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hathycolOkay. Now that I am currently not trying to do three million things at once, and that I have a grand total of HOLY LORD NEARLY THREE HOURS spare in my life, I feel that now is a suitable time not to pack, or have lunch, or have a shower, but to tell the world about the awesomeness/weirdness/insaneness of a DocSoc marathon.
I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, or why Phil thought it was a good idea, but there we are. All of us got bunged on a random slot to run it, but running around at different times just to be there. I turned up at 9am, with doughnuts, a cheesecake and an attempt to be cheery. The marathon was held at Phil's house, so I awkwardly let myself in and discovered that the only person there was Andrew.
So, for about four hours, Andrew and I sat there and watched Doctor Who. I turned up just in time for the regeneration, and amused myself by catching up on the notes that I missed from the hours I wasn't there. These included alternate theme tunes for Torchwood (see the title) and some general oddness that I presume was brought on by the madness of the large amount of alcohol imbibed previous to me turning up.
Unfortunately, only two geeks in a room can make witty banter, but too often descends into madness. We talked about, you know, geeky stuff. Outpost Gallifrey, why Russell T Davis has Daddy Issues and fanfiction all came up pretty often. We did decide that the best way to improve New Earth was to either:
a. "Can you imagine William Hartnell doing this bit?" [for context, this is when the Doctor/Cassandra declares 'I'm dancing a samba, baby!']
"No. No, I can't. You just broke my soul. [pause] Funny if they're made Christopher Eccleston do it, though."
b. "Why didn't they just grow cows instead of people? Just big giant zombie cows. With AIDS."
Oh dear. I also got very annoyed at the historical accuracy of Tooth and Claw. Yes, I realise this is an episode about, y'know, ninja monks and werewolves, but remember the way the Reformation is eating my brain? I suddenly had a horrible flash of insight as Sir Robert said 'The monks of St Catherine's in the glen, for three hundred years...'
"What the hell," I said slowly, "are Catholic monks doing in Scotland in the nineteenth century?"
So instead of watching the episode, we started a long and spirited historical discussion. Three hundred years ago would have been the height of the Prsbyterian madness, but at the same time the Counter-Reformation. So were these monks brought in my the missionaries that converted the still-pagan bits of the Highlands? But where is Sir Robert's house? It's not that far up if it's still short of Inverness, right?
Andrew pointed out, in all fairness, the monks had a bloody great werewolf hidden away. Presbyterian ministers probably weren't too much hassle.
"Here's your new prayer book!"
"Yeah, and here's our werewolf."
"YOU SEE? THE PAPISTS ARE ALL EVAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGH."
"Howl."
Perhaps you see the sort of mental state we were in by this point. I haven't done this kind of really intellectual discussion of any sci-fi for a long time, or at least, not in terms real time discussion that I can bounce my ideas off. So it was enjoyable, possibly because I wasn't getting into the true madness of having spent too long curled up on one small chair.
After a while, Andrew staggered off to his band practice, but at this point some other dedicated geeks had turned up, and in the end for another few hours it was just me and a new membe rof the committee, Kirsty. We geeked out as only fangirls can, and lowered the tone significantly. Mostly, we focussed on Jackie's breasts in Rise of the Cybermen and talked about LiveJournal. And vampire porn. And medieval history.
As more people turned up in the evening, we started ignoring the episodes and just talking a lot. It was a nice evening, despite the inherant madness that was included. We did, however, as a group, all stay completely silent for one section - the Dalek and Cyberman argument in Doomsday.
Truly, we are the geeks. And it was fun.
Yesterday, not so fun. I spent the whole day running around like a madwoman. Or, er, sleeping. Which is very lazy of me, but the important part is that I have finished all the stuff I need to do, and all I need to do is have lunch, a shower, and finish packing. Busy, busy. Yes, off to Cambridge. See you on the flipside, etc, etc.
