Since it's been well- a bloody long time and because the Angels of Rexicoricofallipatorius have been missing me, sending me long, heart-wrenching love letters to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a blog post, I thought...meeeehwell. WHY NOT?
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So anyhooo, just a list of things I've been DYING to SAY for the past few AMAZINGLY NON-DREADFUL MONTHS (yeah, Board exams are overrated.)
So let the drumroll begin.
OKAY, NUMERO UNO.
I love Doctor Who. Have I ever mentioned THE DEPTH OF MY UNQUENCHABLE, UNDIMINISHABLE, INDESTRUCTIBLE, OUT-OF-THE-WORLD ADULATION for this show, which makes me Invent words with Un-prefixes and makes the synapses in my brain misfire.
And I LOVE MATT SMITH. It's like The Doctor keeps changing but the show just remains as Fantastic as ever.
And honestly? I love the Moffat era as much as I loved the RTD era. While the former maintains "wittier" story lines with less "emotions", the RTD era thrived on character development and heart-warming relationships and of course the action-packed season finales.
One problem I had INITIALLY with the show was that the Eleventh Doctor embodies all the characteristics the Tenth Doctor possessed. After "The Parting of The Ways"there was a very conspicuous difference between Ecclestone's and David's doctor in the Christmas special itself.
While the Ninth was secretive, (although he involves his companions more than the Eleventh :/), sincere, suffering from the loss of his planet, he carried himself with aplomb avec a certain indifference to others (not disdain though) which I think really captured the heart of his audience.
The Tenth Doctor got along with Rose's family like "ice on fiiiiire" (I've always wanted to use this somewhere :P). He was witty, charismatic, EXPRESSIVE (God, he was expressive) and had a fascinating way of translating RUBBISH into technobabble. He also had a darker side, you'd almost think he's bipolar and David executed these mood transitions immaculately.
And well, let's get to the Eleventh. I honestly feel that he's just a sliiiightly different version of the Tenth, only differing in the acting styles of David and Matt and the fact that he doesn't mope. EVER.
And Amy & Rory bring a very interesting dynamic to the show (remember Amy's choice? Respect Amy. Respect.) It's one of favourite sci-fi romances ever. Or favourite romantic story ever. Seriously.
The Girl Who Waited and The Boy Who Waited
OHMYGOD.
HAVE I MENTIONED HOW AMAZING THE MASTER IS.
John Simm LITERALLY stole the show in the three parter Season 3 finale. The Doctor just sat in a little cage looking like Gollum and John Simm melted my little heart and cut up brains from little children *blink*
BUT WHO CARES?
HE IS INTELLIGENT. I LOVE INTELLIGENT PEOPLE. WHO HAPPEN TO BE GOOD-LOOKING ALIEN TIME LORDS ASWELL.
Okay I think it's time to calm down. SERATONIN CAN YOU DO IT. OR NOT?
PART DEUX.
God, there is so much more I want to speak about Doctor Who, it's like my very-relaxed-this-whole-blog-post vocal chords are SCREAMING FOR ENCORE.
Okay. Formula One.
THE FORMULA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AUSTRALIAN GP 2012 IS GO.
Sounds so cool.
It's like you stagnate from November to March to just hear Chris say that.
and this year, I'm switching my last-three-years loyalty for Sebastian Vettel back to RAIKONNEN WHO IS BACK and Jenson Button.
Vettel. Too many people love you now. *tsktsk*
You're no longer that young Rookie in the Toro Rosso anymore. :/ Time to support the underdogs.
BUT RAIKONNEN IS BACK. PARTAYYYYYY.
and finally NUMBER THREE.
There is no number three actually.
I just wanted to incessantly gush over Doctor Who and Formula 1 and then run off.
OHNO.
Forget that.
There is no number three actually.
I just wanted to incessantly gush over Doctor Who and Formula 1 and then run off.
Einstein wins. Opera had some equipment technical glitch glitch glitchety glitch.
We can still sit on a particle on a light ray zooming at 300000000 m/s and not be able to overtake it. YESWECAN.
You can read about it HERE.
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2012/03/icarus-neutrinos/
These things are in my mind half-the-time in the middle of my Board exams-cum-Competitive Exams. Bleh.
