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Finally got the chance to watch the Doctor Who Xmas Special. It was quite interesting. There will be no spoilers, but if anyone else wants to see it, it can definitely be arranged :-).
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Amazing! Let me know when you've watched it so we can talk about it :-).

Ok...some have watched it. Don't read the comments if you don't want spoilers :-).
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Yep, boredom begets boredom until someone calls and says "let's watch Doctor Who." Ok, to be real, she didn't exactly say that, but that's what's happening, so others who wish to watch The Doctor are invited. Come one, come all. Now.
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Say it ain't so! Wired is saying that both Torchwood and Doctor Who will be reduced to "not really a season" status. Why do they DO these things to great shows while leaving really crappy TV shows to run incessantly and bore us to tears? ARGH!

Barrowman to Return to Torchwood Mini-Series | The Underwire from Wired.com:
Following up on a report here earlier this week, Torchwood will indeed be returning for a third, but very brief, season with series star John Barrowman (pictured) in command.
But, executive producer Julie Gardner announced that the third season will include just five episodes -- most likely to air all in one week as an event mini-series. In keeping with that event label, Torchwood will graduate up to flagship network BBC1.
Gardner claims the move was made in an attempt to make a huge media splash with the show's third season. The decision to cut down production to just this special event echoes what Torchwood's original inspiration, Doctor Who, is doing on BBC1 in 2009. Who will be taking a partial hiatus, producing a set of specials to air sporadically during the year, before returning for a full series under new showrunner Steven Moffatt in 2010.
Season three of Torchwood will start filming in August, but there is still no set word if show creator Russell T. Davies will be back, since he already announced his departure as Doctor Who executive producer.
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Russell T Davies bows out of Doctor Who | The Register:
Russell T Davies is stepping down from his executive producer and lead writer role on the BBC's pride and joy Doctor Who, no doubt to a mixed chorus of grateful cheers and sardonic smirks.
According to the Beeb, Davies - dubbed "spectacularly talented" by BBC Fiction controller Jane Tranter - will remove himself after a Gatesian long goodbye. He'll be overseeing four Who specials next year, before at last handing over to Bafta award-winning colleague Steven Moffat.

Davies can indeed be celebrated for dusting off the venerable early-evening drama in 2005, and brilliantly reinvigorating it for new audiences in a way few could have thought possible. He sealed the deal with a raft of nifty production moves, including the controversial casting of Christopher Eccleston as the first new Doctor.
However, in his role as lead writer he all but squandered the heaps of goodwill he amassed through these strokes of genius by tossing off some of the sloppiest, most fan-enraging episodes of this or any BBC drama. A nadir was reached with the execrable Love and Monsters, which bafflingly cast Peter Kay as a great big fat bad unfunny thing. And the less said about his hubris-laden ooh-naughty-rude-words-and-sexy-stuff spin-off caper Torchwood, the better.
Moffat, responsible for the likes of the much-lauded and authentically shit-scary Blink episode, will be in the Tardis hotseat* for the fifth series in the spring of 2010. We'll be interested to see what Davies does next, but if he takes up a pen with renewed vigour, we may have to hide behind the sofa. And not in the good way. ®
*Yes, we know, it doesn't have seats to speak of. You know perfectly well what we meant.
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Gingerbread K-9 (from Doctor Who):

A tasty replica of K-9 from Doctor Who, by livejournaller therru: Link. This same nerd baker also crafted a tasty Tardis last year, and here are instructions. (thanks, AV)


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Thank you thank you thank you thank you [livejournal.com profile] calanish for the most wonderful present of the Doctor Who Christmas Special. W00t w00t! Yes, it is finally downloaded. Tomorrow it goes on my Apple TV for all who wish to see it. I'm doing the happy dance.

So who's the Queen of video, eh?

[Insert Snoopy Dance Here]

It was wonderful. Happy and sad, thoughtful and silly, typical Doctor.
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I always feel totally crappy when I have to get up really early in the morning, so Covert suggested we stay up all night and watch Torchwood and Doctor Who. never being one who would possibly turn down the idea of such total fun, we went out to Tachibana, then proceeded to have an all night Torchwood/Doctor Who thingit with [livejournal.com profile] calvinthedeeple keeping me warm.

