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What has surprised you about being an adult? What have you learned about yourself through blogging?

The biggest surprise was learning that even though I’m an adult, I still can’t do everything I want to do.

Don’t you remember those childhood days, when your parents would boss you around, and you’d say, “I can’t wait until I’m grown up and can do anything I want!” and they would laugh hysterically and you’d think they were laughing at you and you’d stomp down the hall and slam your bedroom door and mutter imprecations about how your parents are just mean?

No?  Um, me neither.  Yeah. That’s it.  

But then I grew up.

If I want to have money, I have to go to work.  If I want to have food and shelter, I have to pay my bills. I have to do my laundry or else go naked.  I can’t ignore the news in favour of cartoons.  

Being a grown-up sucks sometimes.

And what have I learned about myself through blogging?  Mostly that I’m still a complete dork, but now I kind of like being dorky. When you’re dorky and proud, and share it openly whether through blogging or dorky tee-shirts, you meet all kinds of awesomely dorky people who are interested in the same things you are, and you can have a lot of fun.

So David Tennant is still my favourite Doctor, and Hayden Christensen was an AWFUL choice to play Anakin Skywalker, and Perpetual Kid is the coolest catalog ever, and Buffy would be Gryffindor and Willow would be Ravenclaw and Xander would be Gryffindor and Spike would so totally be Slytherin and I love him for that and I can’t decide if Faith is Gryffindor or Slytherin and I love her for that, and Wonder Woman is my hero. And I love Hoarders and Paranormal State and even though they were completely lame I totally love the Paranormal Activities movies and I’ve lived in a haunted house and I believe in ghosts.  Oh, and I’d vote forAtticus Finch for president, and I even made a tee-shirt in Café Press to say so.  And I have an Adiposian baby that I need to bring to work to sit on my desk, and I really want a sonic screwdriver. And the guy who played the Master in Season 3 is kinda hot.  And I think that before Neville Longbottom married Hannah Abbott, he and Luna had a fling. And I like to play Who Would You Do while in line for the Harry Potter movies to start at midnight. Captain Tight-Pants (Mal) or Thor?  Hmmmm.  That’s a tough one.  And the answer is 42. Remember your towel.  Ni! Ni! Ni!

If you agree or disagree with any of the statements in the preceding paragraph, please leave me a comment because you might just be my new best friend.

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What Did the Doctor Say?

I feel kinda gooberish for going on and on and on about Doctor who, but dang! I can’t help myself. See, you’ve heard (okay, read) me rave about Joss Whedon’s clever dialogue, right? So here are some quotations from the Doctor.

Woman: My leg’s grown back! When I come to the hospital, I had one leg!

Dr. Constantine: Well, there is a war on. Is it possible you miscounted?


Cathy Salt: [talking about mysterious deaths connected to the “Blaidd Drwg” project] And then just recently Mr. Cleaver, the government’s nuclear advisor?

Margaret Blaine: Slipped on an icy patch.

Cathy Salt: He was decapitated!

Margaret Blaine: It was a very icy patch.


Jack: She’s got a teleport! That’s cheating! Now we’ll never get her!
Rose: Oh, the Doctor’s very good at teleports.
[Doctor uses sonic-screwdriver to bring Margaret back three times, each time closer than she was before.]
The Doctor: I could do this all day.
Margaret Slitheen: [out of breath] This is persecution. Why can’t you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?
The Doctor: You tried to kill me and destroy this entire planet.
Margaret Slitheen: Apart from that.


Jack: Now hold on, ladies, I don’t want to have to shoot either one of you.
Trin-E: But you’re unarmed!
Zu-Zana: And you’re naked!
[Jack reaches behind him briefly, and returns holding a very small gun.]
Zu-Zana: But that’s a compact laser deluxe.
Trin-E: Where were you hiding that!?
Jack: You really don’t wanna know.



The Doctor: The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn.
Rose: What for?
The Doctor: Fun. [pause] Mind you, when I said “the great and the good,” what I mean is the rich.



The Doctor: [opening Rose’s phone] Tell you what. With a bit of jiggery pokery-
Rose: Is that a technical term, “jiggery pokery”?
The Doctor: Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery, what about you?
Rose: Nah, I failed Hullabaloo.



The Doctor: Pity about the scarf; Madame Nostradamus made it for me. Witty little knitter.



