adiva_calandia | Entries tagged with commentary: torchwood

More media consumption!

( 'Salem's Lot )

( Border Princes )

It also makes me really want to try and write a novel-length fanfic -- just spit it out, a la NaNoWriMo. I mean, I would kind of love to write for TV, or write tie-in novels like this, and the trick to it seems to be, as with all writing, to turn off the editor and go. King says something about that in the introduction of 'Salem's Lot, too, about how you can try to control the story and the characters, and that's called plotting, or you can let them go, and that's called storytelling. (Which also, of course, makes me think of Thomas Harris' introduction to Red Dragon and the life Hannibal Lecter took on. "I do not keep falcons -- they live with me.")

So maybe my project this July (31 days, not 30) should be to sit down and write a tie-in novel for a show and see what comes out.

Plans for today: Meeting with the director of Midsummer at 11, going over to the registrar to get an education verification form for my PFD, and then maybe just hanging out in Kiva Han with a coffee and some streaming video. (Ninjavideo and Hulu and Pandora WORK again! ♥__♥)

HEY GANG.

Who remembers that Eleventh Doctor fic I was writing back around Thanksgiving?

. . . Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Well, it's all under the "nurture" tag, reading up from the bottom. And now there is more of it!

In which I crib inspiration from at least two other British comedy series. *cough* Not like anything on TV is original anyway.

Woken up by another being-chased-by-monsters dream. As my chase dreams go, this one wasn't bad, actually. It was giant silly-looking monsters instead of zombies, for a start (one of them looked vaguely like a pen/crocodile/race car/rocket kinda thing, and the other looked vaguely liked Mike from Monsters Inc, only twenty feet tall, beefy, and crusty). And for another thing, it had Captain Jack Harkness in it -- and Captain John Hart, briefly! -- so I actually had a feeling things would end well.

Best moments, either because they were hilarious or narratively strong: Jack hiding in a pen/crocodile/race car/rocket monster replica, calling up the real monster, and pretending to be an old college buddy and schmoozing to get its plans out of it. "Oh, yeah, you're planning on destroying the city? Man, that's great!"

Bobby Singer's cameo, which was narratively strong, not hilarious, because he was dead. :( I don't know if the monsters killed him or what, but there was a point where I had to get down through a ravine to get to Jack hiding in the monster replica. In order to get to the ravine, I had to drop off a rickety old ladder hanging from the porch of a house above it, and when I dropped, I had to make sure I didn't land on Bobby's body. Sadness.

Also hilarious, though, was the moment after Jack and I realized we couldn't handle the monsters. "I got nothin'." "Nope." "Back to Torchwood?" "Yep." So we headed back up the ravine to a parking lot, and the monsters followed us (that's where the chasing part of the dream came in). I think somewhere in here we picked up another guy in the party who looked vaguely like Samuel L. Jackson with a bear. Anyway, for some reason the monsters couldn't directly attack us. The Mike-knockoff was, however, shooting some kind of energy whatsit at us, so I pulled out an umbrella to ward it off. Which defied all logic and worked.

The Mike-knockoff, annoyed, started taunting us -- or well, taunting Jack. "He comes with a bonus this time! This one's umbrella, and the Bearded One's cock!"

. . . Which I honestly can't type with a straight face.

I dunno -- all things considered, I think that dream makes at least as much sense as most episodes of Torchwood.

I HATE PACKING.

Every time I think I have everything managed, that I'm going to have every bag full to bursting but I'll be at the limit for bags and I'll be fine, I discover something that I haven't packed yet because it's, you know, necessary for living for the next three days. Like clothes. And toiletries. And the lockable file case with all my bank statements, tax forms, etc etc etc.

*PRIMAL SCREAM*

Tell me something good. Or tell me your answer to If I had never met Adiva, I . . . Or meme me.

the what i like about you meme | my thread

Something, before I start screaming obscenities at my luggage. And my lack-of-meal-plan. And the Torchwood finale. (Oh wait. Too late on that last one. I decided to watch "Blink" to make myself feel better and was like "OH WAIT. BILLY SHIPTON. RIGHT. DAMN YOU, RUSTY.")

ETA: Also an option to cheer me up: Mostly dead!Westley in

mixed_muses. *tempts people* (Although I'm feeling somewhat better having eaten some pretzels.)

Current Mood: distressed

So part of my yesterday was watching three eps of Doctor Who and 2.01 of Torchwood with Lil ("Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" especially because she hadn't seen any Torchwood at all yet, and she had told me earlier in the day that while she doesn't much like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, she did like Spike. And then she spent much of the ep going "SO much better than Spike!" which makes me laugh a lot because dude, that is Spike, with slightly less control over his impulses).

And while watching "The Fires of Pompeii" again, I was reminded of the brilliant, brilliant image I had watching it on Sunday:

( Spoilery! )

We also noticed that David Tennant's hair in "Planet of the Ood" is freaking EPIC. I mean. Seriously. I want to be Ten for Halloween, but I'm not sure I could get my hair to do that even if I cut it.

And now I need to go watch Titus and take a final at 1.

( Torchwood 2.10: From Out of the Rain )

Okay, meme me:

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

PS. I am working on those drabbles, promise!

madbonnycaptain, yours is nearly done.

