Just A Couple Of Things That I Wrote

"The clock is ticking!" Lindsay shouted. I tried to ignore her. I had enough to worry about right now. 

Wiping beads of sweat off my forehead, I crouched behind the display case. 

 "We've only got ten minutes left to got to the ostrich egg before the beer zombies do!" 

She rolled her eyes. "Duh, Mr. Exposition."

Somewhere deep inside the gift shop, a timer rang out. Not good.

"Oh, for—" 

 

Overanalysis Of and WMG About River Song

My dears, I am far overdue for another Doctor Who-themed post. I'm sorry if you do not watch or do not like Doctor Who—in the case of the former, it's a great show and you should give it a chance; in case of the latter, I cluck my tongue at you in disappointment (unless I've forced you to watch it, in which case I'm now spending a moment feeling sorry for you.) Later I'll post a very lazy post about some short stories I wrote a couple days ago while waiting to tour a brewery. Aw yeah.

The spoilers for series four, five, and the first half of six start here. I haven't seen any of the second half of series six yet, so these theories might already have been jossed. Please to not tell me. I'd like to stay in my fluffy cloud of frantic not-knowing for the next year until Netflix gets series six part two on streaming. Dayum.

Anyway, I've spent some time obsessively analyzing some of River Song's Doctor Who episodes, including the Silence in the Library/ Forest of the Dead and The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone two-parters, and most of series six part one. Wikipedia and other such sources contributed to my theories. By now, I've come to some conclusions.

• *ahemahem* SILENCE in the Library, FOREST of the Dead, and FLESH and Stone. Silence: series 6 baddies that look like the Slender Man. Forest: The only water in the forest is the river, a clue to River's true identity. Flesh: flesh avatars, otherwise known as a clever way to explain the fact that Amy has been pregnant for the entire sixth series without, like, doing another Amy's Choice thing. Clever, Moffat, clever. 

• Let's consider the background detail/nerd hook of the spacesuits from the Library episodes being in the dropship in The Time of Angels. This may imply that River goes to the Library soon after the Angel episodes, except that she's a doctor in that episode, not a professor. How long does it take to get a professorship? 

• Melody's life-support unit is a spacesuit. In the Library episodes, River wears a spacesuit. Foreshadowing/backshadowing/symbolism?

• Although an astronaut does shoot the Doctor, and Melody was living in a spacesuit at the time, I doubt that the killer astronaut is River. It seems a little obvious, and there are some details that just don't work out. 

• Related to the above, WHY did River shoot at the astronaut after it shot the Doctor? If she really was the astronaut, she would have been around eight or nine at the time. Little Melody probably would have remembered shooting the Doctor twice. Perhaps when she regenerated, she lost her memories for some reason. Maybe she knew/remembered that Eyepatch-Lady-I-can't-spell-her-name turned Melody into a weapon, but that still doesn't explain why she shot at herself. 

• In The Impossible Astronaut, what's with the picture of Amy and her daughter? Amy looks really happy, so I doubt it was taken around the time of A Good Man Goes To War. Logically, it must come from the future, most likely after the gang rescues Melody. ('Cause they're totally gonna.)
• Off-topic, but Moffat confirmed that River's sonic squareness gun from the Library episodes is Captain Jack Harkness' from his first episodes. Even if he left it in the TARDIS, it was probably lost when the TARDIS regenerated. Maybe Idris!TARDIS will return somehow, and for some reason she'll give River the gun. Maybe Jack and River meet, and she gets the gun from him. I'd like to see that episode. 

We know that Moffat was planning all this right from the beginning, the brilliant troll. Therefore, everything could mean something. Not every detail, but any detail. (<-- Obligatory Library reference)

In conclusion…this. Which also doubles as today's Awesome Thing. Does that still exist?

"What does it mean? What does it mean?"

First Week o' School!

I cannot believe that I've neglected you guys for an entire week without regaling you on the details of my first week of school-school! So, yup, first time I've been to a 5-day-a-week school, first time I've been to a Catholic school, first time I've worn an actual uniform-uniform.

My previous school was a charter school that I only actually went to twice a week, and the rest of the week I had work at home to do. They had uniforms, but they were super lax about them. Sure, the rules stated that you couldn't wear big dangly earrings or makeup or anything like that, but nobody bothered with that. We just wore the colorful polos with the name of the school on, and we were good. At this school we have to wear white polos and plaid skirts, the boys can't have hair touching their collars, and you have to be able to see your socks over the tops of your shoes. This quizzicals me. (BOOM! I just made quizzical a verb!)

