July 2nd, 2006
|01:58 pm - *is dead from awesome*|
Have just seen Army of Ghosts.
WHY ISN'T IT NEXT WEEK NOW, DAMMIT!
ETA: So, I went out into the hallway to do a little dance about the awesomeness of this episode.
Shut up, it's a thing I do, okay?
...And part-way through I tripped on the rug, and rolled my ankle. And had to crawl back into my bedroom.
Now my ankle is all swollen and owie and I can't put my weight on it.
I HATE YOU AND YOUR BRILLIANCE, RUSTY!
WE WANTS IT NOW, PRECIOUSSSSSS!!
*has also just seen it, obviously*
RUSTY YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD!
I could've kissed Mickey when he appeared.
We need a TARDIS to jump ahead to next Sunday.
I KNOW! Mickey Mickey Mickey yay!
Also, I had heard "the Daleks are back" so many times that I had stopped believing it. So it was like an anti-spoiler for me.
|Date:||July 2nd, 2006 06:25 am (UTC)|| |
I sprained my ankle exactly the same way when I was watching "School Reunion"! Well, actually I stopped to do a dance and slipped on an old copy of Famous magazine that my flatmate had left on the floor, but the result was PAIN.
I just finished "Army of Ghosts" too, and I'm still ded from awesome. "GHOSTBUSTERS!"
Our fandom is ankle-sprainingly good?
(Seriously, though, I really shouldn't be that surprised. After all those years of ballet, my ankles are, quite basically, fucked. There was a point where I couldn't go two weeks without twisting an ankle...)
And the Ghostbusters bit was WIN!
|Date:||July 2nd, 2006 06:32 am (UTC)|| |
I've had three bad sprains so far this year -- and I don't even have ballet as an excuse. piecesofalice
bought me a ten-pack of bandages.
Is it wrong that by the last five minutes, I was basically sitting on the edge of
the bed chanting, "COME ON THE DALEKS!"?
I haven't had a serious sprain in ages. And this one is hobble-about-able, so I don't think it'll be that bad, either. The serious ones I literally cannot walk on.
Though, when I was about 6 years old, I was on crutches for a while with a very severe sprain - as in, they thought it was broken until the X-ray. I suspect that may have something to do with my tendency now.
(But seriously, how fitting is it for Doctor Who fans to twist their ankles?)
Also, I'd heard the Dalek thing so many times, and from such lousy sources, that I had entirely given it away as a fake. So I literally shrieked when they turned up.
Most people seem to like it.
I'm not so sure. There were very good bits, definitely (Ten's face when he find's out Jackie's still in the TARDIS; Jackie snogging Ten a bit before; hell, the Doctor in Torchwood in general) but I don't get the yay this much. I *didn't* so much like the Ghostbusters bit (somehow, Tennant on his own doesn't work that well for me...) and did they *have* to bring back te Daleks so soon? It seems so....sensationalistic and a cheap thrill. There was no way this story could have worked with just the Cybermen?
And the 3d glasses look profoundly silly. Esp since that sort of 3d viewing is old. Polarised light is now used, not two different colours. Would have made a bit more sense from a technical POV, too. As far as any of that bit did.
Mickey coming back, now that was cool.
I loved the Ghostbusters bit, it made me laugh so much. So that's a "your mileage may vary" thing, I expect.
And it really depends on what they do with the Daleks if it was worth it. (Though, considering Daleks are what made me a DW fan, I'm not arguing...)
And I found the 3D glasses thing amusing - come on, how very Doctor-ish is it to have some shoddy old 3D glasses lying around, rather than something new and high-tech?
But the Mickey thing was brilliant. 'Cos I knew he was back, but didn't expect him then, and I was just all "Eeeee!"
Are we allowed to point and laugh?
::point point point::
::laugh laugh laugh::
You know, if my foot wasn't swollen, I'd kick you.
You could try hitting me with a big stick.
Although I'm fairly sure I could outrun you.
*starts pondering the merits of assorted projectile weapons*
I have a projectile kitten. So ask yourself: do you feel lucky?
My Sycorax have taken control of the worlds kittens.
Consider yourself pwned.
That's cheating. You're a cheater, you are. Cheat.
What did you expect? I'm evil.
::averts gaze from icon::
Mwahahaha! There is no escape!
I'm a throwback to Classic Who, it seems.
Sue Rusty. Where there's blame there's a claim as the personal injury adverts always say.
I can just imagine that. "Cause of claim? A television episode that was so exciting I injured myself squeeing over it."
This show, it's dangerous, you know. Beware...