( Torchwood 2.09: Something Borrowed )

So I picked up a very nice leather trench for $25 at the Santa Monica Goodwill today. \o/

Break has been fun, and I wish it could last longer -- but I'm looking forward to getting back to school, and for the oddest reason: I want to be back where I can work out. I'm feeling really out of shape, and wandering around beaches with svelte babes everywhere doesn't help. LA is mostly not conducive to walking, and besides, I'm walking with my parents, and Mom likes to take things leisurely. Dad and I both think that strolls do not really make for good exercise, though they're lovely in their own right.

Yesterday we went strolling along the Venice canals, and I took a ton of photos, some of which I will be posting shortly.

For now, on to download 2.10!

( Torchwood 3.06: Dead Man Walking )

( SPN 3.11: The Mystery Spot, with bonus Torchwood spoilers in whitetext )

( Torchwood commentary )

Current Mood: ...

In honor of Valentine's, I'm dressed in all black (or possibly in honor of New Zealand rugby? Both?), but my black pants are my nice pants and it's disgusting and slushy out still, so they're tucked into my combat boots, bloused.

So not only am I dressed like an anti-Valentine's protestor, I'm dressed like an anti-Valentine's jack-booted thug.

I oughta have a battle cry. DO NOT MESS WITH ME, FOR I AM SINGLE?

In other news, guys guys we're watching The Name of the Rose in Foundations today you have NO IDEA how geekily excited I am.

Am also about halfway through Torchwood 2.05, "Adam," and I'll just say: Oh, the manpain.

Seriously, I don't know what's up with me lately. I think maybe I'm having an existential crisis. This is the second time in a few days that I've almost had to stop moving because I suddenly became aware of "the bit behind the eyes" (who am I stealing that phrase from? PTerry?), how utterly bizarre it is to be conscious, floating along and seeing things -- and even more than that, realizing that everyone I see is the same. We're all conscious, sentient beings, and we can't see ourselves except in fragments. We can only see each other.

And then I start thinking that because I'm ~~an attention-whore who looks in every reflective surface she can~~ a very visual person with a pretty clear image of myself (useful when acting), I can imagine how other people see me, and then it's all I can do to keep walking normally because suddenly I feel like a disconnected consciousness, viewing and being viewed at the same time.

It's extraordinarily disorienting.

It's kind of how I imagine River Tam must feel. That -- seeing out of your own eyes and seeing out everyone else's at the same time.

Anyway. It's very weird, and sort of cool and disturbing at the same time. I'm okay with it happening if I'm sitting down, but it happening when I'm in the middle of crossing a street is kind of inconvenient.

Ah, well. So if you hear that I get hit by a car, you can guess it was because I was struck by the incredible fragility and nonsense of being in the middle of jay-walking.

( Some commentary on Torchwood 2.04: Meat )

More late; class now.

( Torchwood 2.01: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang )

*cackles* Oh, show.

After three days of living in a house with four dogs, five people working with birds, and a hell of a lot of dust and dirt, my allergies finally catch up with me.

I was doing so well. *cries*

No more fic yet; too sneezy. Also now I have to go from wacky Doctor hijinks to wacky Doctor hijinks with plot, and that's haaaard. *whines* And I have to get the right setup to explain why a female Doctor -- I know why, I just have to give her a chance to show it. And monologue about it.

Send coffee! *sniffles pitifully along with half her f-list* Why, of all weekends, is this the one when everyone's getting hit with upper respiratory tract woes?

PS. Have I mentioned how incredibly adorable four-month-old Australian Shepherd puppies are?

Because they are PRETTY DAMN ADORABLE. *squishes*

Current Mood: *sneezes*
Current Location: Niles, MI
Current Music: Fireplace fan

More fic! In which there are clothes and exposition! (Can you tell I'm coming up with the ~~plot~~ aliens on the fly? *shifty*)

We watched The Prestige. My commentary?

D:!

Nice twists, though.

And it certainly woke up Kim. >.>

Oh, and: THAT WAS DAVID BOWIE AHAHAHA.

*snort* On TV right now is SNL's attempt to get around the writer's strike by showing old Thanksgiving skits.

I head back to Pittsburgh tomorrow night; I leave at 9:30 PM and will probably get home around 6:30 AM. Woohoo?

More fic!

Aheh. We're watching the comic book forger episode of Numb3rs. Yaaaay, geeks!

Did I mention we has snow? SNOW. Snow that STUCK. It seems to be moving East. Get to Pennsylvania, soon!

Found the first volume of Buffy s8 in the bookstore today. <33333 SO GOOD.

More fic.

In which there is ANGST ANGST ANGST.

Par for the course, in other words.

Iiii am very full and very sleepy. Who needs tryptophan? Unfortunately I also have a headache. But I'm watching Dodgeball, which is fun!

jkfjdklsafda why did no one tell me Jack Harkness makes sound effects. He doesn't do that in Torchwood!

"If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go cheeoo-poomph!"

Also, he's a GEEK. <33333 "A pan-dimensional surfboard!"

Oh man. Ianto can name things and Jack can provide sound effects for them. NO WONDER THEY'RE AN OTP.