I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, or why Phil thought it was a good idea, but there we are. All of us got bunged on a random slot to run it, but running around at different times just to be there. I turned up at 9am, with doughnuts, a cheesecake and an attempt to be cheery. The marathon was held at Phil's house, so I awkwardly let myself in and discovered that the only person there was Andrew.
So, for about four hours, Andrew and I sat there and watched Doctor Who. I turned up just in time for the regeneration, and amused myself by catching up on the notes that I missed from the hours I wasn't there. These included alternate theme tunes for Torchwood (see the title) and some general oddness that I presume was brought on by the madness of the large amount of alcohol imbibed previous to me turning up.
Unfortunately, only two geeks in a room can make witty banter, but too often descends into madness. We talked about, you know, geeky stuff. Outpost Gallifrey, why Russell T Davis has Daddy Issues and fanfiction all came up pretty often. We did decide that the best way to improve New Earth was to either:
a. "Can you imagine William Hartnell doing this bit?" [for context, this is when the Doctor/Cassandra declares 'I'm dancing a samba, baby!']
"No. No, I can't. You just broke my soul. [pause] Funny if they're made Christopher Eccleston do it, though."
b. "Why didn't they just grow cows instead of people? Just big giant zombie cows. With AIDS."
Oh dear. I also got very annoyed at the historical accuracy of Tooth and Claw. Yes, I realise this is an episode about, y'know, ninja monks and werewolves, but remember the way the Reformation is eating my brain? I suddenly had a horrible flash of insight as Sir Robert said 'The monks of St Catherine's in the glen, for three hundred years...'
"What the hell," I said slowly, "are Catholic monks doing in Scotland in the nineteenth century?"
So instead of watching the episode, we started a long and spirited historical discussion. Three hundred years ago would have been the height of the Prsbyterian madness, but at the same time the Counter-Reformation. So were these monks brought in my the missionaries that converted the still-pagan bits of the Highlands? But where is Sir Robert's house? It's not that far up if it's still short of Inverness, right?
Andrew pointed out, in all fairness, the monks had a bloody great werewolf hidden away. Presbyterian ministers probably weren't too much hassle.
"Here's your new prayer book!"
"Yeah, and here's our werewolf."
"YOU SEE? THE PAPISTS ARE ALL EVAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGH."
"Howl."
Perhaps you see the sort of mental state we were in by this point. I haven't done this kind of really intellectual discussion of any sci-fi for a long time, or at least, not in terms real time discussion that I can bounce my ideas off. So it was enjoyable, possibly because I wasn't getting into the true madness of having spent too long curled up on one small chair.
After a while, Andrew staggered off to his band practice, but at this point some other dedicated geeks had turned up, and in the end for another few hours it was just me and a new membe rof the committee, Kirsty. We geeked out as only fangirls can, and lowered the tone significantly. Mostly, we focussed on Jackie's breasts in Rise of the Cybermen and talked about LiveJournal. And vampire porn. And medieval history.
As more people turned up in the evening, we started ignoring the episodes and just talking a lot. It was a nice evening, despite the inherant madness that was included. We did, however, as a group, all stay completely silent for one section - the Dalek and Cyberman argument in Doomsday.
Truly, we are the geeks. And it was fun.
Yesterday, not so fun. I spent the whole day running around like a madwoman. Or, er, sleeping. Which is very lazy of me, but the important part is that I have finished all the stuff I need to do, and all I need to do is have lunch, a shower, and finish packing. Busy, busy. Yes, off to Cambridge. See you on the flipside, etc, etc.
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Date: 2007-03-02 12:38 pm (UTC)Apparently BBC America (if only I had cable!) is going to start showing Robin Hood this weekend. There was a lovely ad for it on the tear-off side of my Netflix wrapper. Aforementioned lovely ad is now pinned up at my cubicle at work, for everyone to admire and say "WTF is that?" Thanks, my lovely BBC pimp!
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Date: 2007-03-02 07:08 pm (UTC)