Also, 5-days-a-week.

So. Not. Used. To. This. It seems like every afternoon I think, "No biggie, I'll just work on this tomorrow—oh, no I won't." I guess part of the problem is that I have a specific schedule I'm following every weekday until the end of August (and hence the end of Camp NaNo!), and, due to my parents ignoring my schedule almost entirely, it's all mucked up. Still, I'M NOT QUITTING NANO.

It makes me happy. I love it. It's a great experience. So, no, I will not be easing up on my writi-magating any time soon. At least, not in the next five days. Which is a helluva long time if you're not used to, like, leaving the house on a regular basis.

ANYWAY, school. It's pretty great. If I had to rate all of my teachers, then my music teacher, my science/religion teacher and my homeroom/language arts teacher would be my top three. Also, teachers love me for some reason. It's not like I do anything besides sit in the back of the room and be quiet. But I suppose I'm a lot easier to deal with than, say…everyone else in the class. Heh.

Ooh, friends. That always has to get mentioned in a big rant about school. In most of my classes, I sit next to Caroline, who is like a slightly less nonsensical Vanessa in some respects. (Yes, I am identifying almost everyone from this school with people from my old school. Come on, Ariel and Bailey would be best buds if I could ever get them to meet! Sadly, I'm missing several people on which to *ahem* force identification upon. There's no Noah at this school, or Skittles. No one can replace my Skittles.)

Today we got to meet our kindergarten buddies for the first time. Mine is named Will, and he's the cutest little thing ever. *squee* We talked about Playmobile and San Francisco and Chicago and Lego and otters and cupcakes and the color green and how I double-knotted his shoelaces for him and Phineas and Ferb. In that order.

Well, this has been a long, rant-y post about school and stuff. I love my new school, but I still miss my old one from the bottom of my heart. I wish I could see all my old friends—and Mrs. Landers—again.

My Best Idea EVAR

For quite a while now, I've had this piece of brain crack floating around: I should make a video blog about (spoilers for the thing that doesn't exist yet!) two clones who live in parallel universes. One universe is fairly normal, except that most of the world is owned by a corporation whose name I will think up eventually. The other universe is kind of a post-zombocalypse world, except instead of zombies there are genetically altered creatures that have destroyed mankind and—Surprise!—the company from the parallel universe developed them! Gasp!

The post-apocalyptic-world clone's story arc is about her trying to figure out exactly what the creatures are and why they were developed, while the fairly-normal-world clone is trying to figure out why she remembers things that never happened. Subplots emerge. Stuff blows up. Nerf guns painted gray will most likely be involved. Story arcs…arc.

A question for the readers: Do you think I could do it?

Ireland, pt 7: The Festival? The Festival!

Not going to start singing that song from Into The Woods…not gonna, not gonna…

Now, where did we leave off? Oh, right.  So, the morning after the first day Tall Ships Festival, I woke up late (for once) and had eggs and yogurt for breakfast. Never woulda guessed I like yogurt, would you? The August session of Camp NaNoWriMo had just started—yes, NaNoWriMo takes up most of my life—so I got some writing done before we drove to a fort. I didn't take any notes on this, and I don't remember much about it. I'm finally seeing a downside to procrastination.

Later, we drove to a lighthouse (couldn't go up in it), and then climbed around some tide pools for a while. Or something. I'm purely working off the notes I took and my faulty little memories. One thing I do remember pretty clearly is one of the most hilarious-in-retrospect thing that happened on that vacation.

I was selling CDs for the band with Dean, and we had only sold one CD when a trio of 11-year-old boys came by and hassled us for a while. It was kind of hilarious. While it was happening I was just sitting there like, "S r s l y w h a t i s t h i s ?" but, come on, how many other people can say they've been mildly hassled by a trio of 11-year-old Irish boys while selling CDs? Very few, I'm sure.

Well, now I have to go "do" some "writing." Totally not sitting here, staring at a blank screen.


Watch out next time for a Very Special Post about the really freakin' weird dream I had. Or probably not. Most likely not.

You know, you never finished this. There's still days left that haven't been blogged about. Idiot.