the Doctor be forced into a decision between Earth existing or Gallifrey restored? (nasty decision)
Who dies? Rose? Donna? Jackie? Mickey?
Apparently the Doctor's little rebel group gets caught at some point because they've talked about standing in front of the Daleks already.
What is the Shadow Proclamation?
What happened to Eight that made him Nine?
Time War? Will we get a full story on what happened?
Earth gets moved. Why and are they going to move it back?
What and when was the Medusa Cascade?
What is so deadly about the Red Dalek?
Does Rose have superpowers? Is Bad Wolf about to rise again?
Has the Doctor's song ended already or are we still waiting on that bit?
26.6.08
I Wish It Would Just Rain Already
Okay, already. Two days of almost constant aches. I get the point. Let's get someone to shoot the clouds and make them rain, darn it.
My right shoulder is complaining tonight, for whatever reason. It feels like being screamy, I guess.
Got some real work done today on Prince Within. Decided to lay off part 2 for a bit and work on part 1. Thought my notes for that section were at home (separated the sections because there are a lot of notes) but I found them five minutes later buried in a folder where they shouldn't have been. Whoops.
Anyway, after searching through that pile of papers I didn't find that much that was useful to me. Couple lines of text that I can edit and make useful. The notes for part 1 are probably three or four years old, meaning I wrote them when I was 18 or 19, for some of them even earlier.
I have to rewrite the whole first section from scratch. Lost my computer file for it when my first desktop computer died the first time, and at the time I was a little chuffed about it, but was working on part two at the time.
Now I realize that losing that file was actually a very good thing. I have a printed copy of the file that was lost (thoroughly marked and edited) and since I haven't worked on it since I was 17 or 18, the thing would have to undergo a thorough revamp. Even if I'd had that file, I probably would have had to rewrite it anyway. I've definitely improved in my writing since I was that age.
I've decided to ignore the 8 different timelines I wrote for this part (every time I got a different idea I wrote a new timeline.) I'm going to start fresh, work my way through it bit by bit. There's a lot to do here; I can do so much. I just have to stick with it.
I did something I haven't done in a while with part 2 today. I was trying to write a scene in a manor house. I don't have a map of this particular house and I had to try and visualize what I needed to see to write the scene. So I shut my door, closed my eyes, and tried to see the room as I saw it in my mind's eye. I had to pretend it was there; imagine the walls and the shelves and where the window was...
The last time I did this, I was trying to see a prison cell and I actually laid down on the floor and paced around, trying to figure out how big the cell had to be.
I may sound nuts, but it does help when you're trying to write something and can view things in your mind like a movie set piece. I could see the stone floor, see the window, see the bottles on the walls. It helped me to write down what I saw so much.
Very tired now, and my shoulder's hurting worse from typing.
Ta,
Bec
My right shoulder is complaining tonight, for whatever reason. It feels like being screamy, I guess.
Got some real work done today on Prince Within. Decided to lay off part 2 for a bit and work on part 1. Thought my notes for that section were at home (separated the sections because there are a lot of notes) but I found them five minutes later buried in a folder where they shouldn't have been. Whoops.
Anyway, after searching through that pile of papers I didn't find that much that was useful to me. Couple lines of text that I can edit and make useful. The notes for part 1 are probably three or four years old, meaning I wrote them when I was 18 or 19, for some of them even earlier.
I have to rewrite the whole first section from scratch. Lost my computer file for it when my first desktop computer died the first time, and at the time I was a little chuffed about it, but was working on part two at the time.
Now I realize that losing that file was actually a very good thing. I have a printed copy of the file that was lost (thoroughly marked and edited) and since I haven't worked on it since I was 17 or 18, the thing would have to undergo a thorough revamp. Even if I'd had that file, I probably would have had to rewrite it anyway. I've definitely improved in my writing since I was that age.
I've decided to ignore the 8 different timelines I wrote for this part (every time I got a different idea I wrote a new timeline.) I'm going to start fresh, work my way through it bit by bit. There's a lot to do here; I can do so much. I just have to stick with it.
I did something I haven't done in a while with part 2 today. I was trying to write a scene in a manor house. I don't have a map of this particular house and I had to try and visualize what I needed to see to write the scene. So I shut my door, closed my eyes, and tried to see the room as I saw it in my mind's eye. I had to pretend it was there; imagine the walls and the shelves and where the window was...
The last time I did this, I was trying to see a prison cell and I actually laid down on the floor and paced around, trying to figure out how big the cell had to be.
I may sound nuts, but it does help when you're trying to write something and can view things in your mind like a movie set piece. I could see the stone floor, see the window, see the bottles on the walls. It helped me to write down what I saw so much.
Very tired now, and my shoulder's hurting worse from typing.
Ta,
Bec
25.6.08
Now Starts the Trouble...
When I woke up this morning, it was plainly evident to me that something wasn't right. Whereas I woke up yesterday feeling rather spry, today I felt like I'd been hit by a couple skiers, a sumo wrestler, a forklift, and maybe a couple of birds.
In other words, today was the day when coming off that prednisone started not only to look like a bad idea, but it started to feel like one, too.
It could have something to do with the forecast, which says we're supposed to get smacked with a thunderstorm at some point in the near future. Without the prednisone, I am now at the mercy of the weather.
I have to live like this for two weeks now. The doctor has gone on vacation next week, so this means I will be swallowing a lot of ibuprofen in the next little while.
So, every little sneeze, cough, and twitch of the weather in the next little while is going to set my internal alarms off. Everything depends now on what the atmosphere decides to do now. Let's hope to hell it'll be sunny for the next two weeks (fat chance.)
Oh, I did get a review on Writing.com for that story I posted (link to follow) and it was from some person who apparently considered themselves an expert on dragons. They were furious that I had peasants going after a dragon, attempting to kill it. Here's the real review below, and I apologize ahead of time for my blatant rudeness.
LINK TO STORY: http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1442960>
While this was well written, the story itself seemed totally improbable.
NOTE FROM ME: Wizards and dragons and you're calling this improbable?
You have a LARGE dragon, that breathes fire, and is covered in armored scales, and flies, and the sorecerer is on the dragon's side.
Soooooo what is such a creature going to fear from any number of peasants? And if it felt somehow threatened from peasants, it could simply fly away.
NOTE FROM ME: It could, but what if this is the dragon's territory and it doesn't want to fly away? Maybe she has a nest nearby.
And I think the dragon has every right to fear the peasants as peasants in past stories have usually been the ones to kill off the dragon, at least in the stories I read.
If this were "real life" such a creature would be an omnipotent 'god' that could exterminate all of mankind on a whim if it wished. This is why dragons in real medieval dragonslaying art are seldom larger than a goat. Why? People back then had enough sense to know that no man or even saint could kill a dragon much larger than that. In fact, medieval people were terrified that the enormous Seraph-dragons would be released from heaven to devour the wicked on judgement day, as sculpted on most medieval churches. They certainly didn't believe dragons were extinct, they dreaded the day they would be released by God to punish the wicked.
NOTE FROM ME: This particular dragon was just described as large. I never said how big large was. Large could be the size of a cottage. Large could be the size of a terrier.
This dragon also wanted nothing more than to live in peace and quiet, to eat its fill when it wanted and where it wanted without being oppressed. Any being deserves that sort of respect.
So good old St. George killed a goat-sized dragon? Why, then are most dragons so damn big in the stories?
And by the way, this story wasn't set on Earth (though I didn't really say that, but whatever) so medieval means something entirely different to these people.
The idea of a bunch of peasants off to slay a large fire breathing, scale-covered, flying dragon is completely ludicrous, as is virtually every dragonslayer story, if one simply looks at the capabilities of such a creature in a realistic, intelligent manner.
NOTE FROM ME: Have you ever noticed how many peasants were in that mob? No, neither did I, because you don't know how many there were. It could have been ten. Could have been 70. In any case, determined humans who want to kill such a being will do so, regardless of numbers.
And if you're looking at the capabilities of this dragon in a realistic sense then you're looking a wee bit too hard at this story. DRAGON. NOT REAL. FICTION.
The idea of this story was not to focus on the dragon, or the peasants, or the wizard. It was a focus on how this dragon's ancestors had been friends with the humans, who had used it for flight and other things. But when the humans had figured out how to do it for themselves they no longer required the dragons. They started encroaching on their territory, taking the land for themselves. They pushed the dragons back and back until they were killed or starved or whatever. Now at this point, there is only one female left.
The dragon has done what any carnivorous beast would do when their home has been taken over-they hunt in the same area as before. They take what they can get. This one took sheep and other livestock in a desperate attempt to feed herself. As was to be expected, the humans got mad. Forgetting all the times that the dragons had helped them and been their friends, forgetting that she was the last one, they went after her with pitchforks.
The wizard is the one being who stands up to the villagers and he dies in the attempt, but before he dies he seals that last dragon into a pendant and curses the magic to drain slowly out of the land until the people learn to handle their natural gifts with care and appreciation.
Make your dragon the size of a goat, and without wings, and just maybe the bunch of peasants would work up the courage to try and kill it, though they probably pray for a saint to come instead...
NOTE FROM ME: Work up the courage? A human mob bent on destruction is lacking in many things-brains and individuality for a start-but one thing they are not lacking in is courage. They are drunk on it, besotted with it. Personally, I think it's what makes them most dangerous.
And if they're praying for a saint, they should go for GEORGE. Because he slayed a dragon, and he was one guy. Chew on that for awhile.
Ta,
Bec
In other words, today was the day when coming off that prednisone started not only to look like a bad idea, but it started to feel like one, too.
It could have something to do with the forecast, which says we're supposed to get smacked with a thunderstorm at some point in the near future. Without the prednisone, I am now at the mercy of the weather.
I have to live like this for two weeks now. The doctor has gone on vacation next week, so this means I will be swallowing a lot of ibuprofen in the next little while.
So, every little sneeze, cough, and twitch of the weather in the next little while is going to set my internal alarms off. Everything depends now on what the atmosphere decides to do now. Let's hope to hell it'll be sunny for the next two weeks (fat chance.)
Oh, I did get a review on Writing.com for that story I posted (link to follow) and it was from some person who apparently considered themselves an expert on dragons. They were furious that I had peasants going after a dragon, attempting to kill it. Here's the real review below, and I apologize ahead of time for my blatant rudeness.
LINK TO STORY: http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1442960>
While this was well written, the story itself seemed totally improbable.
NOTE FROM ME: Wizards and dragons and you're calling this improbable?
You have a LARGE dragon, that breathes fire, and is covered in armored scales, and flies, and the sorecerer is on the dragon's side.
Soooooo what is such a creature going to fear from any number of peasants? And if it felt somehow threatened from peasants, it could simply fly away.
NOTE FROM ME: It could, but what if this is the dragon's territory and it doesn't want to fly away? Maybe she has a nest nearby.
And I think the dragon has every right to fear the peasants as peasants in past stories have usually been the ones to kill off the dragon, at least in the stories I read.
