Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Ride On!

As it is the most traveled day in the year, I decided to do my post on horses. Cuz, ya know, horses being one of the first forms of transportation and all.  It started out pretty normal.

Normal for us anyway.

Now, we have Susan. I love Susan, and respect his life choices.


Then it got horrible. Get it? Like as in Doctor Horri--forget it.

Then, after while... It...I...


I don't understand, and I don't care. I just want to bask in the glory of the Rainbow Mer-Horse. I am a changed human being. Ride on, fanlings. Ride on.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Orson Pink: WhatUpWithHim?

You know how in my last post I said, "I don't know. I don't know a lot of things. Anyway, it's bloody late, I'm done, and I'll see you Sunday. Or I won't. I don't know that either."

Well. We all know how that one worked out.

Blame the five year old I was watching. I do.

Spoilers for the DW finale, by the by.

Sadly, Danny Pink is no more. Which raises the question: Orson Pink: WhatUpWithHim?

As you may remember, Orson is the descendant of Danny Pink. But Danny is dead. So...? How's that gonna work?

My and my mum's theory is that Clara is pregnant, and that's why she's leaving the companion life behind. Or is she? Either way, I'll just be happy when she's gone.

Other theories include cloning, Danny having a secret family, and whole bunch of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff that I don't understand.

If you have a theory, please do tell. Now I'm off, much like Orson. Only, I'm not leaving to time travel, I'm leaving to make lunch.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Hello FanStuffs, Goodbye Money: All I Want For Christmas Is FANDOM



A lot of holidays are coming. Soon. TO A THEATER NEAR YOU. Whether it be for Christmas, Hanukkah,Yule, Hogmany, or Boxing Day, buying things for the ones you love (or hate the least) is an important part of the end months. Why? Monkey Rabbits if I know.

And yet, it is a thing.

One problem of the holiday season is finding things for those you love, that they will love, that don't happen to be socks. 'Cause everybody loves socks. In this post, I have compiled a list of things you may want to buy for your Fandom people, or vice versa. Onward!

Doctor Who:


Anti-Possession Temporary Tattoos (Etsy)

Castiel Heat Reactive Mug (Hot Topic)

"Idjit" Tee-Shirt (Cafepress)

Castiel's Handprint Temporary Tattoo (Etsy)

I swear I looked for a Menorrah.
BBC Sherlock:
Sherlock And Watson On Skull Mug (Etsy)

Sherlock Inspired "Side Of The Angels" Earrings (Etsy)

221B Wallpaper Coffee Cozy (Etsy)

Pocket John Shirt (Redbubble)

"Mrs. Hudson Took My Skull" Quote Print (Etsy)

I don't own any of these thing, so they could be rubbish. I don't know. I don't know a lot of things.
Anyway, it's bloody late, I'm done, and I'll see you Sunday. Or I won't. I don't know that either.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

How To Be Stupid: BBC Sherlock Edition

In this post I'm gonna get ranty and mad and probably say things like the ever popular "couldn't run a whelk stand." Be forewarned.

This thing. Right here. Look at it. Like really. This post won't make any sense if you don't read it.  *Clicky Clicky*

Now. On the surface, this may seem like this best idea ever.

Sliced bread can suck it.

I have come to the realization, however, that this is a horrible idea and I apologize to sliced bread for anything that I or my fanling peers may have said to hurt its feelings.

Moffat and Gatiss are not the people who control when Sherlock airs. There's hair and make-up,  actors, directors, producers, sets, lighting and sound, wardrobe, cameramen, and a whole bunch of other BBC Sherlock assorted production monkeys who have to get their collective craps together before we can have new Sherlock.

And I think the idea is stupid really. What good will it do? Are we just to sit twiddling our thumbs while the rest of the world flips over the Watson-Mini? It deprives us of one of the greatest things the fandom world has ever known: new content freakout.

And I'm not saying that Moffat and Gatiss aren't the cause of much torment in my life. My hobbies include writing, fangirling, cats in cups, and doing this for hours on end:

But that's the writing. Ya know, what writers actually do.

It's not just Mark and Steven sitting in a basement plotting ways to make you feel bad for a year and a half. That's only on Wednesdays.

And I'm not even saying this is all the Fandom all the time. We all have our moments. I once thought I should dress up as the superhero The Non-Crazy Cat Lady and go about picking up cats and putting them all in a cat habitat in our back yard. See? We all have stupid ideas. It's when they go widespread that it becomes an issue. I have 3 yards of superhero cat fabric and a cat-mask to prove it.

This whole idea is flawed to its core.

Best case: We annoy the people that give us a wonderful show.
Worse case: They pull the show because they think we don't love it anymore.
Worst case: Dead. Worst case always dead.

"Thank you for writing a devastatingly wonderful show. We were gonna make you a card, but instead WE MADE YOU A HIATUS I HOPE YOU HATE IT."

I love the Fandoms but--gah. Sometimes I don't think they could run a whelk stand in Whelkville at the height of whelking season. I mean, really? I know most of the Fandoms proudly have the collective maturity of six-year-olds on a sugar high, but really?

I'll be in the bunker with Dan and the crumpets if you need me.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Chuck Appreciation Post #ChuckRidesAgain


If you live in or near the southeast, I would like to apologize for all the manic laughter and "I KNEW IT!"'s you likely heard during the past half hour. That was me. Sorry.


I never wanted to believe Chuck was gone.

Were there doubters? Yes. People saying he had to be dead because of Kevin? Yes. Did I ever lose hope? Yes. That was about 15 minutes after they said he died. But then I did what I do best: hope, deny, and come up with elaborately unreal ways that what I wanted could have happened.

Who wants to carve this into the side of a church? No takers? Really?
And look where I am now. Full of Chuck. This is what happens when you hope, children.

I love Chuck. He's so... Chuck. There aren't words. I am nominating him for the role of Patron Saint Of People Who Sit Around In Their Underwear All Day While They Write.  As there is a Patron Saint of Bathroom Breaks, I think it's reasonable. As I don't know the pope and am not Catholic, this may take a while. So, if you know the pope and/or are Catholic, drop him an e-mail for me, would ya? Thanks sweets. I might be the only one to ever... What do you even do with saints? Shine the saint signal? Saint dance?

I digress.

Chuck is fantastic. For many reasons. One of which is that he followed his passion/the voices in his head. Even when the publisher dropped him, he continued.

With some people, they write because they want to. With others *cough* me and Chuck *cough* we write because we need to. It's a need. Not a fleeting desire. I will always write. And so will Chuck. And that is one of the many reason why I love him. Viva la Chuck. See you soon, boo.