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twitchbell) wrote2010-01-03 07:04 pm
twitchbell) wrote2010-01-03 07:04 pm
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Yuletide and other musings
I managed five whole posts last year - go me!
I had a great holiday at Middleham - here it is, looking all spooky in the snow and fog. I had the place all to myself on my birthday, which was lovely.
And Yuletide has made me happy, happy, happy. :)
I came back home to find I had two, yes, two Yuletide stories written for me. Yay! (Admittedly there were three days in between those joyous times when I pulled a neck muscle and could do Bugger All, but I'm glossing over all that.) A dark Chrestomanci story, which is indeed dark and absolutely lovely. And a story about Warwick the Kingmaker, which I never in my wildest dreams expected anyone to write for me and I love it very much, so I am currently as happy as a happy thing from the planet Happy. My Yuletide writers were fabulous - I couldn't have wished for more.
Not even the passing of the Tenth Doctor can dim my merriment for long. (BBC New Year's Day TV was weird: for four hours it seemed to consist almost entirely of angst and weddings, with a side helping of more angst and weddings.) Bernard Cribbins made me cry - ah, Wilf, you are perfectly lovely and your Four Knocks were absolutely heart-breaking. I alternately wanted to cry over Ten, or kick him. My, he really was determined not to go gentle into that good night, wasn't he? Eleven seems a lot more cheery, even with the whole crashing thing.
So Martha has hooked up with Mickey. I actually like this idea, and it's a shame it came out of the blue completely devoid of character development (Tom who?) as it rather smacks of "Let's just have them be together to save time." And possibly other unfortunate things. So Captain Jack has hooked up with Alonso (Doctor, you old matchmaker, you!) - was this RTD's final kick in the teeth to the Janto fans? (Nothing to say that this wasn't set years and years after Ianto's death, though. Or that it was anything more than a one night stand.) So Donna has hooked up with, er, married, a very nice, ordinary man and her head won't explode if she begins to remember the Doctor, she'll just fall unconscious. (Or was that just the once?) And be a bit sad about stuff she can't remember, even if she is going to win the Lottery. Just hope it's enough for her - I miss DoctorDonna.
RTD was happily channelling 'Star Wars', 'The Matrix' and 'Star Trek' all through this final extravaganza. The Time Lords were Complete Bastards, such Complete Bastards in fact that even the Master (a Complete Bastard himself) was driven to exact revenge for what they'd done to him. And now I suppose he's hiding out in a handy plot-hole ready to reappear should the Moff require him to do so. I loved the part where the Doctor almost persuaded him to come over to the Light Side - John Simm looks so lovely when he's all conflicted like that. Bless!
I had a great holiday at Middleham - here it is, looking all spooky in the snow and fog. I had the place all to myself on my birthday, which was lovely.
And Yuletide has made me happy, happy, happy. :)
I came back home to find I had two, yes, two Yuletide stories written for me. Yay! (Admittedly there were three days in between those joyous times when I pulled a neck muscle and could do Bugger All, but I'm glossing over all that.) A dark Chrestomanci story, which is indeed dark and absolutely lovely. And a story about Warwick the Kingmaker, which I never in my wildest dreams expected anyone to write for me and I love it very much, so I am currently as happy as a happy thing from the planet Happy. My Yuletide writers were fabulous - I couldn't have wished for more.
Not even the passing of the Tenth Doctor can dim my merriment for long. (BBC New Year's Day TV was weird: for four hours it seemed to consist almost entirely of angst and weddings, with a side helping of more angst and weddings.) Bernard Cribbins made me cry - ah, Wilf, you are perfectly lovely and your Four Knocks were absolutely heart-breaking. I alternately wanted to cry over Ten, or kick him. My, he really was determined not to go gentle into that good night, wasn't he? Eleven seems a lot more cheery, even with the whole crashing thing.
So Martha has hooked up with Mickey. I actually like this idea, and it's a shame it came out of the blue completely devoid of character development (Tom who?) as it rather smacks of "Let's just have them be together to save time." And possibly other unfortunate things. So Captain Jack has hooked up with Alonso (Doctor, you old matchmaker, you!) - was this RTD's final kick in the teeth to the Janto fans? (Nothing to say that this wasn't set years and years after Ianto's death, though. Or that it was anything more than a one night stand.) So Donna has hooked up with, er, married, a very nice, ordinary man and her head won't explode if she begins to remember the Doctor, she'll just fall unconscious. (Or was that just the once?) And be a bit sad about stuff she can't remember, even if she is going to win the Lottery. Just hope it's enough for her - I miss DoctorDonna.
RTD was happily channelling 'Star Wars', 'The Matrix' and 'Star Trek' all through this final extravaganza. The Time Lords were Complete Bastards, such Complete Bastards in fact that even the Master (a Complete Bastard himself) was driven to exact revenge for what they'd done to him. And now I suppose he's hiding out in a handy plot-hole ready to reappear should the Moff require him to do so. I loved the part where the Doctor almost persuaded him to come over to the Light Side - John Simm looks so lovely when he's all conflicted like that. Bless!