If this were "real life" such a creature would be an omnipotent 'god' that could exterminate all of mankind on a whim if it wished. This is why dragons in real medieval dragonslaying art are seldom larger than a goat. Why? People back then had enough sense to know that no man or even saint could kill a dragon much larger than that. In fact, medieval people were terrified that the enormous Seraph-dragons would be released from heaven to devour the wicked on judgement day, as sculpted on most medieval churches. They certainly didn't believe dragons were extinct, they dreaded the day they would be released by God to punish the wicked.
NOTE FROM ME: This particular dragon was just described as large. I never said how big large was. Large could be the size of a cottage. Large could be the size of a terrier.
This dragon also wanted nothing more than to live in peace and quiet, to eat its fill when it wanted and where it wanted without being oppressed. Any being deserves that sort of respect.
So good old St. George killed a goat-sized dragon? Why, then are most dragons so damn big in the stories?
And by the way, this story wasn't set on Earth (though I didn't really say that, but whatever) so medieval means something entirely different to these people.
The idea of a bunch of peasants off to slay a large fire breathing, scale-covered, flying dragon is completely ludicrous, as is virtually every dragonslayer story, if one simply looks at the capabilities of such a creature in a realistic, intelligent manner.
NOTE FROM ME: Have you ever noticed how many peasants were in that mob? No, neither did I, because you don't know how many there were. It could have been ten. Could have been 70. In any case, determined humans who want to kill such a being will do so, regardless of numbers.
And if you're looking at the capabilities of this dragon in a realistic sense then you're looking a wee bit too hard at this story. DRAGON. NOT REAL. FICTION.
The idea of this story was not to focus on the dragon, or the peasants, or the wizard. It was a focus on how this dragon's ancestors had been friends with the humans, who had used it for flight and other things. But when the humans had figured out how to do it for themselves they no longer required the dragons. They started encroaching on their territory, taking the land for themselves. They pushed the dragons back and back until they were killed or starved or whatever. Now at this point, there is only one female left.
The dragon has done what any carnivorous beast would do when their home has been taken over-they hunt in the same area as before. They take what they can get. This one took sheep and other livestock in a desperate attempt to feed herself. As was to be expected, the humans got mad. Forgetting all the times that the dragons had helped them and been their friends, forgetting that she was the last one, they went after her with pitchforks.
The wizard is the one being who stands up to the villagers and he dies in the attempt, but before he dies he seals that last dragon into a pendant and curses the magic to drain slowly out of the land until the people learn to handle their natural gifts with care and appreciation.
Make your dragon the size of a goat, and without wings, and just maybe the bunch of peasants would work up the courage to try and kill it, though they probably pray for a saint to come instead...
NOTE FROM ME: Work up the courage? A human mob bent on destruction is lacking in many things-brains and individuality for a start-but one thing they are not lacking in is courage. They are drunk on it, besotted with it. Personally, I think it's what makes them most dangerous.
And if they're praying for a saint, they should go for GEORGE. Because he slayed a dragon, and he was one guy. Chew on that for awhile.
Ta,
Bec
24.6.08
I Got Some Work Done!
I actually worked on Prince Within today! Got almost half a chapter written. This is progress. Six months of nothing, and today I got half a chapter completed.
The only reason it's half completed is because I got to the point where I started to ruin the progress I'd made so far and I figured it was time to stop typing or risk ruining it.
I also posted a new story on Writing.com. I put up Extinction, which is sort of the beginning of an extension to a story I already finished a while back. It can stand on its own, however, and I wanted to see what kind of response I'd get so I put it up.
So, progress on the novel today. Maybe some more tomorrow.
No Who ideas today. I think I wore myself out.
Ta,
Bec
The only reason it's half completed is because I got to the point where I started to ruin the progress I'd made so far and I figured it was time to stop typing or risk ruining it.
I also posted a new story on Writing.com. I put up Extinction, which is sort of the beginning of an extension to a story I already finished a while back. It can stand on its own, however, and I wanted to see what kind of response I'd get so I put it up.
So, progress on the novel today. Maybe some more tomorrow.
No Who ideas today. I think I wore myself out.
Ta,
Bec
23.6.08
No Showers Were Harmed In the Making of this Story...
Today I posted another one of my audio clips. This is a funny one. Everyone seems to think it's nonfiction even when I tell them it's fiction.
I was merely fed up with the way that hotels all seem to have completely different setups for their showers. Drives me mad. So mad that I finally wrote a piece on it, but it backfired when everyone started believing that I'd actually blown up a hotel shower. I had people asking me if I'd had to pay for it; one person told me the complaint department was not the URL but the hotel itself. I was gleeful to inform them that I had no one to complain to since this was, quite literally, a pack of lies.
Wish I had blown up a shower. It'd be funnier.
The truth is: I made this up. Entirely. There was never any kazoos or clowns or loofahs exploding out of the wall. I was just having a bit of fun about something that not many people think about. And I was mad. Do you know how hard figuring out the many different configurations of shower is when you have no concept of left and right?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTDLrtAyIjQ
Nothing else went on today, so that's all!
Ta,
Bec
I was merely fed up with the way that hotels all seem to have completely different setups for their showers. Drives me mad. So mad that I finally wrote a piece on it, but it backfired when everyone started believing that I'd actually blown up a hotel shower. I had people asking me if I'd had to pay for it; one person told me the complaint department was not the URL but the hotel itself. I was gleeful to inform them that I had no one to complain to since this was, quite literally, a pack of lies.
Wish I had blown up a shower. It'd be funnier.
The truth is: I made this up. Entirely. There was never any kazoos or clowns or loofahs exploding out of the wall. I was just having a bit of fun about something that not many people think about. And I was mad. Do you know how hard figuring out the many different configurations of shower is when you have no concept of left and right?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTDLrtAyIjQ
Nothing else went on today, so that's all!
Ta,
Bec
22.6.08
Mission to the Grocery Store: Fruit, Baby, Fruit
I went to the store today. Bought fruit-grapes! apples! strawberries! and some other stuff.
Didn't do anything else today, really. Not in a real lot of pain, not real tired. Today was sort of dull, actually.
That's about it for me. Thinking of working (GASP) on Prince Within. I know it's been about 6 months since I touched it but I should at least put in some effort.
Few Who questions. More thinking. I think I'll enter a few each day if I have them and then put them all together on Friday or Saturday's post.
1. The Stolen Planet: Gallifrey or Earth? Obvious choice would be Earth, but Kris and I seem to have wandered off the obvious track. Gallifrey, at least the version that the Doctor knew, was destroyed. Kapoofka. There's not much here that we know; it's a painful subject for the Doctor seeing as he's the one who's responsible for it burning. The Daleks had taken the Cruciform; the Time Lords were losing the battle. The only solution was to have the Doctor roast Gallifrey, committing what appeared to be mass genocide of both Daleks and Time Lords. Nothing remained except the Doctor.
We don't know what happened to the Eighth Doctor-we only know that Nine appears in London in "Rose" but we don't know what happened to the previous guy. Nine does look in a mirror at one point and grump about his ears as if he hasn't seen them before, but we have no clue how long the Doctor has been in that particular body.
People have assumed that Eight was the one who went into the battle between the Daleks and the Time Lords. He must have had to be close to push the button, so it's fair to assume he got hurt pretty badly trying to get out of there (or maybe he wasn't trying and the TARDIS yanked him out.) I can see the Doctor wanting to go down with Gallifrey, especially since Eight was such a drama queen; he must have barely escaped the destruction alive. He probably is still marveling (sometimes) that he is alive, probably still wondering why he is. Besides, who wants to survive when you're the one who blew everyone else up? Who wants to live with being the killer of his own kind?
Or something at the time might have saved him, knowing he still had so much to do...Rose? Donna? Medusa Cascade? Shadow Proclamation?
Eight must have been wounded enough, along with his TARDIS, to regenerate into Nine and the current TARDIS configuration (I assume that since Eight was mortally wounded the TARDIS was damaged a bit in the fight as well. Would explain the change of the "desktop theme.") Still no idea how much time passed after that regeneration but it must not have been long for him. Or he just hadn't been able to look at himself in a mirror due to the terrible guilt in his hearts.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
4. Shadow Proclamation: The Doctor's invoked this more than once to try and get alien species to behave themselves, starting with the first episode and I really don't remember when he last referred to it, but it was definitely this year (Partners in Crime?) We're going to see the Shadow Proclamation, whether it be a bunch of bureaucrats or a piece of paper.
Ah, I'm just speculating again. Doesn't mean anything, really. :)
Ta,
Bec
Didn't do anything else today, really. Not in a real lot of pain, not real tired. Today was sort of dull, actually.
That's about it for me. Thinking of working (GASP) on Prince Within. I know it's been about 6 months since I touched it but I should at least put in some effort.
Few Who questions. More thinking. I think I'll enter a few each day if I have them and then put them all together on Friday or Saturday's post.
1. The Stolen Planet: Gallifrey or Earth? Obvious choice would be Earth, but Kris and I seem to have wandered off the obvious track. Gallifrey, at least the version that the Doctor knew, was destroyed. Kapoofka. There's not much here that we know; it's a painful subject for the Doctor seeing as he's the one who's responsible for it burning. The Daleks had taken the Cruciform; the Time Lords were losing the battle. The only solution was to have the Doctor roast Gallifrey, committing what appeared to be mass genocide of both Daleks and Time Lords. Nothing remained except the Doctor.
We don't know what happened to the Eighth Doctor-we only know that Nine appears in London in "Rose" but we don't know what happened to the previous guy. Nine does look in a mirror at one point and grump about his ears as if he hasn't seen them before, but we have no clue how long the Doctor has been in that particular body.
People have assumed that Eight was the one who went into the battle between the Daleks and the Time Lords. He must have had to be close to push the button, so it's fair to assume he got hurt pretty badly trying to get out of there (or maybe he wasn't trying and the TARDIS yanked him out.) I can see the Doctor wanting to go down with Gallifrey, especially since Eight was such a drama queen; he must have barely escaped the destruction alive. He probably is still marveling (sometimes) that he is alive, probably still wondering why he is. Besides, who wants to survive when you're the one who blew everyone else up? Who wants to live with being the killer of his own kind?
Or something at the time might have saved him, knowing he still had so much to do...Rose? Donna? Medusa Cascade? Shadow Proclamation?
Eight must have been wounded enough, along with his TARDIS, to regenerate into Nine and the current TARDIS configuration (I assume that since Eight was mortally wounded the TARDIS was damaged a bit in the fight as well. Would explain the change of the "desktop theme.") Still no idea how much time passed after that regeneration but it must not have been long for him. Or he just hadn't been able to look at himself in a mirror due to the terrible guilt in his hearts.
2. Who dies: Donna or Rose? Or is it both of them? In my mind, Rose is literally lying beneath the ax, but Donna's odds aren't looking too pretty either. It'd be just like Davies to not kill one companion, but two.
3: Bad Wolf: Rose is Bad Wolf. We know this. She threw out a message to the Doctor at the end of episode 11 telling him the end of the universe was coming...hence the stars are still going out and bad stuff is going down.
4. Shadow Proclamation: The Doctor's invoked this more than once to try and get alien species to behave themselves, starting with the first episode and I really don't remember when he last referred to it, but it was definitely this year (Partners in Crime?) We're going to see the Shadow Proclamation, whether it be a bunch of bureaucrats or a piece of paper.
