I was quite worried about my sweet Dr since his transformation.  Matt Smith’s portrayal of the Dr brings an angrier side out, he has much less patience with his new side kick or anyone else that he comes upon in his travels.  Weather he is telling off Chruchill or Amy Pond, his new companion, he raves not unlike a lunatic.  The Dr has always been a bit quick to talk and loose his temper, but this season he over does it.

The highlights of the season for me were: the return of the weeping angels, the deepening of the mystery that is River Song, and the addition of Amy Pond.

nothing to be scared about, it's just a statue... or is it...

The angels creep my shit out and make me truly afraid to turn my back to statues.  The idea that they could be moving towards me when I’m not looking stirs up all of my paranoid delusions.  Let alone that they may send me to a different time period or just snap my neck because they can.

it totally looks like it wants to eat my soul

River has such a strange string of events in her life and we haven’t even touched the tip of the iceberg.  How can anyone keep her timeline straight?  Why was she imprisoned?  Is she the cause of the Dr’s death, as they hinted or was that just to throw us off?  When do they spend enough time together that she learns the language of the Time Lords and how to fly the Tardis better than the Dr?  I wonder if they ever have any kids?  So many unanswered questions there.

haven't quite got her figured out just yet

Plus Amy Pond.  She is wonderful, I may like her even more than Rose.  She is super and brings a great amount of very needed life to the new season.  My questions about her character would be: why is the space time crack following her, does she bring about the end of the world  and is she more then she seems?  I really like her and I don’t want to find out that she is… another robot made by the Dalek to destroy everything or something worse.  I guess we will see what becomes of Miss Amy Pond in the future.

Amy carries the first season. Come on Dr time to pull your own weight

While we are on te topic of the Dalek, I must say that I find the new ones a bit unbelievable.  Aren’t they all about everyone being the same under one leader?  To have made them all different colors was odd.  Also, the Dr had a robot bomb guy and a time machine, why didn’t he use them to drop off the guy on the Dalek ship right before he detonated.  He could’ve used their own weapon against them if he had thought/moved faster.

should they be different colors? I think not.

On the whole, I was fairly happy with the new season.  I am glad to have the Dr, Tardis and a companion or two back in my life.  It was becoming way to dull without them.  :)

My man and I were having that discussion the other day about how easy it would be to make Dr Who into some fairly awesome sci-fi porn.  The only way to save the human race is a massive group orgy involving humping multiple aliens to death.  I could dig it, and I don’t even care for porn that much.

Plus, the cast of Torchwood, before they all got killed off could make random guest appearances.  Indeed!  Watching Torchwood makes me happy all over, there is just something hot about two gorgeous dudes going at it.  Yes, I am odd, so are you for reading this so blow it out your arse!

Highly unlikely that Sarah Jane would want to have anything to do with this seeing as her show is more for the kid type of audience, but who knows.  All you can do is offer, right?

In conclusion, it would totally rock if someone would write, film and release some kick ass Dr Who inspired porn.  Now I am off to do a very important Google search… if I find what I am looking for be assured that I will let you all know, oh yeah!!!

these are all of the Dr's regenerations

But, why does he have to get younger and younger every time?  And why is he going to be played by such an unappealing actor?  I know that it took me some time to get used to David Tennet, but now that I have I don’t really want to see anyone else, especially not some 12 year old play play the Dr.

Case in point, these are the Dr’s that I have been used to watching.

This was the Dr. when they brought the series back to life

This is the Dr. as he has been for 3 seasons

This monstrosity is who will be playing the Dr. in the next season, if you have a heart condition or are really old, or projectile vomit, look away!

Oh ick!

I tried to research how the decision was made and found out a lot of unpleasant news.  Not only is David not going to be on the next season, but Russel T Davies the head writer is leaving!  Also two producers are bailing out.  I truly hope that this isn’t the beginning of the end for my beloved Dr.  But I can’t help but notice that it seems that (for lack of a better metaphor), the rats are abandoning the ship.

I see the evidence, I just don’t understand why.  If the new season is a bomb, it will leave a huge hole in the fabric of time.  Well, at least my time.  This is my favorite show and I have a horrid feeling like they are killing it.  But, I shall be ever faithful to my Dr.  as Rose,

The Dr and Rose

Martha

The Dr and Martha

and Donna

The Dr and Donna

have taught me.  I will hang with him until the end.  Unless it gets really, really awful and then I will just watch reruns and live in denial for the rest of eternity!

Couple 1)

I was doing the good aunt thing and took my niece and nephew off my sister’s hands for a few hours.  Whenever I get them the first thing they ask is what are we having for dinner.  No these children are not starving, they just love getting out of the house and eating out.  Plus they have the highest metabolisms of anyone I have ever met and eat constantly while still looking like baby models.  So, I took them to the only place in town that has a play place so that they could run wild and have a snack, McDonalds.  While they were running around being kids, the lady from the table over started talking to me.  I thought, here we go, maybe this is how people make new friends.  So, I tried very hard to be attentive and nice.  Yes, sometimes I have to try hard on those things, I think it’s the adult ADD or something.  Anyway, we talked for a while and she invites us to her church *urg* and possible play dates for her kids and my borrowed kids.  I decide that this encounter went well and say sure!  She gives me her card so that we can set something up, her Avon card (red lights should have been going off, but they weren’t).  Longish story short as I can get it.  I talk my man into trying this church *urg*, she wasn’t even there that Sunday *urg*, family emergency or something.  Then we find out her hubby and mine went to school together, a few weeks later we set up a dinner double date.   Whenever I told anyone about the my new possible friend they warn that she just wants a new Avon customer.  We go to dinner, have a great time, they re-invite us to church  *urg*, we nicely parlay that invite (and the hundred others to follow).  A few months later we decide to do dinner again.  To the same ends, have a nice dinner with a thousand tiny hints at how wonderful Avon is and how we should join their church *urg*.

Couple 2)

My man was Sr. class president so he is planning his class reunion this year.  He decided to hold a meeting, open forum style to find out what people are interested in.  Only girls show up, uncomfortable.  (I couldn’t be there, so just him and a ton of ladies)  After said meeting he is joking and chatting with this one girl, she suggests that we double dinner date.  He accepts.  I am excited by this news, round 2, we can do this, we can make some friends.  We go to dinner, her husband (a minister *urg*) is actually really fun.  He is outgoing and likes Dr. Who, so he and I have something in common.  We chat like old friends, with my honey chiming in every once in a while.  She sits there and kinda looks pissed off the entire time, even when I try to ask her questions and get to know her.  I back off, because I have that effect on people sometimes.  When I get nervous I get hyper and ultra talkative, it rubs some people the wrong way.  Whatever!  After dinner my man is confused, she didn’t act like that when it was just the two of them.  I suggest another dinner, perhaps she was in a bad mood from something else and it just ran through dinner.  A month or so later, we invite them to a dinner through our new club.  Basically the same thing happens, except she brings her best friend, too.  Her friend is fun and my hubby enjoyed chatting with her.  Her hubby wants to get together to watch the new season of Dr. Who with us and if it weren’t for her, the night would have been tons of fun.

Couple 3)

My hubby has lived in this town since he was 3.  He knows or is related to everyone here.  Which should make finding friends easy, but really doesn’t.  My man runs into this guy from his class who is married and has 2 kids.  In fact, we got them a present when they had their second child and I got to hold her when she was brand new.  It is decided that we will try hanging out together at their house on New Year’s Eve to play games and pig out on munchies.  I decide that this will be the best fit for us, we already have some ground work laid with the whole baby thing and the guys have known each other for a long time.  This should be easy, right?  We get together eat, drink, play games, play with the kids, all in all have a very nice night.  Then, he starts chatting with me through facebook when I am on.  Which is fine, he has been on my friends list for a really long time, so no biggie.  Only it turns out that he is also chatting with my hubby when I’m not on, also fine except they are joking (on my hubby’s part) about wife swapping and other naughty things.  As their conversation goes on and on my hubby realizes that he is the only one that is kidding in the conversation and tries to get out of facebook as quickly as he can.  He doesn’t want to make waves with this guy, just in case he is joking or something, so he finally removes himself from the conversation.  I know nothing of this when I wake up the next day and get on facebook to take care of my farm and kingdom.  He sends me a message right away, I talk to him for a little bit, not really focusing because I am busy.  Then, he asks if my hubby told me what they discussed the night before and how I felt about it.  I had to reread that, because I hadn’t even seen my man yet that day.  I tell him no, what’s he talking about.  He says never mind, which just sparks my interest.  Maybe I did something bad or said something stupid, so I push the subject.  And he says that last night he suggested to my husband that he could come over at 6am when I get off of work and I could beat his meat for him, as he so elloquently put it.  I was shocked.  I got off facebook asap and found my man just so I could say what the hell?!?  My man says that he thinks the guy really wants us to be swingers or for me to do naughty things with his wife.  OMG, are there no normal people left!?!

So, as you see, having and making friends is a horrid process.  If you are lucky enough to actually have a friend, treat them like gold, trust me you don’t want to be back in this market.  It’ s slim pickings at our age (27) and the only ones left just want something from you or are bitches.

Is it just me or is our country being dumbed down at an alarming rate?

The mother of the tattooed children actually said she didn’t know it was illegal to tattoo children.  What made her think that that was okay?  They used a wire coat hanger to tattoo with for Christ sake!  Can you say safe?  Let’s hope they all had their tetanus shot.  Not to mention diseases that could be spread.  These are the assholes breeding in our country.

As for the cop, I have just one question.   If you’re going to do bad things to a baby cow, why would you video tape it?  Just who are you ever going to show that to?  Are you going to re-watch it yourself?  What could that possibly do for you?  Never mind, I don’t want to know.

I am very worried about the future of this country if these people and their peers are allowed to breed.  Just think about what new and disturbing things their prodigies will be doing.  I doubt we will have to guess, my bet is that they will video tape it all, too.

Welcome to America, home of the fucking retards that fuck animals.

For those of you not in the know, my hubby and I are Atheist.  We don’t make a big deal out of this, most of the time we don’t even tell anyone.  I keep out of religious debates, no sense in outing myself to the whole state.  I don’t enjoy being the eye of a shit storm, if you will.  I just hide in plan sight, or at least I used to.

I accidentally done something bad.  I was hopped up on caffeine and sugar before Christmas break and some little comment was said.  Can’t recall just what exactly, but must have been about church and Christmas.  And I just let ‘er rip, I said’ “I’m an Atheist.” right out loud.  Everyone stopped turned to me, starring and then my good friend C.D. says, “No you’re not.”.  Which cracked me up.

Just because one goes along quietly listening and not fighting for their own opinion doesn’t mean that they agree with you one hundred percent.  It just means that they are too lazy to start an argument over something that neither side will ever win.  I can’t change your mind and you won’t change mine, and I am okay with that.

Later on that night, C.D. tells me, “You are the first Atheist that I have ever met.”.  I smile, ’cause I know she loves and accepts me probably better than my family would if I ever cared to be so blunt with them.

A few days later, we get a new guy on our line at work.  He is nice and really fun to joke with.  We talk about stuff, he is not as outgoing as we are, so it is hard to get more than a one word answer out of him.

He cracks up when I mention that we have karaoke Fridays.  (Like that’s a joke.  :)  When you work 12 hours in a row, you have to do something to stay awake and focused.)

Anyway, we are getting along really well.  And then he mentions that he is Muslim.  He tells just me, and I wonder if he is “in hiding” just like I was.  I am like cool, whatever.

Later, I start to worry.  Don’t some Muslim people hate us because we are Godless heathens?  Wouldn’t being an Atheist qualify me for President of the Godless heathens club?  Will he be mean to me if someone says something? Will he hate me?  I am still me, a crazy, funny, goof ball.

I see no sense in worrying myself to death and so I tell him, better to face things head on just like always.  He is shocked, and it took a couple of days for him to wrap his head around me.  But, now things are back to normal.  Of course, you never know what people are really thinking, but we are fine on the surface.  And sometimes, that is enough.

When my hubby and I were dating, he had an adorable little goatee.  He kept it well-trimmed and symmetrical.  It looked good on him.  I liked it.

We get married and he decides to try to grow a beard.  I say try because just like a prepubescent boy, he has some places on his face where hair won’t grow.  No matter how much hell I gave him he just kept letting it grow.  The places that it grew got long and scraggly and truly looked like face pubes.  And still the bare spots were there.  Don’t get me started on his unrequited desire for a mustache.

My hubby is 28, you think he would have grown out of his facial hair obsession, but it seems that the not being able to grow a beard thing just made him want it more.  Kinda like how girls with straight hair really want curls and vice versa.

In the middle of all of this face hair debate, he decides to subdue me by shaving some of it up and he walked around with these big Wolverine style lamb chop sideburns for a while.  They were so truly horrid.  I laughed my ass off in between fits of embarrassment for him.

Then, he lets it grow again.  The beard, I mean.  I finally ask him the other day if he is going to trim it up because he has gotten into the habit of twirling the long goatee part, yes like some kind of villain.  Except he doesn’t do it into one big twist, oh no, he does it into three little twists.  I ask him about his behavior, call me oddly fascinated.  He tells me he likes it that way because that is how Mr. Echo on Lost wore his and he cuts one little twist off after killing someone as a sign of penance.  Should I worry about this rational?  Or just except it as yet another one of my love’s quirks?  I except it.  Goodness knows I have as many or more quirks, it’s wonderful to meet your match.  Facial hair or no.

Anyway, I thought up this subject after seeing this picture on sheCHIVE.com

http://shechive.com/2009/12/24/i-promise-there-are-no-normal-pictures-in-this-post/

I can truly say this is one thing my hubby hasn’t tried.  Of course, now that he sees how ‘cool’ it looks, he probably will.  Oh God, what have I done?

burn baby burn!

Okay, people what is wrong with HAPPY HOLIDAYS?  Not one damn thing?  I like not being looked down upon for not celebrating Christmas.  I like having thoughts of my own and an opinion of my own.  I love being Atheist!  So, take your Christmas and go shove it up your…

another one bites the dust!

Sorry, I happen to feel strongly about this subject.  Living here in the heart land, surrounded by like 30 different Christian based churches makes me feel like I am being held under water in a baptismal.  And we all know that feeling, some of us have known it three times for three different Christian based religions!  Guess none of them ever took.

poor little girl, this is what happens when Santa hates your family

I guess that my position in this ‘war’ of stupidity is that I don’t care what any of you believe, and why the hell should you care what I believe?  Just stop pushing your overbearing, craziness onto the rest of us.  Stop pissing people off.  Winter is hard enough to get through without all of this childish bickering about what was or wasn’t said in a tv commercial.  Try and think outside of the tiny box you live in and see that their are more people in this world then just you.  And most of them don’t think exactly the way you do, and that doesn’t make them wrong!

I just liked this image, dunno why, enjoy!

So, here is my solution!  Next year we all just say “Merry Winter Festivities!”  and leave it at that!  That should cover everything and not be judgemental or offensive to anyone!  Yea!   I ended a war on stupidity!  Go me!!!

I had to work 14 hours the night before/morning of Thanksgiving.  Then, instead of going right to sleep, I decide to watch the parade.  ’Cause I just want to be normal for a while.

I get lonely and call the family to have them bring over the niece and nephew because they are the only other ones that could possibly get as excited over the Sponge Bob balloon as I am.

Then, the rest of my family shows up with a van load of food for the communal meal.  The only problem is that true to form they are ready an hour and a half before the assigned meal time.

So, we go crash the brother in laws house super early.  Thank goodness he is cool with my families take on time.

Still no sleep for me.  Was planning a nap between parade and food.  But whatever.

Mom is starving, and keeps saying that all the salads are going to go bad before the turkey is finished because there is no more room in the refrigerator.  Driving what little mind I have left crazy.  But I hold my tongue and tell her to eat some olives and nuts, it’ll be ready soon.  Can anyone say role reversal?

Finally my honey brings in the turkey and carves it and the ham up.  We start the buffet.  I tell mom to go right after the kids.

My love tried something new on the turkey, he brined it.  The totally terrifying part is that he found the recipe on the internet.  It is the most amazing thing that I have eaten in a long time.  Rock on baby boy!  All hail Google!

I make it all the way to dessert before I realize that I am about to pass out.  I force the parents to take me home.  By the time I get into bed it has been 22 hours since I woke up for work.

Now, I ask you, why couldn’t we have had Thanksgiving dinner at like 6pm so that I could actually be non-zombie for once?  Last year I passed out at the in-laws and slept the entire day away.  I even missed the meal!

Working nights is bad enough without everyone being inconsiderate.  I hate missing so much of the important things in life.  Wish we could win the powerball and I could stay home.

1)  Didn’t want it to end, just so that you could see where it took you

2)  Thought about it all day long because it was so very new and interesting?

Last night I dreamed that I was 17 and thin.  I was dating a very cute younger guy.  But that wasn’t the interesting part.  This is where it takes a turn from my normal dream.  My guy was a little person.  He was cute, sweet and wonderful!

In the beginning of the dream, Gordon (that was his name) and I were seeing each other but we weren’t super serious.  Then he invited me to go to one of his rich friends’ house for the weekend.  This house was awesome!!  It was one of those houses that had glass for outside walls and it was in the woods.  I think that I was the only average sized person there, but that never seemed to matter in the dream.

A few of us were hanging out on the second floor deck type of thing.  I just remember it being up high and attached to the house.  Gordon had gone somewhere inside, I wasn’t sure where.  Then it happened, huge chunks of ice started falling from the sky, like gigantic hail.  One of Gordon’s friends got hit by the first piece.  It nailed him right in the head, he died right after that.  I got hit in the calf by another one as we were running to get into the glass house.

The hail didn’t stop, it was getting worse and worse, and I was really starting to panic, because I couldn’t find Gordon anywhere.  I was standing on the second floor cat walk screaming for Gordon, while the others were gathered around trying to help the guy that had gotten hit in the head.  No one was trying to get away from the windows which were being made into swiss cheese by the apocalyptic type hailstorm.  Suddenly, Gordon appeared on the first floor and I ran down the circular staircase so fast it didn’t even register with me.  I just knew that I had to get to him.  He looked so stressed out and worried about me.

As I got to him, I pulled him into the hallway.  It was the only place in the house that wasn’t floor to ceiling windows.  I just remember the relief I felt when I finally wrapped my arms around him, I could really tell in that moment I loved him.  I was also fairly sure that this storm was a signal of the end of the world and that is when the teen hormones kicked in.  We were kissing so intently that we could barely stumble into the room I was staying in and when we did get there, the window was almost obliterated.  So, I pulled him into the closet and basically ravaged him.

Then my alarm went off.

I am not sure why this dream was so captivating.  I generally ravage someone in my dreams and I am usually a hottie.  I guess that it threw me off balance because in the beginning this didn’t feel like a naughty dream.  (You know the type.)  But the emotions were so powerful and real.  I would love to say that I have had emotions of that caliber in my actual life, but I don’t think that I have.  It didn’t matter that the sky was literally falling or that we were all doomed, in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be alone with him forever, to love him until the end of time.

What an odd way to wake up.  On the one hand, the world wasn’t smashing down around me in reality.  On the other, I will most likely never get to see Gordon again.  I don’t understand this sense of loss that has followed me around all day.  Has anyone else ever fallen in love with a figment of their imagination?  Outside of mental patients, thank you.  I suppose that I could look at it this way, my potential to love is more extreme then I ever gave it credit for and perhaps I should tap into that a little more often.

You could share your crazy dreams with me so that I don’t feel quite so out of my mind.