_________ ____________
__________________________________________________________
So anyhooo, just a list of things I've been DYING to SAY for the past few AMAZINGLY NON-DREADFUL MONTHS (yeah, Board exams are overrated.)
So let the drumroll begin.
OKAY, NUMERO UNO.
I love Doctor Who. Have I ever mentioned THE DEPTH OF MY UNQUENCHABLE, UNDIMINISHABLE, INDESTRUCTIBLE, OUT-OF-THE-WORLD ADULATION for this show, which makes me Invent words with Un-prefixes and makes the synapses in my brain misfire.
And I LOVE MATT SMITH. It's like The Doctor keeps changing but the show just remains as Fantastic as ever.
One problem I had INITIALLY with the show was that the Eleventh Doctor embodies all the characteristics the Tenth Doctor possessed. After "The Parting of The Ways"there was a very conspicuous difference between Ecclestone's and David's doctor in the Christmas special itself.
While the Ninth was secretive, (although he involves his companions more than the Eleventh :/), sincere, suffering from the loss of his planet, he carried himself with aplomb avec a certain indifference to others (not disdain though) which I think really captured the heart of his audience.
The Tenth Doctor got along with Rose's family like "ice on fiiiiire" (I've always wanted to use this somewhere :P). He was witty, charismatic, EXPRESSIVE (God, he was expressive) and had a fascinating way of translating RUBBISH into technobabble. He also had a darker side, you'd almost think he's bipolar and David executed these mood transitions immaculately.
And well, let's get to the Eleventh. I honestly feel that he's just a sliiiightly different version of the Tenth, only differing in the acting styles of David and Matt and the fact that he doesn't mope. EVER.
BUT GUESS WHAT. I'M NOT COMPLAINING. THEY'RE ALL BRILLIANT.
And Amy & Rory bring a very interesting dynamic to the show (remember Amy's choice? Respect Amy. Respect.) It's one of favourite sci-fi romances ever. Or favourite romantic story ever. Seriously.
The Girl Who Waited and The Boy Who Waited
OHMYGOD.
HAVE I MENTIONED HOW AMAZING THE MASTER IS.
John Simm LITERALLY stole the show in the three parter Season 3 finale. The Doctor just sat in a little cage looking like Gollum and John Simm melted my little heart and cut up brains from little children *blink*
BUT WHO CARES?
HE IS INTELLIGENT. I LOVE INTELLIGENT PEOPLE. WHO HAPPEN TO BE GOOD-LOOKING ALIEN TIME LORDS ASWELL.
Okay I think it's time to calm down. SERATONIN CAN YOU DO IT. OR NOT?
PART DEUX.
God, there is so much more I want to speak about Doctor Who, it's like my very-relaxed-this-whole-blog-post vocal chords are SCREAMING FOR ENCORE.
Okay. Formula One.
THE FORMULA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AUSTRALIAN GP 2012 IS GO.
Sounds so cool.
It's like you stagnate from November to March to just hear Chris say that.
and this year, I'm switching my last-three-years loyalty for Sebastian Vettel back to RAIKONNEN WHO IS BACK and Jenson Button.
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| KIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Arjun and I missed you. :/ |
Vettel. Too many people love you now. *tsktsk*
You're no longer that young Rookie in the Toro Rosso anymore. :/ Time to support the underdogs.
BUT RAIKONNEN IS BACK. PARTAYYYYYY.
and finally NUMBER THREE.
There is no number three actually.
I just wanted to incessantly gush over Doctor Who and Formula 1 and then run off.
OHNO.
Forget that.
Einstein wins. Opera had some equipment technical glitch glitch glitchety glitch.
We can still sit on a particle on a light ray zooming at 300000000 m/s and not be able to overtake it. YESWECAN.
You can read about it HERE.
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2012/03/icarus-neutrinos/
I VOLUNTEER FOR TIME TRAVEL! TAKE ME.
These things are in my mind half-the-time in the middle of my Board exams-cum-Competitive Exams. Bleh.
I don't how competitive exams work on people who don't WANT to compete and just want to "learn" and then dream. :/
Anyhoo.
Bye for now.
Imma use my grey cells a little.
Pft. Like I don't do that all the time.
-The Variable
In a hurry atm.