Ah, I'm just speculating again. Doesn't mean anything, really. :)
Ta,
Bec
21.6.08
Yeah. Two Posts.
This post will be devoted solely to me ripping apart my bad predictions for the end of Doctor Who season 4. I wasn't right at all except when I said Donna had to go back in time and fix something-she did but it wasn't the Medusa Cascade like I thought.
Donna and the Doctor are at a carnival and she goes into a fortune teller's place. The fortune teller gets a really big beetle attached to her (really bad looking rubber beetle that wasn't the slightest bit convincing in the effects department) that apparently can influence decisions made in the past-in this case, the decision whether she turns the car left to go to HC Clemens or whether she goes right and gets the high-paying job her mother wants her to get.
If Donna Noble never meets the Doctor, apparently the entire planet suffers. Donna from that parallel universe winds up tossing herself in front of a truck just to get her past self to go left.
Most of the episode is devoted to that parallel universe that's created. Rose pops up as disaster begins to ensue, because the Doctor dies fighting the Racnoss when Donna doesn't stop him. There's nothing to stop the Titanic crashing down on London; nothing to stop the Adipose from exploding out of people in America (England's had nuclear fallout from the Titanic's engines).
Rose dips in and out here, mysterious and not even saying her name to Donna (who's going to figure it out in about ten seconds next ep, especially if she gets a look at his face.) The Doctor almost went through the roof (fear or terror or was that hope?) when Donna said Bad Wolf and at the end it's splashed everywhere (and I mean EVERYWHERE)-what the hell have Rose and the Time Vortex been doing?
Oh, and his ship is all red inside again like it was last year. A paradox created? Where and how and who's going to have to pay for it? And the Cloister bell was going off. These, people, are NOT good things. They mean trouble. They mean war. They mean his TARDIS is probably going to light on fire from all the bad things.
But the Doctor's still alive (although technically he never died because the mistake in time was reversed, so I don't know where he goes off to next episode. It looks like EVERYONE is coming in from ALL the spinoffs...aren't things going to be crowded? Let's see:
Gwen
Ianto
Jack
Sarah-Jane and her kids
Donna
Rose
Jackie Tyler
Mickey
Jake?
Pete?
Martha
Geez.
It appears the Daleks have invaded Earth, presumably under the orders of the Red Dalek and Davros. I caught a glimpse of Gwen and Ianto shooting and shooting at the damned things, plus the full-scale invasion fleet of a size that we haven't seen since Season 1's end.
Will the Doctor and Rose be reunited? She seemed to know a hell of a lot about a hell of a lot, so Rose has either been time-traveling without the Doctor or she's got something to hide (I betcha she has special powers...)
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this? (Donna's mum seemed to think so)
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again in episode 10 when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, it's important and I still don't know why...
Donna and the Doctor are at a carnival and she goes into a fortune teller's place. The fortune teller gets a really big beetle attached to her (really bad looking rubber beetle that wasn't the slightest bit convincing in the effects department) that apparently can influence decisions made in the past-in this case, the decision whether she turns the car left to go to HC Clemens or whether she goes right and gets the high-paying job her mother wants her to get.
If Donna Noble never meets the Doctor, apparently the entire planet suffers. Donna from that parallel universe winds up tossing herself in front of a truck just to get her past self to go left.
Most of the episode is devoted to that parallel universe that's created. Rose pops up as disaster begins to ensue, because the Doctor dies fighting the Racnoss when Donna doesn't stop him. There's nothing to stop the Titanic crashing down on London; nothing to stop the Adipose from exploding out of people in America (England's had nuclear fallout from the Titanic's engines).
Rose dips in and out here, mysterious and not even saying her name to Donna (who's going to figure it out in about ten seconds next ep, especially if she gets a look at his face.) The Doctor almost went through the roof (fear or terror or was that hope?) when Donna said Bad Wolf and at the end it's splashed everywhere (and I mean EVERYWHERE)-what the hell have Rose and the Time Vortex been doing?
Oh, and his ship is all red inside again like it was last year. A paradox created? Where and how and who's going to have to pay for it? And the Cloister bell was going off. These, people, are NOT good things. They mean trouble. They mean war. They mean his TARDIS is probably going to light on fire from all the bad things.
But the Doctor's still alive (although technically he never died because the mistake in time was reversed, so I don't know where he goes off to next episode. It looks like EVERYONE is coming in from ALL the spinoffs...aren't things going to be crowded? Let's see:
Gwen
Ianto
Jack
Sarah-Jane and her kids
Donna
Rose
Jackie Tyler
Mickey
Jake?
Pete?
Martha
Geez.
It appears the Daleks have invaded Earth, presumably under the orders of the Red Dalek and Davros. I caught a glimpse of Gwen and Ianto shooting and shooting at the damned things, plus the full-scale invasion fleet of a size that we haven't seen since Season 1's end.
Will the Doctor and Rose be reunited? She seemed to know a hell of a lot about a hell of a lot, so Rose has either been time-traveling without the Doctor or she's got something to hide (I betcha she has special powers...)
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Is Rose doomed?(forget Donna. She's already died once. Are they going to kill her AGAIN?)
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this? (Donna's mum seemed to think so)
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again in episode 10 when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, it's important and I still don't know why...
I Just Did The Coolest Thing
If you read this blog, you all know I'm a creative writing major.
If you know me, you know I never stop writing. Ever.
Last year I got into doing audio clips of me reading my stuff, just for kicks, giggles, a lark...you get the picture.
I kept those audio clips, thinking that someday I might want to, you know, do something with them, but at the time I wasn't sure what.
I may have found a purpose for them. Now that I've gotten over my fear of Windows Movie Maker (and figured out how it works) I decided to take the longest audio clip and make it into a slideshow-movie-audio story-thing.
There were a couple of hitches (the original clip was 13 minutes and so it had to be sliced in two on Youtube) but I have posted my story, Saturama, on Youtube with my voice reading the story. I put a link to the text so people can read along.
I think it's a unique way of putting my stuff out there (as opposed to letting it sit on my computer and collect dusty little megabytes)...but let's see if the things even get watched first.
LINKS!
PART 1:
"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGMX8r37ezc">
PART 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs9LAUGd1lU
Ta,
Bec
If you know me, you know I never stop writing. Ever.
Last year I got into doing audio clips of me reading my stuff, just for kicks, giggles, a lark...you get the picture.
I kept those audio clips, thinking that someday I might want to, you know, do something with them, but at the time I wasn't sure what.
I may have found a purpose for them. Now that I've gotten over my fear of Windows Movie Maker (and figured out how it works) I decided to take the longest audio clip and make it into a slideshow-movie-audio story-thing.
There were a couple of hitches (the original clip was 13 minutes and so it had to be sliced in two on Youtube) but I have posted my story, Saturama, on Youtube with my voice reading the story. I put a link to the text so people can read along.
I think it's a unique way of putting my stuff out there (as opposed to letting it sit on my computer and collect dusty little megabytes)...but let's see if the things even get watched first.
LINKS!
PART 1:
"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGMX8r37ezc">
PART 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs9LAUGd1lU
Ta,
Bec
20.6.08
I Want It To Be Saturday
I finished my homework.
I wrote two fanfics (TWO) and posted them.
Watched a heckuva lot of Stargate Atlantis because I'm trying to get all warmed up for the new season coming on July 11 ( I have to find out if the team gets out of that collapsed building or not).
I still hate it being Friday. I want to watch this new episode but it doesn't air till after 6 pm GST, or sometime in the afternoon for us.
Still having to avoid spoilers. Still having to steer clear of forums. Still having to watch everything I look at that's Who-related.
Argh.
Dropped to one prednisone and while I'm a bit shaky I think I'm handling it okay. I'll stay on one for a couple of days, then I'll drop to half on Monday. Probably by Wednesday I'll be off prednisone completely (hopefully forever).
So things okay. Wish it was Saturday.
Ta,
Bec
I wrote two fanfics (TWO) and posted them.
Watched a heckuva lot of Stargate Atlantis because I'm trying to get all warmed up for the new season coming on July 11 ( I have to find out if the team gets out of that collapsed building or not).
I still hate it being Friday. I want to watch this new episode but it doesn't air till after 6 pm GST, or sometime in the afternoon for us.
Still having to avoid spoilers. Still having to steer clear of forums. Still having to watch everything I look at that's Who-related.
Argh.
Dropped to one prednisone and while I'm a bit shaky I think I'm handling it okay. I'll stay on one for a couple of days, then I'll drop to half on Monday. Probably by Wednesday I'll be off prednisone completely (hopefully forever).
So things okay. Wish it was Saturday.
Ta,
Bec
19.6.08
Down To Two...
It may seem like a form of self-torture (and certainly the way I'm putting up with this medication change would say something about it) but I went down one prednisone pill a day earlier than I was supposed to.
I could go faster than this, you know. Could be down to half a pill in a couple of days probably without any ill effects. When I fell from 8 to 4 it didn't make me sick or anything. What's the big difference between 2 and 1, then?
I don't know why I haven't done it yet. I could end this in a week by whacking down the dose steadily over the next couple of days. Probably because I've been through enough hell already and increasing my pain isn't exactly what I want to do.
BUT that IS what the doctor is trying to do-put me in enough misery and swelling to make this thing appear in my joints again. So why aren't we doing it faster?
I'd be going against doctor's orders if I did, but is it wrong of me to do that when I want to solve this problem as fast as possible? Isn't the idea to get me to swell up? Do I want to go through two weeks of slow hell or one week of fast hell?
The question is: Does he want to put me through constant and increasing pain for the next two or three weeks or would he want me in there next Friday crying because I can't move either hand without pain and suffering?
Today's been hard already with two pills. I'll wait another day at least if I'm going to drop it to one, and that's only after I talk with his nurse tomorrow morning.
I just want to be done already. Today I took four ibuprofen to combat the pain and they didn't get all of it, either. What the heck am I going to be like when I'm on no prednisone at all anymore?
TWO DAYS TILL THE RETURN OF ROSE!
Ta,
Bec
I could go faster than this, you know. Could be down to half a pill in a couple of days probably without any ill effects. When I fell from 8 to 4 it didn't make me sick or anything. What's the big difference between 2 and 1, then?
I don't know why I haven't done it yet. I could end this in a week by whacking down the dose steadily over the next couple of days. Probably because I've been through enough hell already and increasing my pain isn't exactly what I want to do.
BUT that IS what the doctor is trying to do-put me in enough misery and swelling to make this thing appear in my joints again. So why aren't we doing it faster?
I'd be going against doctor's orders if I did, but is it wrong of me to do that when I want to solve this problem as fast as possible? Isn't the idea to get me to swell up? Do I want to go through two weeks of slow hell or one week of fast hell?
The question is: Does he want to put me through constant and increasing pain for the next two or three weeks or would he want me in there next Friday crying because I can't move either hand without pain and suffering?
Today's been hard already with two pills. I'll wait another day at least if I'm going to drop it to one, and that's only after I talk with his nurse tomorrow morning.
I just want to be done already. Today I took four ibuprofen to combat the pain and they didn't get all of it, either. What the heck am I going to be like when I'm on no prednisone at all anymore?