Romana: K-9, what is tennis?
K-9: Real, lawn or table, mistress?
Romana: [Beat] Never mind. Forget it.
K-9: Forget. Erase memory banks concerning tennis. [Whirrs] Memory erased.



The Doctor: What’s the matter?
Romana: Look! Radiation levels you wouldn’t believe!
The Doctor: Good heavens! You could fry eggs in the street.
Romana: But that means…
The Doctor: What?
Romana: There must be a huge nuclear war going on down there!
The Doctor: None at all, no.
Romana: Well what else could it be?
The Doctor: I don’t know. Probably someone throwing a huge breakfast party. Think po- Why do you always assume the worst?
Romana: Because it usually happens.
The Doctor: Empirical poppycock! Where’s your joy in life? Where’s your optimism?
Romana: It opted out.
K-9: Optimism: Belief that everything will work out well. Irrational, bordering on insane.
The Doctor: Oh, do shut up, K9. Listen, Romana, Whenever you go into a new situation, you must always believe the best until you find out exactly what the situation’s all about. Then, believe the worst.
Romana: Ah, but what happens if it turns out not to be the worst after all?
The Doctor: Don’t be ridiculous. It always is.

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Only the saddle is my office chair, and the wide open view consists of the 4 walls of my office and the coffee area just outside my door, and I’m still having to blow my nose 20 times an hour.

What, you might wonder, felled this mighty warrior of words? What cut her down and condemned her to 4 days in bed?  It was the common cold.

Although I don’t think there’s anything particularly common about a cold. This one started with an uncommonly painful 2-day sore throat, such a bad one that by Thursday (the first day I stayed home), I couldn’t talk. That meant, of course, that Joe called me every few hours just to chat.  I also had uncommonly uncomfortable leg aches on Thursday night. I was worried I was headed for a bout of influenza, so I was relieved (ha!) that it was just a cold. I was uncommonly congested, and my ears were uncommonly stuffed up (I don’t know why I say they “were” stuffed up, as they still are). But Mucinex and Nyquil got me through it. I’m still snotty (in the mucousy way, not the bit-cah way), and I’d dearly love to be in bed sleeping. However, I doubt I’m still contagious and I needed to be back at work today.

And what, you might ask, did I do to amuse myself while I was at home, sick and miserable?

Well, go ahead and ask. I don’t mind. Tra la la la la.

Okay. Since you were so kind as to ask, I slept rather a lot. I Twittered a bit. I watched a variety of British mysteries courtesy of Netflix–I love their watch instantly thingamabob. I got to enjoy a sight of the young James McAvoy in an Inspector Lynley mystery. I griped silently, because my throat hurt too much to gripe aloud. And then Saturday evening, feeling a bit better but not enough to do anything productive, and having watched all the Roderick Alleyn mysteries and all the Inspector Lynley mysteries and all the Lady Bradley mysteries that were available to watch instantly, and not in the mood for Dexter, I decided to watch an episode of Doctor Who.

I’ve never watched Doctor Who before. And the episode I chose to watch was complete bosh. Horrible, I tells ya! Absolutely awful! And I was just about to turn it off after laughing myself silly (in a hoarse voice because of the cold), when Joe walked into the room and told me that I was watching the wrong Doctor. Because apparently there were a lot of Doctors. So we turned to Wikipedia and found his favourite Doctor, and I watched all but the first two episodes of Season 16 (I think.) And then I did some Googling and Wiki-ing, and saw that there was a new Doctor that started a few years ago. I watched the first three episodes of that incarnation, and really liked them, and then it was 3 a.m. on Sunday and I really needed some sleep. When I woke back up, I vowed that I was going to watch the rest of that season. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon one’s perspective, not all the episodes of that season were available to watch instantly, so I was able to achieve my objective. Holy cow! That’s a really good show! Joe’s favourite doctor remains Tom Bradley, but I seriously have a thing for Christopher Eccleston (the 9th doctor). He has this great grin of excited anticipation as he watches things unfold.

Okay. Enough. Cool down, Faith.

Sorry about that. Anyway, that’s my grand and glorious weekend. (Oh, I did manage to read 4 or 5 books on Saturday afternoon while it was raining and Joe was napping, and we didn’t have much rain at all from Ike, despite Joe’s frenetic preparations, and both dogs are well although Scout keeps using the inside of the house as his personal toilet.) I hope you all had great weekends as well.  And please, stay away from the uncommon cold. It’s so not fun. But if you do get sick, and you have Netflix, do yourself a favour and spend some time with the Doctor.

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