The wacky and marvelous Doctor Who

Back in the 80s and early 90s, when I worked night shift and television stations usually either stopped broadcasting at 1 or 2am or just aired infomercials, I used to watch the really early episodes of Doctor Who while most of my neighbours were fast asleep. Jon Pertwee, Peter Davison, and Sylvester McCoy were my favourites (Ace was my favourite Companion), but I watched them all. Not that I had much of a choice, mind you, but I’m not sorry about that. I might have missed them if I’d had a choice of programming, and no one should miss seeing early Doctor Who, at least once.

I had a hard time getting back into the show when it restarted in 2005, mostly because I was completely disgusted that Christopher Eccleston had decided to leave the role before it had barely started, because he was afraid of being typecast. After less than a year of filming and only one aired episode. What a schmuck. After that, I just really couldn’t stand to watch the show.

By the time David Tennant took over as the Doctor, I’d already completely lost interest in it and, other than catching a couple of minutes of “Rise of the Cybermen” while flicking through the channels, didn’t watch the show again. Billie Piper/Rose Tyler as Companion didn’t interest me. Freema Agyeman/Martha Jones as Companion didn’t interest me.

Now Catherine Tate, she interested me — she’s tallish, near to my age, a Taurus, and funny as hell. I was briefly intrigued by her appearance in “The Runaway Bride” but I only got to see small clips of it at the time. (Youtube being late off the mark there.) She’s one of my favourite British comedians. I first saw her during my McFly phase in late 2006, when I saw her in a skit with them for Red Nose Day 2005 as Lauren Cooper.

Sad to say but “Look at my face. Am I bovvered?” goes through my head periodically. LOL

Anyway, I watched David Tennant on the last episode of season ten on Top Gear last year and it got me a little interested in David Tennant as Doctor Who. I then watched him in the Best of Comic Relief 2007 show. Can I just say again that David Tennant in full dress kilt is a beautiful sight to behold? His Comic Relief 2007 skit with Catherine Tate was also absolutely hilarious. “Looketh at my face. Is this a botheredst face thou seest before thee?”

When I found out that Catherine Tate was going to be joining Doctor Who as the new Companion, I knew I had to give the show another chance. I watched the Christmas 2007 special, “Voyage of the Damned” — who could resist Kylie Minogue, the Titanic, Doctor Who, and Richard “Mr. Hyacinth” Bucket? — and waited for the new season to start. It was brilliant. David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor and Catherine Tate as Donna Noble are completely perfect together. She’s more his age, she’s not in love with him, she doesn’t worship him as “The Doctor” — it’s marvelous to watch, like close siblings bickering with but also protecting each other.

As I’ve been watching this season, I’ve been becoming more interested in the back story, which you can really only get from watching the previous episodes. Oh, sure, you can read through the plot summaries on Wikipedia but it just isn’t the same thing. So I’ve been watching seasons two and three of Doctor Who (courtesy of Youtube, naturally) for the last week. So much so that I occasionally dream about it. Still not too thrilled by Martha Jones (didn’t warm to her much in Torchwood, either). A little more open to considering possibly warming up to Rose Tyler. Maybe. But still absolutely adore David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor so I can put up with the rest.

Tonight was the penultimate fourth “new season” (series 30 overall) episode, “The Stolen Earth“. I’ve already watched it several times, and I’m sure I’ll watch it many more. It’s a fantastic episode. Won’t tell you about it — don’t want to spoil it for you if you plan to watch it, but I can hardly wait for next week’s season finale. I will tell you this — I’ll be mightily pissed off if what looks like happens actually really happens. Seriously. Impressed, but mightily pissed off.

[Edited to add link to Bloglines search for other posts about this episode. There are some seriously good ones out there, including KRAD’s Inaccurate Guide to Life’s post — “Ho. Lee. Shit.” is right. ]

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Having a rethink

about who I am, who I’ve been, who I want to be. Not always nice thoughts, but my life has been full of nothing if not opportunities for learning. How many times do you have to be taught the same lessons before you actually learn and retain them? When does the “eureka” moment occur? How many months? Years? Lifetimes? What sparks the change?

I’m in the middle of a forest fire, waiting for a flame to catch.

Who are you?

It’s weird when you talk to family or friends online when you’ve only spoken to them in person before. Or finally talking to someone in person that you’ve only ever talked to online before.