TWO DAYS TILL THE RETURN OF ROSE!
Ta,
Bec
18.6.08
Left Hand On Fire
Won't type much today. Wasn't hurting so much today so I didn't take my ibuprofen-less I take it the better.
But in the last couple of hours, my left hand has started really getting warm and painful. So I can't talk long without the warmth getting worse.
Not much going on. Got a lot to finish so gotta go do it.
Ta,
Bec
PS: This thing comes and goes, and while my hand still bothers me I won't let it stop me from typing up my predictions for the end of season 4 for Doctor Who.
Now this is mostly speculation on my part; some of it is confirmed knowledge but most of this has been built up on what I know and what I assume. If you don't want to know anything, don't read this, because I have accidentally seen some information and I do know some things, despite my fervent attempts to avoid spoilers (and yes, I really, really tried to avoid them)
Feel free to post your ideas on my comments-I welcome all opinions except rude ones. And if you know something big and hairy, don't tell me because I love theorizing and I really don't want these episodes spoiled for me ahead of time.
In other words, I welcome lively, interesting, mostly spoiler-free debate.
Now, to the predictions, speculation, and utterly wrong guesses...
LAST WARNING ON SPOILERS.
The Doctor and Donna are at some sort of carnival to start with, but within the first ten minutes they will apparently leave the carnival for reasons unknown (most likely Rose or he figures out something’s not right, since they talk about it in the TARDIS). He knows something’s going wrong and tells Donna so, because she said something about it (something along the lines of “even with everything going wrong, Rose is coming back...”)
He probably sees Rose on a monitor or something, puts two and two together and gets 85 out of it like he always does. We’ll get a frantic high-speed explanation to Donna, he lands back on Earth in the middle of Donna’s street, he walks out of the ship onto the pavement, and blam.
The Doctor dies in the first ten minutes, and unfortunately it’s going to be a sudden sort of death (can’t give him time to regenerate so it’ll be instantaneous and shocking and I’ll probably cry buckets.)
Donna’s standing there upset and crying about it when who should appear but Rose, wondering what’s going on. She’s come over from the parallel universe to try and fix the problem, only to find that the problem has increased.
UNIT are the ones that pick the Doctor off the ground after he dies, but I don’t think they’re the ones that knock him down. They’re just there to pick him up, so how he dies is anyone’s guess. I heard he gets shot in the back, so I guess UNIT could be responsible (they are oftentimes leaning far into the idiot range). It could be an accident-someone fires before they realize what they've been shooting at was their one chance at salvation.
Rose will get to see him lying there before UNIT loads him onto the stretcher (pictures of David Tennant lying on the ground with Billie Piper right next to him. Proof in the photos...)
I would be willing to believe Donna, having spoken to Rose, goes back in time to save the Doctor’s life (I think he’s really, really dead this time) and makes certain events happen or not happen in order to save him from said terrible fate. She makes the sacrifice but she’s probably going to lose something in the process (memory, mind, whatever)
Donna has to sacrifice herself, la la la, and does something tricky with lights. UNIT helps with this.
Without the Doctor, all of his companions of the last four years are coming back to fix the problem.
Davros won’t show up for a bit. They never show the real bad guy right away, so we’ll probably see Dalek, Dalek, Red Dalek, THEN Davros. End of episode 2?
The Doctor will be passed out or dead through most of episode 2 (this is the Doctor-light episode this year, so one can only assume that he’s busy being dead through most of it.)
Wilf will state that the stars are going out. This would be a result of some sort of massive parallel universe collapse that Rose has come across to try and fix.
I have a feeling Rose won’t survive these episodes, and Donna will have to watch her sacrifice herself.
Pete has died, but Jackie and Mickey have survived to this point. What about the baby?
Donna gets arrested by UNIT (or at least searched) probably because she’s around the area where the Doctor’s fallen and they want to talk to her.
The Red Dalek is something important but I have no idea what it is. Supposedly this one’s Davros’ 2IC and worse than the others, but when you’re dealing with a genocidal crazy killing machine on wheels how much worse can they get?
I think they make it too bloody obvious that Donna’s going to die, and the last four seasons have progressively shown THE companion having to step up and make their big sacrifice at this point. The sacrifices are getting bigger, too. Rose absorbed all of time and space for Nine. Season 2 she got sucked into a parallel universe after refusing to leave his side. Season 3 Martha walked the Earth for a year and her family took serious psychological damage in order to defeat the Master.
Nobody’s died yet, though they’ve come excessively close. Davies is going to want to go out with a bang, so someone is getting the ax.
The Doctor always gets helpless at this very point in the season and the companion always winds up fishing him out of it in some way. Apparently things have gotten SO bad that they have to haul in all four-first and second season it was one, third season it was two. Things are getting a little out of hand when you have to get FOUR companions...)
But this year the blatantly obvious quote that Rose makes to Donna says to ME that Donna won’t die. If the trailer tells you she’ll die she won’t. Somebody else will. And that somebody is probably going to be Rose.
Well, let’s face it. Jack can’t (immortality saves John Barrowman from certain cancellation)
Sarah Jane can’t because she’s got her own series (do you really want to know what would happen if they killed her off? Me, neither.)
Martha can’t because she’s going to be on Jack’s series, even if there are rabid Ten/Rose shippers out there that would like to see her blown up (not me. I accept cast changes as a part of life.) That leaves us with two.
Donna won’t travel with the Doctor anymore after this because of “a tragedy” (quote from Catherine Tate herself.) We obviously weren’t told what tragedy and the look on River’s face in Silence said something pretty nasty is going to happen. But I think this time, the story is mirroring 5’s on purpose.
Tegan left the 5th Doctor because she watched Adric be killed in an explosion. Could a similar thing be happening here? Ten’s personality is built on Five’s, meaning some of his storylines might as well. The hypothesis (probably dead wrong but hell, who cares?) Donna walks away because Rose is killed in front of her; a tragedy so terrible that she can’t get past it (and Donna seen some nasty from him, right from the start. Ten has pulled no punches around her and she’s seen the worst parts of his personality repeatedly, more than either Rose or Martha did.)
Donna’s a tough gal, but this one is going to put her out of the TARDIS forever. At this moment she still figures she’s going to be with him a long time, even told Martha so. Whatever’s coming, it’s going to be pretty damn drastic.
But Rose is either going to have to go back to her parallel life or die. With River coming in as the Doctor’s future relationship (and relatively soon, before Ten becomes Eleven) there will be no room for Rose on the TARDIS, not unless their relationship has altered drastically in their years apart. Time will tell.
What is the something on Donna’s back?
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this?
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again last week when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, this may very well be where Donna has to go to fix what's going wrong. She has to transport herself back in time and fix something to do with the Medusa Cascade in order to save the Doctor and ultimately save all those parallel universes from Davros' evil.
But in the last couple of hours, my left hand has started really getting warm and painful. So I can't talk long without the warmth getting worse.
Not much going on. Got a lot to finish so gotta go do it.
Ta,
Bec
PS: This thing comes and goes, and while my hand still bothers me I won't let it stop me from typing up my predictions for the end of season 4 for Doctor Who.
Now this is mostly speculation on my part; some of it is confirmed knowledge but most of this has been built up on what I know and what I assume. If you don't want to know anything, don't read this, because I have accidentally seen some information and I do know some things, despite my fervent attempts to avoid spoilers (and yes, I really, really tried to avoid them)
Feel free to post your ideas on my comments-I welcome all opinions except rude ones. And if you know something big and hairy, don't tell me because I love theorizing and I really don't want these episodes spoiled for me ahead of time.
In other words, I welcome lively, interesting, mostly spoiler-free debate.
Now, to the predictions, speculation, and utterly wrong guesses...
LAST WARNING ON SPOILERS.
The Doctor and Donna are at some sort of carnival to start with, but within the first ten minutes they will apparently leave the carnival for reasons unknown (most likely Rose or he figures out something’s not right, since they talk about it in the TARDIS). He knows something’s going wrong and tells Donna so, because she said something about it (something along the lines of “even with everything going wrong, Rose is coming back...”)
He probably sees Rose on a monitor or something, puts two and two together and gets 85 out of it like he always does. We’ll get a frantic high-speed explanation to Donna, he lands back on Earth in the middle of Donna’s street, he walks out of the ship onto the pavement, and blam.
The Doctor dies in the first ten minutes, and unfortunately it’s going to be a sudden sort of death (can’t give him time to regenerate so it’ll be instantaneous and shocking and I’ll probably cry buckets.)
Donna’s standing there upset and crying about it when who should appear but Rose, wondering what’s going on. She’s come over from the parallel universe to try and fix the problem, only to find that the problem has increased.
UNIT are the ones that pick the Doctor off the ground after he dies, but I don’t think they’re the ones that knock him down. They’re just there to pick him up, so how he dies is anyone’s guess. I heard he gets shot in the back, so I guess UNIT could be responsible (they are oftentimes leaning far into the idiot range). It could be an accident-someone fires before they realize what they've been shooting at was their one chance at salvation.
Rose will get to see him lying there before UNIT loads him onto the stretcher (pictures of David Tennant lying on the ground with Billie Piper right next to him. Proof in the photos...)
I would be willing to believe Donna, having spoken to Rose, goes back in time to save the Doctor’s life (I think he’s really, really dead this time) and makes certain events happen or not happen in order to save him from said terrible fate. She makes the sacrifice but she’s probably going to lose something in the process (memory, mind, whatever)
Donna has to sacrifice herself, la la la, and does something tricky with lights. UNIT helps with this.
Without the Doctor, all of his companions of the last four years are coming back to fix the problem.
Davros won’t show up for a bit. They never show the real bad guy right away, so we’ll probably see Dalek, Dalek, Red Dalek, THEN Davros. End of episode 2?
The Doctor will be passed out or dead through most of episode 2 (this is the Doctor-light episode this year, so one can only assume that he’s busy being dead through most of it.)
Wilf will state that the stars are going out. This would be a result of some sort of massive parallel universe collapse that Rose has come across to try and fix.
I have a feeling Rose won’t survive these episodes, and Donna will have to watch her sacrifice herself.
Pete has died, but Jackie and Mickey have survived to this point. What about the baby?
Donna gets arrested by UNIT (or at least searched) probably because she’s around the area where the Doctor’s fallen and they want to talk to her.
The Red Dalek is something important but I have no idea what it is. Supposedly this one’s Davros’ 2IC and worse than the others, but when you’re dealing with a genocidal crazy killing machine on wheels how much worse can they get?
I think they make it too bloody obvious that Donna’s going to die, and the last four seasons have progressively shown THE companion having to step up and make their big sacrifice at this point. The sacrifices are getting bigger, too. Rose absorbed all of time and space for Nine. Season 2 she got sucked into a parallel universe after refusing to leave his side. Season 3 Martha walked the Earth for a year and her family took serious psychological damage in order to defeat the Master.
Nobody’s died yet, though they’ve come excessively close. Davies is going to want to go out with a bang, so someone is getting the ax.
The Doctor always gets helpless at this very point in the season and the companion always winds up fishing him out of it in some way. Apparently things have gotten SO bad that they have to haul in all four-first and second season it was one, third season it was two. Things are getting a little out of hand when you have to get FOUR companions...)
But this year the blatantly obvious quote that Rose makes to Donna says to ME that Donna won’t die. If the trailer tells you she’ll die she won’t. Somebody else will. And that somebody is probably going to be Rose.
Well, let’s face it. Jack can’t (immortality saves John Barrowman from certain cancellation)
Sarah Jane can’t because she’s got her own series (do you really want to know what would happen if they killed her off? Me, neither.)
Martha can’t because she’s going to be on Jack’s series, even if there are rabid Ten/Rose shippers out there that would like to see her blown up (not me. I accept cast changes as a part of life.) That leaves us with two.
Donna won’t travel with the Doctor anymore after this because of “a tragedy” (quote from Catherine Tate herself.) We obviously weren’t told what tragedy and the look on River’s face in Silence said something pretty nasty is going to happen. But I think this time, the story is mirroring 5’s on purpose.
Tegan left the 5th Doctor because she watched Adric be killed in an explosion. Could a similar thing be happening here? Ten’s personality is built on Five’s, meaning some of his storylines might as well. The hypothesis (probably dead wrong but hell, who cares?) Donna walks away because Rose is killed in front of her; a tragedy so terrible that she can’t get past it (and Donna seen some nasty from him, right from the start. Ten has pulled no punches around her and she’s seen the worst parts of his personality repeatedly, more than either Rose or Martha did.)
Donna’s a tough gal, but this one is going to put her out of the TARDIS forever. At this moment she still figures she’s going to be with him a long time, even told Martha so. Whatever’s coming, it’s going to be pretty damn drastic.
But Rose is either going to have to go back to her parallel life or die. With River coming in as the Doctor’s future relationship (and relatively soon, before Ten becomes Eleven) there will be no room for Rose on the TARDIS, not unless their relationship has altered drastically in their years apart. Time will tell.
What is the something on Donna’s back?
Does Rose have powers left over from the Time Vortex?
Do the bees and planets vanishing have anything to do with this?
Did the Ood prediction of the song ending for the Doctor come true two episodes ago with River’s death, will it come true here, or is that prediction coming true later?
Is Pete Tyler dead?
What about Rose’s sibling?
What’s up with the constant Medusa Cascade references? The Master referred to it last year. Evelina brought it up when she said the Doctor's name was hidden in the Pompeii episode. The Doctor himself mentioned taking Donna to a moon in it somewhere in one of the Sontaran episodes. And then he threw it out there again last week when talking to Skye.
Davies has said this is a big part of what's happening, and since the Medusa Cascade is a time rift that the Doctor closed up some time ago, this may very well be where Donna has to go to fix what's going wrong. She has to transport herself back in time and fix something to do with the Medusa Cascade in order to save the Doctor and ultimately save all those parallel universes from Davros' evil.
17.6.08
They Fixed My Smoke Alarm! They Fixed My Light!
Yes, they fixed them! I have light on both sides of the light! I have my smoke alarm fixed to the ceiling like it's supposed to be!
YAY!
In other news, my doctor's appointment was a complete bust. I'm not sick enough for him yet.
I feel enough of a mess already, thanks. I didn't take my ibuprofen yesterday because I was going to see the doctor. I didn't want to be out of pain when I went to see him because he can't assess the problem properly if it's covered up by painkillers.
But the trouble with that is A) he poked, prodded, and tested out parts that are sore. Those parts do not like to be poked. It doesn't feel great when someone messes with your sore shoulders. B) You actually feel being poked and prodded next day when you're as screwed up as me, and not having taken my painkillers yesterday everything was stiff and sore today.
Not much else going on. I am not getting done what I need to get done right now and I should go and do it.
Ta,
Bec
YAY!
In other news, my doctor's appointment was a complete bust. I'm not sick enough for him yet.
I feel enough of a mess already, thanks. I didn't take my ibuprofen yesterday because I was going to see the doctor. I didn't want to be out of pain when I went to see him because he can't assess the problem properly if it's covered up by painkillers.
But the trouble with that is A) he poked, prodded, and tested out parts that are sore. Those parts do not like to be poked. It doesn't feel great when someone messes with your sore shoulders. B) You actually feel being poked and prodded next day when you're as screwed up as me, and not having taken my painkillers yesterday everything was stiff and sore today.
Not much else going on. I am not getting done what I need to get done right now and I should go and do it.
Ta,
Bec
16.6.08
Well...
The party wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. I avoided the people who drive me crazy and so kept my temper (plus I was on a LOT of ibuprofen.) Most of the people at the party were people I actually wanted to speak to, so that was a benefit.
My left hand is giving me trouble and I'm going to see the doctor today.
When I got back yesterday, I got my hands on the latest Who episode. Don't read if you don't want to know.
Next week Rose is coming back. Last week we watched the Doctor's future wife/bondmate/lover fry herself to save 4,022 people in the Library. So you would have assumed that this week, the little one-offer would be kind of missed in between.
It could have been a disaster. And the whole reason it wasn't was David Tennant. Again.
The man has proved himself capable in more ways than one. There's banging on the door. The lights go out. Then this woman is suddenly repeating what everyone says. Annoying, strangely terrifying. Then the Doctor can't seem to get the terrified humans to listen to him (a first. Usually they just go along with what he says).
So with the humans suddenly turning on the Doctor and threatening to toss his clever, gorgeous self out of the airlock, the Doctor runs back to the repeating woman on the floor and in trying to solve the problem gets himself repeating everything SHE says. And she's not exactly herself anymore.
There's the Doctor, a terrified look plastered on his face, unable to move, blink, or speak anything but what she says (and she starts advocating chucking him out of the airlock, too). So when she says, "Toss him out," he says it, too, which makes it sound like somebody's acquired a death wish.
And you know he's aware enough to fight the thing, because at one point as he's being dragged towards the airlock to his apparent demise one of his trainers hooks around one of the seats, trying to stop them dragging him out. And his eyes are moving a bit by that point, too, and all they are is really, really terrified.
Ooh. He doesn't even save himself this time. And we don't know what almost tried to promote the rest of the humans tossing him out the door into oblivion.
The episode ends without you knowing what the hell was going on, and of course the trailer has a body on a stretcher covered with a sheet and then a hand falls...and IT'S HIM BECAUSE THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER HITS THE GROUND.
Oh, hell. He's going to DIE next week.
Only three more episodes till the end of the season. Geeking out here.
Think I'll go watch Midnight again, if only to freak out all over again.
Ta,
Bec
My left hand is giving me trouble and I'm going to see the doctor today.
When I got back yesterday, I got my hands on the latest Who episode. Don't read if you don't want to know.
Next week Rose is coming back. Last week we watched the Doctor's future wife/bondmate/lover fry herself to save 4,022 people in the Library. So you would have assumed that this week, the little one-offer would be kind of missed in between.
It could have been a disaster. And the whole reason it wasn't was David Tennant. Again.
The man has proved himself capable in more ways than one. There's banging on the door. The lights go out. Then this woman is suddenly repeating what everyone says. Annoying, strangely terrifying. Then the Doctor can't seem to get the terrified humans to listen to him (a first. Usually they just go along with what he says).
So with the humans suddenly turning on the Doctor and threatening to toss his clever, gorgeous self out of the airlock, the Doctor runs back to the repeating woman on the floor and in trying to solve the problem gets himself repeating everything SHE says. And she's not exactly herself anymore.
There's the Doctor, a terrified look plastered on his face, unable to move, blink, or speak anything but what she says (and she starts advocating chucking him out of the airlock, too). So when she says, "Toss him out," he says it, too, which makes it sound like somebody's acquired a death wish.
And you know he's aware enough to fight the thing, because at one point as he's being dragged towards the airlock to his apparent demise one of his trainers hooks around one of the seats, trying to stop them dragging him out. And his eyes are moving a bit by that point, too, and all they are is really, really terrified.
Ooh. He doesn't even save himself this time. And we don't know what almost tried to promote the rest of the humans tossing him out the door into oblivion.
The episode ends without you knowing what the hell was going on, and of course the trailer has a body on a stretcher covered with a sheet and then a hand falls...and IT'S HIM BECAUSE THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER HITS THE GROUND.
Oh, hell. He's going to DIE next week.
Only three more episodes till the end of the season. Geeking out here.
Think I'll go watch Midnight again, if only to freak out all over again.
Ta,
Bec
13.6.08
Waiting For My Pickup
Not much to do today. Almost got my Wellness homework turned in and then I'm free to do as I please for the next little while.
Finished packing up things that needed packing up. Not that much to do yet; it's kind of a waiting game at this point.
Think I'll watch some more Who and then get down to the actual homework business. Kind of wish I had the willpower to do the homework first and then the Who, but I don't.
I don't know if I'll be able to blog tomorrow, but I will try.
Ta,
Bec
Finished packing up things that needed packing up. Not that much to do yet; it's kind of a waiting game at this point.
Think I'll watch some more Who and then get down to the actual homework business. Kind of wish I had the willpower to do the homework first and then the Who, but I don't.
I don't know if I'll be able to blog tomorrow, but I will try.
Ta,
Bec
12.6.08
My Desktop Keyboard Has Died
Yep, folks, it's dead. One side of it blew out last week; couldn't understand why. Then Kris came by, took it apart, and saw that part of it had become scratched because of overuse, meaning the keyboard has become essentially useless.
Also today, I battled through 2 hours of Spanish homework this morning, gave myself a tension headache, almost got to class late because of it, and found out the assignment was due on Monday. Ha!
Tomorrow is my day off. I'm sleeping in, taking it easy, going to do nothing because I have no clue when Dad and Anna are showing up to whisk me away, back to the insanity.
The fic's getting good reviews. I was particularly proud of it this time-one of my better ones.
My knee is worse today thanks to me daring to take a step last night, but apparently I took it the wrong direction because it was sore all day today again. I'm going to have to be pretty careful not to aggravate this thing.
I still have to finish my Wellness homework, do that thing for that thing, drop my steroids down to three, pack, organize, and pack some more.
The plan I have for surviving Sunday's onslaught of family, party, questions, family, and Grandma Koshak is to dope myself on ibuprofen and pray to God the sun shines. I can survive anything-I lived through Thanksgiving, didn't I?
If I could just take a Vicodin and disappear from sight until this all blows over, I would, but Mum needs me and there's nowhere to vanish to in the church basement.
Surprisingly (and confusing as hell) though my fingers have slowed up and there's a definite warmth going through them the prednisone is holding things down...for the moment. Wait till I drop the pills down a notch-the last time I went to three I felt it within the day.
I am really quite comfortable as long as I stay within a normal range of movement and don't try anything stupid. The day before yesterday I dropped a piece of paper out of my stuff and had to bend out of the desk to pick it up, and I definitely felt every single muscle of my back fighting me all the way.
It's like it's lurking, just beneath the surface, and if I push it just that much too far I feel it there, right beneath the skin. At the moment it's very, very subtle, but no doubt this thing's going to come out at some point and let's hope it's not Sunday.
Ta,
Bec
Also today, I battled through 2 hours of Spanish homework this morning, gave myself a tension headache, almost got to class late because of it, and found out the assignment was due on Monday. Ha!
