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Dec. 25th, 2011
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Dec. 25th, 2011 10:24 amA frame-by-frame (and spoiler-laden) analysis of the first Hobbit trailer.
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Dec. 25th, 2011 10:30 amDame Helen Mirren wants to play Doctor Who. I would be extremely OK with this; also Cate Blanchett, or Tilda Swinton.
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Dec. 25th, 2011 10:38 amRolling things1 down hills in Skyrim.
1Including 2,500 wheels of cheese2!
2Which, of course, made me think of Russell T. Davies3.
3How could it not?
1Including 2,500 wheels of cheese2!
2Which, of course, made me think of Russell T. Davies3.
3How could it not?
Inexplicable email I have sent today
Dec. 25th, 2011 10:17 pmIn the story, it's actually a nervous breakdown of sorts- after Arthur
and Jack have an accident with the infinite Improbability drive (Jack
was attempting to, umm, discuss tactics with Arthur; chaos ensues), it
begins to rain kittens from the sky. The Daleks, of course, attempt to
exterminate the kittens; however, the kittens (which are also largely
unaffected by gravity), are completely unaffected by either the
Plunger of Doom or the Eggwhisk of Ultimate Despair (although the BBC
may use different terminology; must check).
This leads the Daleks to have a collective nervous breakdown, and decide
that founding a Hawaiian beach resort (in Surrey, or perhaps Northampton)
would be a good idea; Davros attempts to convince them otherwise, but
they only listen to him after he puts on a straw hat and appropriately garish
shirt, and promises to enter the limbo contest (for which, no doubt,
he will attempt to enlist Jack's assistance as a substitute.)
Meanwhile, strange reports are coming in of several European nations'
being driven to the brink of economic collapse caused by bar bills
racked up by some man who seems to be named after a car, and everyone
is turning for advice to mysterious two-headed self-help author Dohpaz
Beeblewhateveritstoohardtospellbackwards, colloquially known as
"Ron", author of the new self-help classic, I'm OK, You're OK, It's
the Planet That's Fucked. And *why* are so many people asking after
someone called "The Doctor"...?
(The llama costume? Infiltration purposes, one assumes.)
and Jack have an accident with the infinite Improbability drive (Jack
was attempting to, umm, discuss tactics with Arthur; chaos ensues), it
begins to rain kittens from the sky. The Daleks, of course, attempt to
exterminate the kittens; however, the kittens (which are also largely
unaffected by gravity), are completely unaffected by either the
Plunger of Doom or the Eggwhisk of Ultimate Despair (although the BBC
may use different terminology; must check).
This leads the Daleks to have a collective nervous breakdown, and decide
that founding a Hawaiian beach resort (in Surrey, or perhaps Northampton)
would be a good idea; Davros attempts to convince them otherwise, but
they only listen to him after he puts on a straw hat and appropriately garish
shirt, and promises to enter the limbo contest (for which, no doubt,
he will attempt to enlist Jack's assistance as a substitute.)
Meanwhile, strange reports are coming in of several European nations'
being driven to the brink of economic collapse caused by bar bills
racked up by some man who seems to be named after a car, and everyone
is turning for advice to mysterious two-headed self-help author Dohpaz
Beeblewhateveritstoohardtospellbackwards, colloquially known as
"Ron", author of the new self-help classic, I'm OK, You're OK, It's
the Planet That's Fucked. And *why* are so many people asking after
someone called "The Doctor"...?
(The llama costume? Infiltration purposes, one assumes.)