My brothers are on Facebook. One sounds so much like himself even there. The other sounds like a complete stranger. It’s a little surreal. Then I realized that I haven’t spoken to either one — in person or otherwise — in ages. It’s a wonder they don’t both sound odd to me. I’m a little afraid to talk to them like I normally would online. I mean, I’m much the same person in person that I am online but they haven’t encountered either me in ages. And I’m not the little sister they might remember.

Open letter to a friend

Seriously?

My world does not revolve around you. This blog does not revolve around you. I have other friends. Not hundreds of them, granted, but they do exist. And I have shit going on in my life that you are not a part of so please, for the love of god, stop assuming that any post here is about you.

When have I ever been reluctant to come out and tell you point blank what I think or that I’m pissed off?  Do you really think I’d post about you in a blog that I know you read? Why would you think I would start doing that now when I’ve never done it before? It’s like gossiping about someone when you know they’re listening — it’s done to hurt the listener. I’m appalled that you think I’m that kind of person.

I was going to ask for the same courtesy, of not posting about me in a blog you know I read. But it’s really not my place to tell you what you should or shouldn’t write about. It’s a free blogosphere. I know you hate passive-aggression from others, though, and you need to know that that is exactly what you’re doing to me when you choose your blog as a way to tell me you’re upset about something that you think has occurred between us.

I’m just sayin’…

George Carlin :-(

You know, when you go to TMZ.com, you’re usually looking for meaningless, salacious gossip and video. You don’t expect to find out there that a great comedy legend like George Carlin died late yesterday. Words are failing me right now so here are links to a couple of the articles:

You will be missed. 😦

Helping yourself

When I first got the lay off notice in February, I’d just ordered some tumbled crystals from a place in the US. The shipment included a really nicely shaped, large piece of citrine. Fit perfectly in my hand and could be held in such a way that you could use it like a worry stone. I put a piece of citrine in my wallet and kept the large piece of citrine with me all the time. The beauty of citrine is that, among other things, it helps get rid of negative energy and attract abundance, both things I was — and am — in desperate need of. It definitely seemed to be doing it’s job. Unfortunately, I misplaced that large piece of citrine several weeks ago. And I’ve forgotten about the other stones for months.

And for weeks I’ve been struggling — and frequently failing — to maintain a positive, productive attitude. It’s kind of like when you’re depressed and you just can’t pull enough of yourself together to get yourself out of it. Kind of a Catch-22. When I got the notice last week about this job opening, I figured I needed to do something.

A few months ago, when I was actively carrying the citrine and other stones, I was also experimenting with a water crystal card deck. It’s a deck of cards showing images of water crystals formed after exposure to various words on one side and the words themselves on the other. I’d decided to try out the Prosperity card. Again, at the time, positivity and abundance was evident in my life. Who knows how much the card helped but I’m sure it didn’t hurt. Anyway, a couple of days ago, when I couldn’t find the citrine stone, I decided to at least start sitting my ever-present bottle of water on the Prosperity water crystal card. I also started to wear my citrine and hematite — another stone that helps combat negativity — rings and it all seems coincide with a certain abundance in the Universe. Did the stones and the card help to attract the abundance and positivity? Or is my use of the stones and the card simply a reflection of a changed state of mind that was already present? I’m not sure it matters. If I’m in a more positive frame of mind when I am carrying or using the items, the result is more important than the means. A placebo isn’t less powerful for being a trick of the mind.

Lucky number 13

FInished a customized version of my portfolio yesterday and then proceeded to spend hours being trounced at Scrabulous on Facebook. I hate playing Scrabble, but I’m actually beginning to like playing Scrabulous — it’s nice to be able to take days to play without worrying that the dog will knock over the board. Started two new games and the Gods seem to have decided to cut me a little slack because both are going quite well for me. That doesn’t preclude the possibility of getting trounced at the finish line but it’s a nice change from being trounced throughout the entire game.

Had trouble sleeping, thinking of things I could/should change in the portfolio and wondering what questions I’d be asked in the interview. Finally got up around 5 a.m. and fiddled with the portfolio, played some more Scrabulous, avoided doing other things by playing Freecell, and finally got ready for the interview.

Bad day to choose to wear black. My home was cool and dry today, which fooled me into thinking it was the same way outside. Surprise on me to find myself getting rained on while walking to the bus. The rain had stopped by the time I got there but the air was so heavy with humidity that rain would have been preferable. I initially went to the wrong side of the very large building and had to walk around (the long way, apparently). I was absolutely drenched — and winded — by the time I got there. The security guard gave me visitor’s badge #13. “Lucky number 13,” he says. “Or unlucky number 13,” says his coworker. Nope, definitely lucky. I need all the luck I can get.