Tomorrow is my day off. I'm sleeping in, taking it easy, going to do nothing because I have no clue when Dad and Anna are showing up to whisk me away, back to the insanity.
The fic's getting good reviews. I was particularly proud of it this time-one of my better ones.
My knee is worse today thanks to me daring to take a step last night, but apparently I took it the wrong direction because it was sore all day today again. I'm going to have to be pretty careful not to aggravate this thing.
I still have to finish my Wellness homework, do that thing for that thing, drop my steroids down to three, pack, organize, and pack some more.
The plan I have for surviving Sunday's onslaught of family, party, questions, family, and Grandma Koshak is to dope myself on ibuprofen and pray to God the sun shines. I can survive anything-I lived through Thanksgiving, didn't I?
If I could just take a Vicodin and disappear from sight until this all blows over, I would, but Mum needs me and there's nowhere to vanish to in the church basement.
Surprisingly (and confusing as hell) though my fingers have slowed up and there's a definite warmth going through them the prednisone is holding things down...for the moment. Wait till I drop the pills down a notch-the last time I went to three I felt it within the day.
I am really quite comfortable as long as I stay within a normal range of movement and don't try anything stupid. The day before yesterday I dropped a piece of paper out of my stuff and had to bend out of the desk to pick it up, and I definitely felt every single muscle of my back fighting me all the way.
It's like it's lurking, just beneath the surface, and if I push it just that much too far I feel it there, right beneath the skin. At the moment it's very, very subtle, but no doubt this thing's going to come out at some point and let's hope it's not Sunday.
Ta,
Bec
11.6.08
Wow, I Feel Normal...
I really feel normal.
This is going to come around and do something bad to me. I can feel it. The impending doom...
Ah, I should tell myself to stop being so bloody negative. The sun isn't shining but my ibuprofen, God bless it, is removing most if not all of my aches. Joyous!
Things are looking up today. Gotta finish homework for tomorrow, watch some Doctor Who (always a plus), and what else? Oh, have to call Marshfield today...
Besides that, it looks like rain here. Again. So I can't go outside and enjoy the sunshine, because there isn't any.
Ah, I've got to go write down that new fic I had an idea for, so TA!
Bec
Update: My desktop keyboard being partially out of commission apparently doesn't stop me from getting fic posted. New one up today. If you've been watching Doctor Who the last two weeks, things have gotten interesting between him and another recently introduced character (I have no restraint, so I'm on the UK schedule, which is two weeks ahead of the US one).
I've been trying to write this fic for three days. I am unable to get the link to the story to actually work, so HERE IT IS. It's not long...enjoy. They aren't bonded yet but I assume that this is what their relationship would be like.
She accepted (mostly) his inability to shut his face when faced with imminent alien attack.
He accepted (nearly) that she often knew what was coming for him before he saw it coming and he was only mildly offended that she never bothered to tell him to duck.
She didn’t always hang up her shirts.
He didn’t wear socks.
She knew he slept with his sonic screwdriver.
He was sure she had a stuffed King Tut somewhere in his TARDIS.
He hated pears.
She hated bananas.
She drove him crazy with her questions.
He drove her mad with his answers.
Their first kiss happened over a fight amid the history books in the TARDIS library. She was shouting at him over something that had happened in the 43rd century that he was sure he had been involved in and actually had averted said disaster occurring. Him and his ego had to let her know this, of course.
She had gotten to the point where she was seeing red, threatening to smack him if he didn’t wipe that manic “I kissed the Universe and made it cry,” grin off his face.
But instead of tossing her out to the mercies of the Vortex he had run her up against the bookshelves and kissed her, hard.
Later he said it was because she was beautiful. She thought he was just trying to prove his point even more than he already had.
He blew up a toaster and blamed it on his ship. She let out a most unladylike guffaw at the sight of his singed and blackened face and told him to take his pretty self to the medbay and fix his own damn burns.
She dug holes in the dirt, labeled bits of pottery with meticulous care. He let her get on with it, laughed at her, and then with a smug and satisfied grin, offered to take her back and let her meet the person who had made the bowl she’d just picked, piece by piece, out of the ground.
He was too arrogant (she humbled him quite often.)
She was too brave (he made her afraid sometimes.)
When he bonded with her, he swore to love her to the end of her days. She didn’t know he knew where that end was.
She swore to love him to the end of his-if she could ever find them.
This is going to come around and do something bad to me. I can feel it. The impending doom...
Ah, I should tell myself to stop being so bloody negative. The sun isn't shining but my ibuprofen, God bless it, is removing most if not all of my aches. Joyous!
Things are looking up today. Gotta finish homework for tomorrow, watch some Doctor Who (always a plus), and what else? Oh, have to call Marshfield today...
Besides that, it looks like rain here. Again. So I can't go outside and enjoy the sunshine, because there isn't any.
Ah, I've got to go write down that new fic I had an idea for, so TA!
Bec
Update: My desktop keyboard being partially out of commission apparently doesn't stop me from getting fic posted. New one up today. If you've been watching Doctor Who the last two weeks, things have gotten interesting between him and another recently introduced character (I have no restraint, so I'm on the UK schedule, which is two weeks ahead of the US one).
I've been trying to write this fic for three days. I am unable to get the link to the story to actually work, so HERE IT IS. It's not long...enjoy. They aren't bonded yet but I assume that this is what their relationship would be like.
She accepted (mostly) his inability to shut his face when faced with imminent alien attack.
He accepted (nearly) that she often knew what was coming for him before he saw it coming and he was only mildly offended that she never bothered to tell him to duck.
She didn’t always hang up her shirts.
He didn’t wear socks.
She knew he slept with his sonic screwdriver.
He was sure she had a stuffed King Tut somewhere in his TARDIS.
He hated pears.
She hated bananas.
She drove him crazy with her questions.
He drove her mad with his answers.
Their first kiss happened over a fight amid the history books in the TARDIS library. She was shouting at him over something that had happened in the 43rd century that he was sure he had been involved in and actually had averted said disaster occurring. Him and his ego had to let her know this, of course.
She had gotten to the point where she was seeing red, threatening to smack him if he didn’t wipe that manic “I kissed the Universe and made it cry,” grin off his face.
But instead of tossing her out to the mercies of the Vortex he had run her up against the bookshelves and kissed her, hard.
Later he said it was because she was beautiful. She thought he was just trying to prove his point even more than he already had.
He blew up a toaster and blamed it on his ship. She let out a most unladylike guffaw at the sight of his singed and blackened face and told him to take his pretty self to the medbay and fix his own damn burns.
She dug holes in the dirt, labeled bits of pottery with meticulous care. He let her get on with it, laughed at her, and then with a smug and satisfied grin, offered to take her back and let her meet the person who had made the bowl she’d just picked, piece by piece, out of the ground.
He was too arrogant (she humbled him quite often.)
She was too brave (he made her afraid sometimes.)
When he bonded with her, he swore to love her to the end of her days. She didn’t know he knew where that end was.
She swore to love him to the end of his-if she could ever find them.
9.6.08
Whether It's Molasses or Custard I Really Don't Know
We are getting to the point now that any general movement-this includes walking, breathing, or sitting down- is feeling like an effort. My left side is starting to complain a little bit (that worries me a little. What if the left side gets as bad as the right?)
Oh, public of mine, I am moving through a vat of custard. Molasses. Some sticky, viscous substance.
When you're stiff like I am now, every movement takes twice or three times as much effort. Everything feels like you're battling gravity to just MOVE your hand or your arm or even to stand up. With me it's frustrating because I'm still not used to, well, life on the "slow path." I don't like moving at a snail's pace. I don't like not being able to get where I want to be at the speed I want to be at.
This poses a problem-my personality and my brain are going at least 5 or 6 times faster than the rest of me. My 'engine' is about to leap out of my 'hood.'
My pain's pretty well under control. I'm taking more pills in the morning (4 ibuprofen) because it's harder to get going in the morning without a high dose and I have to be paying attention in class instead of focusing on how I should be sitting so I can be comfortable in the stupid desk. Then I drop the dose for the rest of the day so I can feel my limitations but I don't need the high dose to focus on anything truly important. Two keeps me at least at a thinking level.
I think, for the time being, that besides the frustration I'm feeling, I am handling this rather well.
Unless it rains.
They fixed my windows! Came in and did it while I snacked on strawberries in the corner. Now if they would just finish their little smoke alarm and light problem life would be so perfect.
Not much else going on. Taking this a day at a time.
Ta,
Bec
Oh, public of mine, I am moving through a vat of custard. Molasses. Some sticky, viscous substance.
When you're stiff like I am now, every movement takes twice or three times as much effort. Everything feels like you're battling gravity to just MOVE your hand or your arm or even to stand up. With me it's frustrating because I'm still not used to, well, life on the "slow path." I don't like moving at a snail's pace. I don't like not being able to get where I want to be at the speed I want to be at.
This poses a problem-my personality and my brain are going at least 5 or 6 times faster than the rest of me. My 'engine' is about to leap out of my 'hood.'
My pain's pretty well under control. I'm taking more pills in the morning (4 ibuprofen) because it's harder to get going in the morning without a high dose and I have to be paying attention in class instead of focusing on how I should be sitting so I can be comfortable in the stupid desk. Then I drop the dose for the rest of the day so I can feel my limitations but I don't need the high dose to focus on anything truly important. Two keeps me at least at a thinking level.
I think, for the time being, that besides the frustration I'm feeling, I am handling this rather well.
Unless it rains.
They fixed my windows! Came in and did it while I snacked on strawberries in the corner. Now if they would just finish their little smoke alarm and light problem life would be so perfect.
Not much else going on. Taking this a day at a time.
Ta,
Bec
8.6.08
Sliding Downhill
I'm noticing now that my inflammation is coming back. Took a day for me to notice the aches and twinges starting to creep back into me, but they are coming back. By next weekend I probably won't be sitting very comfortably in church and by two weeks I will be a good enough mess to probably go to the doctor again.
My keyboard on my desktop computer has blown out on one side, so I'm typing this on the laptop. Keys on one side of the keyboard are no longer working, which means if I want an A or an S or even a Q I can't get it to work.
I probably blew a fuse or something so I'll just type all my work on the laptop until I can get it replaced. No biggie. Only a week till I can get a spare from home (we've got a couple extra keyboards lying around someplace.)
Currently watching Mike Rowe get himself completely covered in straw-some sort of erosion prevention this time. I happen to really like this show he's got. He goes around and does these jobs that are rather nasty-hence the title of the show, Dirty Jobs.
Some of them are truly horrendous (when he cleaned some sort of pump at the San Francisco wastewater treatment plant I nearly hurled in sympathy.) He actually does them, doesn't just stand there and report on it. He respects those who know what the hell they're doing; he gets that he sucks at most of the tasks he's set to. He's willing to get chastised when he screws up (quite often.) And best of all, he's willing to laugh at himself when he does mess up.
Wondering at the moment if I should go to the store or not today. Left knee's still a little off; it feels better than yesterday (less feeling like someone's shoving a spear behind my kneecap) but I barely trust it. Should probably wait till tomorrow. I figure having a needle shoved into it requires a couple days of rest, especially when everything in my body tends to need three extra days and several pillows to recover from even being touched.
