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hathycolOh, I don't want to wait until Christmas. This one, for the sake of continuity, was watched with Bloke's Family, which meant that all the bits I'd normally shout at didn't get the shouting.
Firstly, before we get onto The Big Bit, I laughed and laughed and loved the Cybermen vs Dalek fight. That probably makes me a bit childish, but I also thought that Alien vs Predator had the possibility to be the best horror film of all time, so in all honesty, don't listen to me. One Dalek could have totally wasted the entire army, and this amuses me vastly, as well as the taunting. Fab.
The plot was sketchy in places, though. What about the Cybermen with no dust? What the hell is going on with Yvonne? (Actually, I have a wonderfully long and convuluted theory about Why Thatcher Liked Torchwood, And How It Then Makes UNIT canon, but a public community is not the place for a post that will, um, end with a loud cry of how Tony Benn would have kept the Cybermen and the Daleks out. Ahem.) And, um, the glasses what? But I will not complain, because I still enjoyed it. Iffy in places though a lot of episodes can be, I enjoy them, because it's a bit of an adventure on a Saturday night. Isn't that the point?
Jackie Is Love. She's a concerned mother but most importantly, she gets her family back. That's ignored a bit. And it shouldn't be.
Oh, Rose. There's a lot of people saying that perhaps this one should have ended ten minutes earlier, and I'm tempted to disagree. Rose Saved The World, and now she gets her family, and GOOD. That is how it should be. Angsty Rose is a bit shite, and always has been, to be honest, and it annoys me and it scares me that she's so dim. As an audience, we know that she should Get On With It. The Doctor=Loss, and we've had Sarah-Jane, Reinette, and even Elton to prove that this year. And Rose's reaction didn't ring true.
Basically, I didn't like the last bit, but I did love the bits previous to it. And I am tired so this is not coherant. Roll on Christmas? I would have cried a bit, because Rusty pulls ALL THE RIGHT STRINGS THE BASTARD but, you know, someone elses family.
God, I'm tired. I haven't been updating because I'm either out, working, or asleep. Except for the sleeping part, THAT IS A LIE.
I went out to Simon's For Tea last night (that's right, I am becoming institutionalised) and I came home nice and early because all I wanted to do was have a sleep and I was fed up of the sick feeling that every morning was giving me through sheer exhaustion. Mum and Dad are not in, so Megan is left on her lonesome. Except she goes walkabout at about 10.15pm, doesn't lock the dog up properly, the dog barks, I wake up and spend much of the night finding out where the hell she is. She had permission from Mum for this, I discover, but not locking the dog up properly? THANK YOU FOR THAT MEGAN.
I went to bed at midnight when the dog finally settled down and deliberately stomped around this morning so everyone could suffer the time in the morning I had to be awake for. I still fed the dog though, because bizarrely he is the only one in the sorry tale of Colleen Working For Eight Mornings Solidly that I have yet to get really angry with.
Anyway. I have an urge to write some fic. I want to write something post-Doomsday that I started plotting last night, but I have a ficathon to write for instead that I know, now, is going to kill me. I do these things two days beforehand, traditionally, because I can never think of anything except for under pressure, but oh god THIS REQUIRES PLOT AND I WILL DIE. I don't do plot. Erk.
... and now, I am going out for a little bit, and then I am having a night in. A proper night in, where I go to sleep early, and actually throw stuff at anything that moves too noisily, or uses their thrice-damned phone, or has the TV on too loud, or barks. And I will sleep and this run of shifts at work will not kill me. I'm still getting the gist of it, but I am getting slightly better. My hands are not adjusting so well, alas, but hey, I don't mind the fact that they feel a bit like sandpaper, SO THAT IS OKAY.
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, before we get onto The Big Bit, I laughed and laughed and loved the Cybermen vs Dalek fight. That probably makes me a bit childish, but I also thought that Alien vs Predator had the possibility to be the best horror film of all time, so in all honesty, don't listen to me. One Dalek could have totally wasted the entire army, and this amuses me vastly, as well as the taunting. Fab.
The plot was sketchy in places, though. What about the Cybermen with no dust? What the hell is going on with Yvonne? (Actually, I have a wonderfully long and convuluted theory about Why Thatcher Liked Torchwood, And How It Then Makes UNIT canon, but a public community is not the place for a post that will, um, end with a loud cry of how Tony Benn would have kept the Cybermen and the Daleks out. Ahem.) And, um, the glasses what? But I will not complain, because I still enjoyed it. Iffy in places though a lot of episodes can be, I enjoy them, because it's a bit of an adventure on a Saturday night. Isn't that the point?
Jackie Is Love. She's a concerned mother but most importantly, she gets her family back. That's ignored a bit. And it shouldn't be.
Oh, Rose. There's a lot of people saying that perhaps this one should have ended ten minutes earlier, and I'm tempted to disagree. Rose Saved The World, and now she gets her family, and GOOD. That is how it should be. Angsty Rose is a bit shite, and always has been, to be honest, and it annoys me and it scares me that she's so dim. As an audience, we know that she should Get On With It. The Doctor=Loss, and we've had Sarah-Jane, Reinette, and even Elton to prove that this year. And Rose's reaction didn't ring true.
Basically, I didn't like the last bit, but I did love the bits previous to it. And I am tired so this is not coherant. Roll on Christmas? I would have cried a bit, because Rusty pulls ALL THE RIGHT STRINGS THE BASTARD but, you know, someone elses family.
God, I'm tired. I haven't been updating because I'm either out, working, or asleep. Except for the sleeping part, THAT IS A LIE.
I went out to Simon's For Tea last night (that's right, I am becoming institutionalised) and I came home nice and early because all I wanted to do was have a sleep and I was fed up of the sick feeling that every morning was giving me through sheer exhaustion. Mum and Dad are not in, so Megan is left on her lonesome. Except she goes walkabout at about 10.15pm, doesn't lock the dog up properly, the dog barks, I wake up and spend much of the night finding out where the hell she is. She had permission from Mum for this, I discover, but not locking the dog up properly? THANK YOU FOR THAT MEGAN.
I went to bed at midnight when the dog finally settled down and deliberately stomped around this morning so everyone could suffer the time in the morning I had to be awake for. I still fed the dog though, because bizarrely he is the only one in the sorry tale of Colleen Working For Eight Mornings Solidly that I have yet to get really angry with.
Anyway. I have an urge to write some fic. I want to write something post-Doomsday that I started plotting last night, but I have a ficathon to write for instead that I know, now, is going to kill me. I do these things two days beforehand, traditionally, because I can never think of anything except for under pressure, but oh god THIS REQUIRES PLOT AND I WILL DIE. I don't do plot. Erk.
... and now, I am going out for a little bit, and then I am having a night in. A proper night in, where I go to sleep early, and actually throw stuff at anything that moves too noisily, or uses their thrice-damned phone, or has the TV on too loud, or barks. And I will sleep and this run of shifts at work will not kill me. I'm still getting the gist of it, but I am getting slightly better. My hands are not adjusting so well, alas, but hey, I don't mind the fact that they feel a bit like sandpaper, SO THAT IS OKAY.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-07-09 07:50 pm (UTC)