After calling Air Jamaica and beingn told that they would hold the connecting flight for us, and them telling us to be at the airport 2 hours before our now 10:30 flight, that meant leaving the house at about 7, which really wasn't so bad. Even better was volunteering poor Covert to drive us up so we wouldn't have to pay big bucks parking fees for our 2 weeks away. We WERE going to take his car, but then realized that all the crap wouldn't fit. Luckily, the ML-430 was registered and we could load it full of cruft and get up to BWI with plenty of time. Upon reaching the front of the line, we were informed that Bonaire bound passengers would be staying overnight in Montego Bay due to our departure delay, said departure delay being due to crew rest requirements because the crew got in so late due to the fog. So rather than send up another crew, we get this nightmare scenario. We quickly attempted to figure out what kind of room we were likely to be saddled with in Montego Bay, and wondered what type of security it might or might not have. Then we tried to go through security, where my prescription shampoo set off TSA sensors, who then went through my bag and told me that most of my toiletries had more than the allocated 3 oz and were therefore evil and must be checked. I had another bag within a bag so I went and checked them. It was a very tiny bag, nonetheless I got one of those really cool "Notice of Baggage Inspection." I hope they had a good time with my toothpaste and hair conditioner.

While we were enroute, we were told that the very airplane we were one would be the one going to Bonaire. No worries about luggage not getting there. Now, this took an interesting method of pissing off all of the other passengers whose connections DID arrive on time who had to deplane another aircraft which suddenly had some sort of mechanical problems, then some on down to the other end of the airport and get on ours, after a 2 hour wait. Funny how that works out sometimes. Upon arrival in Bonaire I found that one of my cases was opened and LEFT opened, arriving on the carousel with a piece here, a piece there, etc. Course that was my video rig case. There are indeed some missing parts, and I have to go over the rest of the housing with a fine tooth comb before I can trust it in the water. *sigh*

We are here. We are at Habitat. It is nice. I am tired. So there.
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Wow.... stayed up til about 4 showing the end of Season 3 of the new Doctor Who followed by Torchwood. It was very amusing to watch poor Covert trying to stay awake. [livejournal.com profile] dukeostuff had no problem with that part. Covert lasted til about 1 I think. Poor [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh has an ear infection and is not feeling great. Regardless, he came with me to get yet more brine shrimp for the still Recalcitrant Seahorses. Grumble.
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Friday night: Coriolanus performance complete with wonderful photos (by KierDuros) and much revelry afterward at Bennigans. I crawled into bed at some ungodly hour. Saturday: Complete lazy slug hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] dogpooh before leaving early for yet another Coriolanus performance and fabulous cast party at [livejournal.com profile] lonebear and [livejournal.com profile] giraffeaholic home. Crawled into bed at ungodly hour +3 or so. Sunday: Did some fish tank maintenance including procuring macro algae to make refugium happy, lounged around like a slug again, then went to see [livejournal.com profile] badmagic where Doctor Who was had, albeit on really small screen. "Blink" is still my favorite episode from Season 3. One never looks at statues the same way again.

The week to come so far...Monday: the joys of stress echocardiogram this afternoon and hopefully a Lindy class this evening. Tuesday: line reading. Wed: catching up on everything I've ignored. Thurs: catching up on what I put off Wed. Fri: Coriolanus performance Hear this, Triton of the Minnows - BE THERE! :-)
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Spike in Doctor Who and Torchwood? If this story is true, yeppers. Too bad it isn't going to happen til 2008.
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So, here at the Doctor Who festival, our fun thusfar has included the Free and the Easy who wanted to see the dogs. While they first went barking hysterically at the thought of NEW PEOPLE, Calvin not included of course, as he is a people. Soon, however, the dogs decided to settle down and decided that Free was a dog bed. Calvin, however, had a people bed, named Free. When poor Free wanted to go back inside, I told the dogs to go inside. All dutifully followed the command, except for Calvin.

Calvin: I don't have to do that because I'm not a dog. I'm a PEOPLE. You said so.
Me: Oh holy hell, here we go.
Luppy (from inside): NOT FAIR!
Me: Well Calvin, if you're going to be a people, why are you sitting on Free?
Calvin: Because she's a PEOPLE BED!