Forgot to tell you this: I have posted a video on Youtube. Made it myself. It's really a slideshow set to music. Couldn't get all those Harlaxton pictures in a video so here's some of them. Link Below!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL5dgvyfKxw
Kind of tired and fingers are complaining about the mistreatment, so here I stop.
Ta,
Bec
My keyboard on my desktop computer has blown out on one side, so I'm typing this on the laptop. Keys on one side of the keyboard are no longer working, which means if I want an A or an S or even a Q I can't get it to work.
I probably blew a fuse or something so I'll just type all my work on the laptop until I can get it replaced. No biggie. Only a week till I can get a spare from home (we've got a couple extra keyboards lying around someplace.)
Currently watching Mike Rowe get himself completely covered in straw-some sort of erosion prevention this time. I happen to really like this show he's got. He goes around and does these jobs that are rather nasty-hence the title of the show, Dirty Jobs.
Some of them are truly horrendous (when he cleaned some sort of pump at the San Francisco wastewater treatment plant I nearly hurled in sympathy.) He actually does them, doesn't just stand there and report on it. He respects those who know what the hell they're doing; he gets that he sucks at most of the tasks he's set to. He's willing to get chastised when he screws up (quite often.) And best of all, he's willing to laugh at himself when he does mess up.
Wondering at the moment if I should go to the store or not today. Left knee's still a little off; it feels better than yesterday (less feeling like someone's shoving a spear behind my kneecap) but I barely trust it. Should probably wait till tomorrow. I figure having a needle shoved into it requires a couple days of rest, especially when everything in my body tends to need three extra days and several pillows to recover from even being touched.
Forgot to tell you this: I have posted a video on Youtube. Made it myself. It's really a slideshow set to music. Couldn't get all those Harlaxton pictures in a video so here's some of them. Link Below!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL5dgvyfKxw
Kind of tired and fingers are complaining about the mistreatment, so here I stop.
Ta,
Bec
7.6.08
No Power Day
Yeah, today was the day when my particular dorm building has no electricity. Maintenance and stuff. It's absolutely pouring rain out so they might wind up doing it tomorrow (they said they'd do it tomorrow if it rained)
No matter. My left knee still hurts so I'm going to be up here till the rain stops (not sure how I made it up the hill but I did.) I crashed out in the big dorm-Towers-and I'm watching Who stuff and loving every minute of it.
Haven't noticed my pain increasing too much but then again, it's raining so I can't really tell. I'm on half the prednisone I was on yesterday at this time. I ache again. Same old same old.
I can only hope I can hide next week when Grandma Koshak starts in on her sore joints again. No doubt I will be in a good amount of pain and not wanting to hear it, and having Mom have to cut my food for me again is embarrassing enough when she has to do it in a restaurant without anyone else in the family around. It'll be doubly worse with all of them watching me.
Hopefully she won't have to cut anything for me and I can manage this one by myself.
What's tough about this thing that I've got is not the pain and the stiffness, cause that I can deal with a minimum of fuss. It's when you start figuring out you can't do some things. Stupid things. Things a normal person does on a normal day and they don't even think twice. Tying shoelaces. Opening a doorknob. Taking the top off a jar.
I've made changes to my life to try and cope. I have sandals on with Velcro, and when fall comes I have those sproingy shoelaces that don't need tying. I open doorknobs with my left hand now instead of my right, or I wrap my arm around the door, or I push it with my good shoulder. I have a jar-lid opener (works beautifully, just like it said on the tin!)
My mother cut my meat for me in a restaurant a few months ago, and while no one in the place was probably even remotely interested in what we were discussing or my life it's still darn embarrassing. 22 and my mother has to cut my meat for me. Pathetic.
How the hell am I supposed to manage being an independent adult when I can't even cut my own steak?
I didn't realize how independent (or how knuckle-headed and stubborn) I was until I was forced to concede ground to this thing. More than once Mom has had to tell me to give up because I'm only hurting myself when I push it too far. Like the steak. I refused to give up the knife until my fingers dropped it because they were so stiff and painful. Then Mom (quite patiently, I might add, for how long she'd been insisting that she could do it for me) took the plate and the knife and just cut the darn thing.
Trying not to be frustrated at how fast and far I've fallen in the last year, trying not to get frustrated when it's all going to hell in a handbasket.
Look at me, ranting onwards. I should be a poster child for this kind of sentiment and melancholy moodlighting.
I can only hope they don't do this power outage tomorrow again. And I hope that maintenance gets in my room today and fixes my windows.
Ta,
Bec
No matter. My left knee still hurts so I'm going to be up here till the rain stops (not sure how I made it up the hill but I did.) I crashed out in the big dorm-Towers-and I'm watching Who stuff and loving every minute of it.
Haven't noticed my pain increasing too much but then again, it's raining so I can't really tell. I'm on half the prednisone I was on yesterday at this time. I ache again. Same old same old.
I can only hope I can hide next week when Grandma Koshak starts in on her sore joints again. No doubt I will be in a good amount of pain and not wanting to hear it, and having Mom have to cut my food for me again is embarrassing enough when she has to do it in a restaurant without anyone else in the family around. It'll be doubly worse with all of them watching me.
Hopefully she won't have to cut anything for me and I can manage this one by myself.
What's tough about this thing that I've got is not the pain and the stiffness, cause that I can deal with a minimum of fuss. It's when you start figuring out you can't do some things. Stupid things. Things a normal person does on a normal day and they don't even think twice. Tying shoelaces. Opening a doorknob. Taking the top off a jar.
I've made changes to my life to try and cope. I have sandals on with Velcro, and when fall comes I have those sproingy shoelaces that don't need tying. I open doorknobs with my left hand now instead of my right, or I wrap my arm around the door, or I push it with my good shoulder. I have a jar-lid opener (works beautifully, just like it said on the tin!)
My mother cut my meat for me in a restaurant a few months ago, and while no one in the place was probably even remotely interested in what we were discussing or my life it's still darn embarrassing. 22 and my mother has to cut my meat for me. Pathetic.
How the hell am I supposed to manage being an independent adult when I can't even cut my own steak?
I didn't realize how independent (or how knuckle-headed and stubborn) I was until I was forced to concede ground to this thing. More than once Mom has had to tell me to give up because I'm only hurting myself when I push it too far. Like the steak. I refused to give up the knife until my fingers dropped it because they were so stiff and painful. Then Mom (quite patiently, I might add, for how long she'd been insisting that she could do it for me) took the plate and the knife and just cut the darn thing.
Trying not to be frustrated at how fast and far I've fallen in the last year, trying not to get frustrated when it's all going to hell in a handbasket.
Look at me, ranting onwards. I should be a poster child for this kind of sentiment and melancholy moodlighting.
I can only hope they don't do this power outage tomorrow again. And I hope that maintenance gets in my room today and fixes my windows.
Ta,
Bec
6.6.08
Three Oi's Later...
Oi, oi, oi.
This was my day today! Joyous visitations! Horrible proclamations! And someone had better FIX. MY. WINDOWS. NOW!
Maintenance visited themselves upon me today. Like flies, locusts, and frogs, they are often a plague upon poor befuddled college students who only want their room fixed back the way it should be.
Alas, it was not to be today. While they actually came BY and LOOKED at the problems-light out on one side, fire alarm hanging sadly off the wall-all they did was come in and pull my windows apart. And then they didn't put them back where they found them.
So instead of fixing the two things that were broken, they messed up the windows and made it THREE broken things that now need fixing, since now I cannot open my windows without having the winged hordes invited upon me. And it's supposed to be warm this weekend, even if I'm getting out tomorrow because they're cutting the power off in the dorm tomorrow and I have to go somewhere else all day.
I went down after I came back from the doctor and complained, but HA it was 5:30 by then and all the regular maintenance people have gone HOME.
They should fix this and fix this now. I can't open my windows!
On other fronts, went to the doctor today. My days on prednisone are finally coming to an end. I've needed to come down off the stuff for awhile, but couldn't because I was (and am) worried that my entire body is going to go BLAM if I do come down off of them.
But this, apparently, is EXACTLY what this doctor wants. He wants me to go all flare queen again. OH the JOY. He can't see what's wrong with me when the prednisone is masking the problem so he's getting me down off the stuff so my condition becomes more clearly defined.
Once that happens and I am a walking mess of pain, suffering, and inflammation, then he wants to stick a needle into one of my overly offended joints and draw out some stuff to figure out, once and for all, what the HELL is going on in there. If the blood ain't got it, the synovial fluid surrounding my joints should, especially if I'm in the middle of a terrible flareup.
I am terrified. I hate being in pain and helpless, but I really don't like doing it on purpose or having it done to me. It feels to me like we're testing me to see how bad I can get, or how much I can take.
But the only way to get the stuff is to let me puff like a pastry. I don't know if I like this idea so much since it's me doing the suffering.
So, not thrilled with the plan, but I understand that answers are my best weapons I could have. If I have to take a step back to go forward, to have to suffer some pain to get those answers then I will. I've spent a year in intense pain, misery, and I am losing function in my hands by the month. I really don't want to spend the next one sliding ever more quickly downhill.
He tried to take fluid out of my good knee today (that would be the left) because the thing felt spongy to him, but he didn't get anything. Better luck next time.
Beyond that, the project is progressing at a lively rate. I'm taking my time-I have lots of it and I am going to go slowly. No sense wasting valuable materials screwing up the project because I rushed it.
Not much else up. Waiting impatiently for someone to come fix my windows. And my fire alarm. And my light.
Typing's starting to hurt now, so I'm stopping here. More than likely these entries are about to get pretty darn short because I am about to get sicker than I really want to be...apparently for my own good.
Ta,
Bec
This was my day today! Joyous visitations! Horrible proclamations! And someone had better FIX. MY. WINDOWS. NOW!
Maintenance visited themselves upon me today. Like flies, locusts, and frogs, they are often a plague upon poor befuddled college students who only want their room fixed back the way it should be.
Alas, it was not to be today. While they actually came BY and LOOKED at the problems-light out on one side, fire alarm hanging sadly off the wall-all they did was come in and pull my windows apart. And then they didn't put them back where they found them.
So instead of fixing the two things that were broken, they messed up the windows and made it THREE broken things that now need fixing, since now I cannot open my windows without having the winged hordes invited upon me. And it's supposed to be warm this weekend, even if I'm getting out tomorrow because they're cutting the power off in the dorm tomorrow and I have to go somewhere else all day.
I went down after I came back from the doctor and complained, but HA it was 5:30 by then and all the regular maintenance people have gone HOME.
They should fix this and fix this now. I can't open my windows!
On other fronts, went to the doctor today. My days on prednisone are finally coming to an end. I've needed to come down off the stuff for awhile, but couldn't because I was (and am) worried that my entire body is going to go BLAM if I do come down off of them.
But this, apparently, is EXACTLY what this doctor wants. He wants me to go all flare queen again. OH the JOY. He can't see what's wrong with me when the prednisone is masking the problem so he's getting me down off the stuff so my condition becomes more clearly defined.