The interview went really well. Really enjoyed myself. Both interviewers were really nice. I was comfortable. Might have gushed a little bit, might have talked a little too much, but otherwise I think I did a decent job of it. They’re going to probably take until middle of next week to make their decision. That works out better for me than it starting on Monday would have as it wouldn’t mess up my next EI cheque, which is my rent cheque. So, I’m keeping good vibes and positive thoughts going. Here’s hoping.

Splurged on Subway on the way home. Haven’t had it in a couple of months, and it made me ill. Physically ill. What does that say about the food, eh? Think I’ll pass on it in the future. What I really have an addiction to right now is tinned salmon. Skinless, boneless Pacific Pink salmon. Salmon salad sandwiches and some pineapple with ginger ale and all is right with the world. Don’t have any of that so I’ll have to do a grocery run tomorrow if I want it.

Giving up

Someone I thought was a good friend of mine (someone who doesn’t read this blog, or I wouldn’t be mentioning it here) decided to quit an organization that we both belong(ed) to a couple of months ago. The reasons she gives to everyone else who commiserates with her don’t quite match what she said to me during our talks prior to, during, and after her resignation. They’re part of it but they don’t tell the full story. But they do garner her much sympathy from her supporters. She’s a Scorpio. I count a surprising number of Scorpios among my friends — Earth signs and Scorpios make up 90% — and they all suffer from this tenacious ability to hold a grudge. For. E-ver.

I get angry frequently (more frequently some weeks than others) but I tend to forget it all fairly quickly. I hold few permanent or semi-permanent grudges (which isn’t to say that the same issues don’t crop up regularly enough to make it seem so but it’s all fresh anger, not stale, grudgy anger) so it frustrates me to deal with these darned Scorpios. Anyway, this friend is holding onto a serious grudge, a grudge that won’t let her just move on with her life but also won’t let her bite the bullet and come back to the group. If she were here, I’d be yelling at her to “Smarten the f*&% up.” I periodically ask her when she’s coming back but she seems to be avoiding me, all the while still doing things from the outside that keep her tethered emotionally to the group. She recently posted yet another, yes, I’ll say it, whining commentary in her blog about why she left that makes me want to slap her and bring her to her senses, and I find I’m faced with a bit of a conundrum. Do I continue to try to nurture what tenuous strings of our friendship are left? Or do I just cut both our losses and move on? For my own sanity, the latter seems to be the direction I should be heading but it’s a hard choice to make. I don’t give up friends easily but, when I do, it’s usually a permanent surrender. Am I ready to erase her from my inner roster of friends?

Think maybe I need to meditate on that a bit.

The first step is admitting it

I’m embarrassed to say that *I* am the reason I haven’t been getting the emails that were sent to me for that site I mentioned in my last post. Can’t blame it on anyone else — it’s all down to me. I’d set up filters years ago that I’d long since forgotten that were filtering emails for two email addresses into folders on the server — so they were never coming down to my Yahoo account, which is where I’ve been checking all of my email for the last 3 years or so. 25,000+ 33,000+ emails (mostly spam) taking up almost 6 GB worth of space. Holy Crap!

It’s official — I’m an idiot.

Thankfully, my interview has been moved to Friday at 2. Think I’m going to need a day to weed out the spam from those folders. *sigh*

Topsy Turvy Day

Got a call from the recruiter this morning. I have an interview tomorrow morning for that job I mentioned. I don’t have all the details. (He’s going to e-mail that this afternoon sometime.) I have to have examples of my Web content writing for them — he suggests in the form of a portfolio so I’m having to quickly create a stripped down version of the full portfolio. And I’m nervous about the interview itself. Haven’t had an interview in three years (well, one that followed the norm, and not counting the dismal failure of a government one from April.)

Back in February, I mentioned that I was planning on giving up one of the sites I look after. Well, in all of the hullabaloo around the lay off and life in general, I forgot to write them — and I forgot to update the site to take my content off it. They never reminded me that I hadn’t gotten back to them and I noticed today that there’s now a big notice on the front page saying that they’re looking for a new webmaster. So I wrote them telling them to remove my personal content from the site. It’s partly my fault — I should have taken care of it all before now — but I’m still pissed off about it and I’m sure my email shows that.

So I’m up and I’m down today. Feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest.