WARNING! This blog contains spoilers for Saturday 19th's Dr Who, so if you haven't seen it yet and want to, don't go any further! (If you haven't seen it and don't want to, then go get a better attitude!)
Okay, here goes. The spoilers start from here on!
Well, big things happening this episode! Everything that has ever existed and happened has never existed or happened...a week from now. And yes, that sentence makes no gramatical sense whatsoever. But really, does it have to happen next Saturday? I still have four more exams to do (out of nineteen), and then on the day after the last one, it won't have mattered! Because nothing will have existed, ever!
Big super special awesome team-up of baddies for the win! But one thing I do object to is the continued misuse of the term 'Slitheen'. The Slitheen were one specific family from Raxacorifallapatorius, making them Raxacorifallapatorians, not Slitheens. And I didn't see them there when all the baddies came down, did you?
Now, the Doctor in the Pandorica: he thought Gallifrey was a suffocatingly small prison, let alone a big box! It was a good twist, I thought... personally, I was hoping the Master was going to be inside; all the things the Doctor was saying about the thing inside fitted him.
And now for the Yugioh! fans out there: when River Song was talking about 'someone else being in control of the TARDIS', all I could think of was Noah Kaiba taking control of Seto Kaiba's blimp! I couldn't help it, the thought just wouldn't leave my mind! So each time she said it, in my mind 'someone' was replaced with an image of Noah. Ah well, I'm obsessed and I can't help it.
Goodbye, internet peeps!
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Holy Trinity Funfair
As the title suggests, I went to my old school's funfair today. It was... quite fun, I guess.
Because I'm nice like that, I managed to get roped into doing the face painting with one other lady. Business was slow at first, as you weren't allowed to go on the bouncy castle with face paint on, so people were getting that done first, and of course it makes sense to eat before having your face painted...
It started off quite slowly, but at the peak time we each had a little 'customer', and there were about six kids waiting in line. It was quite enjoyable an activity, although I'd gotten rather fed up of saying 'keep your head still' and 'can you put your head up, please?' by the end of it. Ah well.
One of the kids has ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). That was interesting. Bless him, he was trying to stay still, just twitching his mouth occasionally. I had to give him a running update of what I was doing, so he'd stay still and not suddenly grab for the little mirror...again.
As well as painting faces, I also did a little dragon on my mum's arm, and an England flag on my sister's. I think my favourite to do was the dragon, although the skull face and the face with flames as a beard and eyebrows were fun too. I was quite proud of the flame faces, I think they looked really cool.
Because I'm nice like that, I managed to get roped into doing the face painting with one other lady. Business was slow at first, as you weren't allowed to go on the bouncy castle with face paint on, so people were getting that done first, and of course it makes sense to eat before having your face painted...
It started off quite slowly, but at the peak time we each had a little 'customer', and there were about six kids waiting in line. It was quite enjoyable an activity, although I'd gotten rather fed up of saying 'keep your head still' and 'can you put your head up, please?' by the end of it. Ah well.
One of the kids has ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). That was interesting. Bless him, he was trying to stay still, just twitching his mouth occasionally. I had to give him a running update of what I was doing, so he'd stay still and not suddenly grab for the little mirror...again.
As well as painting faces, I also did a little dragon on my mum's arm, and an England flag on my sister's. I think my favourite to do was the dragon, although the skull face and the face with flames as a beard and eyebrows were fun too. I was quite proud of the flame faces, I think they looked really cool.
Friday, 11 June 2010
"Family" dinner
Picture this. Our family is having dinner. My brother and I are sitting opposite each other, and mum and dad are at opposite ends of the table. They are having a discussion about my brother, and whether or not he's going to attend a prize-giving thing for football, where he's not actually getting a prize. Mum is repeatedly saying that he doesn't want to go, and dad is saying that he should go. Meawhile, my brother and I are just trying to eat dinner.
The discussion moves from this to what's going to happen on Sunday. Dad's taking my brother to a football tournament, instead of going to church. Mum and dad are on duty (setting up everything before the service starts), so mum is saying dad can't not go. Dad says I'll do his share. (Bare in mind that my brother and I are still there, we're just being ignored.) Trying to lighten the atmosphere, I say "Why don't you ask her?" (meaning me). In response, Dad slams his hands down on the table, and states that 'everyone is always picking at him'.
I hate it when he's like this.