Once that happens and I am a walking mess of pain, suffering, and inflammation, then he wants to stick a needle into one of my overly offended joints and draw out some stuff to figure out, once and for all, what the HELL is going on in there. If the blood ain't got it, the synovial fluid surrounding my joints should, especially if I'm in the middle of a terrible flareup.
I am terrified. I hate being in pain and helpless, but I really don't like doing it on purpose or having it done to me. It feels to me like we're testing me to see how bad I can get, or how much I can take.
But the only way to get the stuff is to let me puff like a pastry. I don't know if I like this idea so much since it's me doing the suffering.
So, not thrilled with the plan, but I understand that answers are my best weapons I could have. If I have to take a step back to go forward, to have to suffer some pain to get those answers then I will. I've spent a year in intense pain, misery, and I am losing function in my hands by the month. I really don't want to spend the next one sliding ever more quickly downhill.
He tried to take fluid out of my good knee today (that would be the left) because the thing felt spongy to him, but he didn't get anything. Better luck next time.
Beyond that, the project is progressing at a lively rate. I'm taking my time-I have lots of it and I am going to go slowly. No sense wasting valuable materials screwing up the project because I rushed it.
Not much else up. Waiting impatiently for someone to come fix my windows. And my fire alarm. And my light.
Typing's starting to hurt now, so I'm stopping here. More than likely these entries are about to get pretty darn short because I am about to get sicker than I really want to be...apparently for my own good.
Ta,
Bec
5.6.08
Just A Quick Hey
Hey.
I am just about to leap into the sheets. Very tired; long day. Arm is aching and right foot was asleep a bit ago.
The good news is I think I've got a solution for my money problems.
The other good news is I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow. Hopefully help is on the way.
The bad news is that I can't type that well when my fingers ache this much so this entry is ending right here.
Ta,
Bec
I am just about to leap into the sheets. Very tired; long day. Arm is aching and right foot was asleep a bit ago.
The good news is I think I've got a solution for my money problems.
The other good news is I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow. Hopefully help is on the way.
The bad news is that I can't type that well when my fingers ache this much so this entry is ending right here.
Ta,
Bec
4.6.08
Sheep In the Mailbox
My mother has sent me a sheep.
Two sheep in fact. Stuffed ones. In a box. Through the mail.
I have no real reason WHY she's sending mutton mail (ooh, that's good alliteration) but I can only assume that it was some sort of sick, twisted prank on her part to make ME think she'd lost it.
I already knew she was bonkers but this just proves it.
And I won't get a straight answer on the subject either, when I ask. I'll get some sort of answer like, "They needed a good home," or "Every dorm room needs a sheep," or WORSE YET, "YOUR dorm room really, really needed a good bit of lamb."
The first package I get from my mother in 4 1/2 years of living in a dormitory at college and this is what I get. SHEEP. Ridiculous!
On other woolly subjects, not much else going on in life here. Still having arm problems but the ibuprofen that keeps me from flipping out is making my temper calm down (seems the less pain I'm in the less testy I get. Maybe there's a connection?)
So while I was cranky yesterday, I am not so cranky anymore. The Universe is safe from my anger for another day (ha ha).
So, ta. Gotta sleep. Long day ahead tomorrow.
Bec
Two sheep in fact. Stuffed ones. In a box. Through the mail.
I have no real reason WHY she's sending mutton mail (ooh, that's good alliteration) but I can only assume that it was some sort of sick, twisted prank on her part to make ME think she'd lost it.
I already knew she was bonkers but this just proves it.
And I won't get a straight answer on the subject either, when I ask. I'll get some sort of answer like, "They needed a good home," or "Every dorm room needs a sheep," or WORSE YET, "YOUR dorm room really, really needed a good bit of lamb."
The first package I get from my mother in 4 1/2 years of living in a dormitory at college and this is what I get. SHEEP. Ridiculous!
On other woolly subjects, not much else going on in life here. Still having arm problems but the ibuprofen that keeps me from flipping out is making my temper calm down (seems the less pain I'm in the less testy I get. Maybe there's a connection?)
So while I was cranky yesterday, I am not so cranky anymore. The Universe is safe from my anger for another day (ha ha).
So, ta. Gotta sleep. Long day ahead tomorrow.
Bec
3.6.08
Starting To Get Annoyed
This is now the third day my shoulder has ached. Third day. THIRD DAY.
I'm on so much prednisone. I should be feeling really good. I should be flying.
But the truth is, I hurt. Again. Entire shoulder feels like it's pulled out of the socket. Back's starting to chime in. Right leg constantly going to sleep from what I assume is inflammation.
And I grow tired of this, oh my small audience. I grow really, really tired of dealing with this and coping with this and fighting with this.
Just one day I would like to NOT think about my pain or my pills or my arm. JUST ONE DAY.
So, this is the third day I've felt miserable. The third day I've hurt. The third day that despite medication to try and prevent the problem the problem has me good.
There are some days when I just want to be free.
I'm going to go take my painkillers and then I'm going to turn in early. Maybe I can get some actual sleep tonight instead of tossing and turning to try and get comfortable.
Ta,
Bec
I'm on so much prednisone. I should be feeling really good. I should be flying.
But the truth is, I hurt. Again. Entire shoulder feels like it's pulled out of the socket. Back's starting to chime in. Right leg constantly going to sleep from what I assume is inflammation.
And I grow tired of this, oh my small audience. I grow really, really tired of dealing with this and coping with this and fighting with this.
Just one day I would like to NOT think about my pain or my pills or my arm. JUST ONE DAY.
So, this is the third day I've felt miserable. The third day I've hurt. The third day that despite medication to try and prevent the problem the problem has me good.
There are some days when I just want to be free.
I'm going to go take my painkillers and then I'm going to turn in early. Maybe I can get some actual sleep tonight instead of tossing and turning to try and get comfortable.
Ta,
Bec
2.6.08
Why So Dark?
I'm starting to scare me. A lot.
Instead of doing homework tonight like I SHOULD have been doing, my mind went off on a tangent and wouldn't you know it, there's another fanfic posted up on Teaspoon tonight (not approved yet, but should be tomorrow sometime).
And while I should be proud that I managed to pound out yet another Doctor Who story, what terrifies me is how darn dark my stories are starting to get lately.
This one is the darkest Who fic I have ever posted. I don't usually wander into swearing (one word, totally appropriate for the character and situation) or Master doing terrible things to the Doctor but tonight I did.
I'm quite happy with it, actually. It went way deeper into the Master/Doctor love/hate thing than I've gone before.
For those not familiar with these two, the Master and the Doctor are both Time Lords. The difference is that while the Doctor keeps most of his Oncoming Storm-ness restrained and only lets it out when he's really, really, really pissed off, the Master is, quite literally, NUTS. Psycho. Out of his silver Gallifreyan tree. Lives to dominate, subjugate, and frustrate the Doctor.
Of course, things are made worse by the fact that the Doctor has an inability to kill the Master outright and even manages to forgive him when he tries to take over the world. The Doctor's like that, though. Peacemaking and hates weapons and always trying to be merciful.
Thus there's a weird love-hate relationship going on and since these two have known each other since they were kids back on Gallifrey oh, a thousand years ago, there's a lot we don't know about the relationship. Not that the show writers would want to tell us. The mystery is half the fun here.
I love exploring these two's relationship because there's so MUCH stuff between them that a writer like me can't help but dig her hands in and swish around a bit to find something to tap into.
I don't know why I keep writing Who fic and can't get back to my own. Possibly I need to work on some stuff that doesn't involve creating a character but merely building off of ones that already exist and are ready made for my manipulation. I've gotta get back in the groove here; I've forgotten how to write since I wasn't able to type all that while. Got rusty. Maybe this is my way of sliding back in.
Well, my arm is getting warmer and warmer and that signals that I should really stop typing right now.
Ta,
Bec
Instead of doing homework tonight like I SHOULD have been doing, my mind went off on a tangent and wouldn't you know it, there's another fanfic posted up on Teaspoon tonight (not approved yet, but should be tomorrow sometime).
And while I should be proud that I managed to pound out yet another Doctor Who story, what terrifies me is how darn dark my stories are starting to get lately.
This one is the darkest Who fic I have ever posted. I don't usually wander into swearing (one word, totally appropriate for the character and situation) or Master doing terrible things to the Doctor but tonight I did.
I'm quite happy with it, actually. It went way deeper into the Master/Doctor love/hate thing than I've gone before.
For those not familiar with these two, the Master and the Doctor are both Time Lords. The difference is that while the Doctor keeps most of his Oncoming Storm-ness restrained and only lets it out when he's really, really, really pissed off, the Master is, quite literally, NUTS. Psycho. Out of his silver Gallifreyan tree. Lives to dominate, subjugate, and frustrate the Doctor.
Of course, things are made worse by the fact that the Doctor has an inability to kill the Master outright and even manages to forgive him when he tries to take over the world. The Doctor's like that, though. Peacemaking and hates weapons and always trying to be merciful.
Thus there's a weird love-hate relationship going on and since these two have known each other since they were kids back on Gallifrey oh, a thousand years ago, there's a lot we don't know about the relationship. Not that the show writers would want to tell us. The mystery is half the fun here.
I love exploring these two's relationship because there's so MUCH stuff between them that a writer like me can't help but dig her hands in and swish around a bit to find something to tap into.
I don't know why I keep writing Who fic and can't get back to my own. Possibly I need to work on some stuff that doesn't involve creating a character but merely building off of ones that already exist and are ready made for my manipulation. I've gotta get back in the groove here; I've forgotten how to write since I wasn't able to type all that while. Got rusty. Maybe this is my way of sliding back in.
Well, my arm is getting warmer and warmer and that signals that I should really stop typing right now.
Ta,
Bec
1.6.08
Hearts Aflame (Literally)
Wouldn't you know it, that funny burning in my chest is none other than heartburn. I've got heartburn. I've been having it all week and didn't even know what it was.
But now I'm sure. I had ramen noodles with a ton of salt in them and now the middle of my chest is burning like Death Valley on a Tuesday in July. No wonder that stupid summer sausage was making my chest burn like this.
Of course I didn't know what it was, having never experienced it before, but it stands to reason that something I'm on triggered this new, fun symptom.
It's not bad; a bit unpleasant. I'll be avoiding the ramen for the rest of the week now.
Very tired; just finished part of my homework for tomorrow and wanted to pound off an entry before I went to bed.
Not much else going on around here; it's been a quiet sort of day otherwise. I've been having trouble with the right arm but since this is nothing new there's really nothing more to say about the subject.
So, ta.
Bec
But now I'm sure. I had ramen noodles with a ton of salt in them and now the middle of my chest is burning like Death Valley on a Tuesday in July. No wonder that stupid summer sausage was making my chest burn like this.
Of course I didn't know what it was, having never experienced it before, but it stands to reason that something I'm on triggered this new, fun symptom.
It's not bad; a bit unpleasant. I'll be avoiding the ramen for the rest of the week now.
Very tired; just finished part of my homework for tomorrow and wanted to pound off an entry before I went to bed.
Not much else going on around here; it's been a quiet sort of day otherwise. I've been having trouble with the right arm but since this is nothing new there's really nothing more to say about the subject.
So, ta.
Bec
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