Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Depressing a Geek in Under a Minute

Depressing a geek 101:
"Do you realize the 10th Doctor never actually kissed Rose? The first time, it wasn't really her. The second time, it wasn't really him."
"We've only got 2 more episodes with Matt Smith."
"Moffat has promised that the third season of Sherlock will end on an even bigger cliffhanger than season 2."
"What if the last sentence of Harry Potter was: 'And then Harry woke up in his cupboard under the stairs.' ?"

 How you depress a geek (express edition):
Doomsday. Reichenbach. Stayin' alive. Rose Tyler, I—. I don't want to go. Goodbye, John.

Or, if you want the super-compressed-travel-size-express-fun-size edition:
MOFFAT.

WARNING: these may induce the following: uncontrollable sobbing, bouts of anger, a desperate need for fanfiction, unexpected lashing out and flailing of the limbs, fear of everything, silence, counting days until November, and maybe some headaches and nausea (from the screaming).

Blessed November

Sorry about the lull in posts lately. Today's post is about nothing in particular, just so you know. So. Where to begin?

Sherlock. Oh my gosh. Sherlock. Why is that show so amazing? In six episodes, they've created characters that you love so much—and WHY THE HECK DO WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR NOVEMBER?????? Sorry. Fangirl spasm. You know how it is. Wait, do you? Anyway, That show is seriously amazing. Go watch it. Right now. Blog-reading can wait. I don't really have anything worthwhile to say anyway. Wait, hang on—

Also making a return in November, the greatest thing ever. It's been far too long since we saw these characters, even the ones who will be leaving again soon. People will fight, things will catch on fire, and all hell will break loose. I am of course talking about... THE DOCTOR WHO 50TH SPECIAL!! Dooweeoo!! What, you thought I was going to say Catching Fire? Eww. There aren't enough British people in that movie.

Until November, wonderful November, I have been doing a lot more writing and a lot more reading, having run out of imaginary British or alien (or both) characters to fantasize over. No, it wasn't fanfiction. Well, most of it wasn't. I am in the middle of attempting to write a Star Trek TNG and Doctor Who crossover. Yeah, it's fun. *moment of questioning whether I'm way too much of a geek, deciding the affirmative, despairing, and deciding that it's okay and I will be proud of it*

Oh, another thing. Words are wonderful things, and sometimes the English language doesn't have enough. Here are a few more to add to your vocabulary, you know, because they're good words and we need them.
Batchy, adj.
To be attractive in an overlooked or unexpected way (like Benedict Cumberbatch... see what we did there?)

Attractor, n.
An attractive actor. Pretty much self-explanatory.

I thought there was another one but my memory banks seem to be malfunctioning... I may be watching too much Star Trek. Anyway, reading, writing, rewatching, and inventing words is how I'm spending my time till wonderful, blessed November.