Yes, I am in trouble now.
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Oh man, I just saw the most hilarious commercial on BBC America. It claims that not even the Brits understand their accent 100% of the time, so we should all use closed captioning :-).

BBC America is running many marathons incluing Doctor Who Season One (what a lovely coincidence). Last night was Hex. Very amusing.
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They are running the old and busted Eurovision Song Contest next Saturday night and pre-empting DOCTOR WHO! How DARE they do something so ridiculous? I am shocked! I am appalled! I am incredulous!

This is WRONG WRONG WRONG for those of us who are glued to the torrents. And the preview shows CAPTAIN JACK (of Torchwood fame and DW Season 2) in it!!!!

How will I survive?!?!?
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Doctor Who festival will ensue at my house around 2, starting with the new Season 3 off of my AppleTV. If you know where I live, you are invited. If you want stuff, bring it cuz the fire dept. doesn't allow me to cook, and shopping frightens me.

See ya there.
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Saturday was really nice and laid back, as the monster child deigned to hang out with her mom. We had a few visitors ([livejournal.com profile] lionessindc, her lovely SO, and later on my friend Larry), and the child found oodles of fun in bragging to her friends that she was among the first US people to see the first episode of the third season of Doctor Who as her geek mother obtained it (thank you [livejournal.com profile] calanish and put it on AppleTV. Hooray for fair use. Sunday I hung out most of the morning, decadently watching TV (including a horribly bad documentary on the Loch Ness Monster complete with inaccurate and misleading dive terminology), did my 30 minutes on the bike, and went to visit [livejournal.com profile] badmagic to indoctrinate him to Torchwood, eat his wonderful leek and asparagus soup (although one should never eat anything green...it's against the laws of nature) and meet one of his friends who was a lot of fun. When I got home, I stayed up way too late attempting to diagnose a bad DVD burning issue, figuring I could sleep in.

HA! I stupidly forgot to reset my whitelist interceptor after a power hit (all too common living out here in the woods) and I was rudely awakened at 8 by some kind of telemarketer type that I didn't answer, but damn was I awake anyway. I had spent most of the night tossing and turning as a result of being unable to breathe because of trees wantonly having sex in my nose. I very much doubt I'll be able to do my exercise bike today due to inability to breathe. I've also banished any ideas of doing an audition this evening, as they are not in need of an Elmer Fudd type character for this particular play. Disappointing, but for the best given that my next few weeks are going to be quite busy, and it's not likely I would have time to do anything outside the norm. Child is on spring break, Mom has surgery in 2 days, DO this weekend, a mandatory class next week, a gastro appointment, plus finding time in there somewhere to clue bat clients and ship products. None of this is really getting done when my nose is so damn stuffy.

Herbalist, heal thyself echoes in the back of my brain (the non stuffy part) so I am going to make an evil herbal concoction, steam the sinuses, and seek out local honey, although I know that bees eat flower pollen and not evil tree sex pollen. Can't take those crazy meds with pseudoephedrine in them cuz my heart rate goes to 11 and I turn funny colors. That rules out most decongestants. Bah, humbug.

I know this week will get better. It's April, my favorite month of the year with all the cool flowers and spring stuff and bunnies and easter eggs, and nice weather mostly, and all that stuff. I just have to get a little better air flow and I'll be peachy keen. And I'll be using my wonderful automatic tea maker (looks like a coffee maker only much cooler and makes really great noises like a rocket launching and makes great tea too) And I'll be taking it easy today for the most part. Foo!
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We recently purchased an ever so cool 5 disc DVD changer, and there are 5 DVDs of Season Two of the new Doctor Who, so we figured we'd watch that while playing numerous games to amuse ourselves. This one was called "I've got your tongue." The blue and yellow guest had lots of fun playing this game, whereas the human male guest threatened to scratch my eyes out if I did it to him. What a spoilsport :-).

I eventually gave the blue guest his tongue back as he yelled "I'm a BLUE CHICKEN" and began to chew on the remote. Isn't that always the case with guests?

Now, where's the damn chocolate already?

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