The discussion moves from this to what's going to happen on Sunday. Dad's taking my brother to a football tournament, instead of going to church. Mum and dad are on duty (setting up everything before the service starts), so mum is saying dad can't not go. Dad says I'll do his share. (Bare in mind that my brother and I are still there, we're just being ignored.) Trying to lighten the atmosphere, I say "Why don't you ask her?" (meaning me). In response, Dad slams his hands down on the table, and states that 'everyone is always picking at him'.
I hate it when he's like this.
Monday, 7 June 2010
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Rain
I love rain.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. I love most rain. Drizzle, I can't stand. It's just so depressing!
But heavy rain is fun. During the downpour today, Mum realised she'd left the washing out on the line, so we ran out to get it down.
That. Was. Fun. Rain is exhilarating, cleansing, rejuvenating...I love it. There's a sort of special something in proper, heavy rain that makes you want to dance around in it, singing and shouting and laughing...just because you can.
Or maybe that's just me. Regardless, I love rain.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. I love most rain. Drizzle, I can't stand. It's just so depressing!
But heavy rain is fun. During the downpour today, Mum realised she'd left the washing out on the line, so we ran out to get it down.
That. Was. Fun. Rain is exhilarating, cleansing, rejuvenating...I love it. There's a sort of special something in proper, heavy rain that makes you want to dance around in it, singing and shouting and laughing...just because you can.
Or maybe that's just me. Regardless, I love rain.
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
A little walk
I went on a walk yesterday, nothing big, just for an hour or so, around a field. Mum and dad and my sister came with, but sadly my brother couldn't, as he had school. There were a score or so of other people there too, and most importantly, there was Mai and her sister (who's name's just slipped my mind). What's so special about them, you may ask? Well, the answer to that's quite simple, really. Mai and her sister (who's name also starts with an M, and then a vowel) are wolves.
That's right, folks. Yesterday I went to the UK Wolf Conservation Trust near Beenham, in Berkshire (it's near Reading). How to put it into words...? Amazing, for one. Walking along with two wolves (both on a chain held by two people, but still)...if you know me well, you know of my facination with wolves. So to me, it was truly stunning to, at the beginning, line up with the rest of the adults, and be sniffed by the wolves. If you know me at all, you will also know of my deep-seated distrust of dogs. It's not exactly a fear, more of a... cautiousness. As a result of this, I did not go up to the wolves later to stroke them but still, it was plenty worth it.
The two that we went on a walk with share a very large enclosure with their brother, Torak. He missed them while they were gone, and so occasionally we would hear him howling after us. There are three other wolves, two sisters from Europe (ours were Canadian) and one other, American, wolf. Sadly, this one (her name was Duma)'s brother recently passed away. The handlers believe he was playing with his sister in the enclosure, and whilst running at about 30mph (the maximum a wolf can run) he crashed into a tree, and broke his neck. This was four years ago, but it hurt him badly, and his hind legs eventually stopped working, so he had to be put down.
We also tried to visit my great-uncle Wolfgang (also known as uncle Wolf) as we believed this to be rather appropriate. Unfortunately, he had not yet returned from visiting my mum's sister and her family up in the north of Scotland. Ah well, better luck next time, eh?
That's right, folks. Yesterday I went to the UK Wolf Conservation Trust near Beenham, in Berkshire (it's near Reading). How to put it into words...? Amazing, for one. Walking along with two wolves (both on a chain held by two people, but still)...if you know me well, you know of my facination with wolves. So to me, it was truly stunning to, at the beginning, line up with the rest of the adults, and be sniffed by the wolves. If you know me at all, you will also know of my deep-seated distrust of dogs. It's not exactly a fear, more of a... cautiousness. As a result of this, I did not go up to the wolves later to stroke them but still, it was plenty worth it.
The two that we went on a walk with share a very large enclosure with their brother, Torak. He missed them while they were gone, and so occasionally we would hear him howling after us. There are three other wolves, two sisters from Europe (ours were Canadian) and one other, American, wolf. Sadly, this one (her name was Duma)'s brother recently passed away. The handlers believe he was playing with his sister in the enclosure, and whilst running at about 30mph (the maximum a wolf can run) he crashed into a tree, and broke his neck. This was four years ago, but it hurt him badly, and his hind legs eventually stopped working, so he had to be put down.
We also tried to visit my great-uncle Wolfgang (also known as uncle Wolf) as we believed this to be rather appropriate. Unfortunately, he had not yet returned from visiting my mum's sister and her family up in the north of Scotland. Ah well, better luck next time, eh?
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