I like David Tennant more and more.

Also - Torchwood advert! Yay!

Just had a look in my LJ icons folder to reorganize things a bit...I totally do not have over 950 icons in there. And 100 of those icons are absolutely not of David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor.

Normally I'd say something about my life in this space, but I didn't really do much today. Cooked a bit. Cleaned a bit. Worked a bit on a new character profile, which is almost finished. Surfed a lot of different Doctor Who LJ communities. Downloaded some DW wallpapers. Zoned out on my bed in the afternoon heat for a couple of hours, just 'cause I could. Listened to the HotSpot and laughed at Jeff Gerstmann's jokes a lot. (Because he's awesome.) Decided that I'm going to make myself a Sixth Doctor coat for Halloween even though I have no idea how to sew, have never sewn anything before in my life, probably can't afford the materials, and probably won't be able to have it done in time for Halloween. Decided I was OK with this decision despite it's irrational nature. Listened to Leah's funny David Tennant interview, organized my icons and posted in my LJ. Wished it was Monday so I could watch that cool murder mystery thing with David Tennant on BBC America.

That nagging sense of boredom you're getting in the back of your head right now? Yeah, that's been with me pretty much all day long. *headdesk*

It is a BEAUTIFUL day today. There's a breeze, everything smells good, it's cool, but not too cool, and there's just enough sunshine to make it pleasant and not "Holy crud, I'm frying like an egg on the pavement". I did some running on the walk this morning, which was fun but exhausting. My legs are still protesting, especially since I just spent the last three hours cooking, doing chores, putting away food, etc., all of which involves a lot of standing. So I'm a bit sore, but not in any great deal of pain. It was fun to run, but very tiring! I took the dog along with me...even when I was going as fast as I dared, he was just loping along happily beside me, like it wasn't any real trouble. Sigh. To have four legs. I've taken over control of him from mom, who was becoming frustrated with his hyperactive excitement at the beginning of each walk, and I proved I could handle him after the wrestling incident on Monday. (Did it again this morning as well, as we ran he saw something - probably a rabbit - and tried to take off after it. I made it clear to him this was not an acceptable behavior.) So now I walk him, play with him, groom him, (just got back from doing that, he did really well. His fears of the grooming tools are easing, and I've learned to do it a bit more vigorously and a bit more quickly then I have done, so we get it over with fast and he doesn't have as much time to get worked up) discipline him, and occasionally let him run loose in the front yard when we go get the mail. :) Now all I don't do is feed him...mom and I are going to pop out to Wal-Mart pretty soon and get him a new leash, (old one is rough, too long, and rubs our hands raw) collar, and ident tag. Then I will take pictures so I can show him off to the world as the pretty doggy he is. =D

OK! Enough with the unintentional pet ramblings... I have one last thing I want to say before I start work on my profiles again:

BBC America, Monday, Sept. 18th, 9pm et. Murder mystery. David Tennant.

ohmygodSQUEE.

SQUEE, I say.

New icons! =D ♥

The funny thing is that I really do have days like this. They usually involve me sending everybody within a ten foot radius into a coma because I got very excited about something involving lots of big words.

By the way -- the Whomix podcast rocks my socks. It's nothing but Doctor Who theme remixes done by fans, and I have to say that a lot of them are absolutely fantastic. (Especially "The Monsters are Coming" by Chris Rice. Splendidly done.) I loved the Who theme anyway, but being able to assimilate completely new and beautiful harmonic sequences, techno beats, and other musical things for which I lack names, is wonderful.

My poor parents. I think they miss me. :( Luckily for them the little blue box isn't real, or else they'd have to do without me for quite a bit longer...

I'm hungry. Time to go.

*TARDIS de-materialization noises*

*passes out from David Tennant overload*

http://community.livejournal.com/dwicons/

*wakes up long enough to press the "post" button before passing out again from Doctor Who overload*

No, I didn't replace all of my LJ icons with David Tennant...not at all! How could you even suggest something so absurd?

*shifty eyes*

Wow. How much am I loving all the new David Tennant icons in the DoctorWhoEps LJ community?

*giggles stupidly*

Editing continues to go well. Page 161 of my novel looks like it was assaulted by a homicidal maniac. Red ink everywhere! Not just crossing stuff out, but scribbling all over the place-- in the margins, between the lines, crossing out this and replacing that. So far I haven't done that much editing on a single page during this entire process. Unfortunately we sold our scanner before the move, otherwise I'd upload it for you guys to see. It's awesome. I might just hang it on my wall or something once all this is done. XD

And did I mention how much I like the David Tennant icons?

*giggles stupidly*

...on PBS. Quite an enjoyable episode, if I do say so myself. Creepy and suspensful, with good acting and strong characters. My parents liked it too. As the show comes to a close, PBS starts their usual round of advertisements, blathering on about some Bob Dylan show I'm not interested in. I wonder why anyone likes that man. Then, Miss Marple previews for next week. I start to reflect on how annoying it is to have the films split up into two parts over the course of a week, since it's really difficult to keep hold of the details of a mystery for that long, especially ones as subtle as Agatha Christie mysteries. Mom, having successfully finished baking a loaf of bread, comes back into the room as the previews for "The Moving Finger" end, and in a joking manner starts twitching her finger. I ask her if she's familiar with the book, she responds no, she isn't. "It's shocking how little you two have read," I say. She laughs and says she stopped having time to read once I was born. I pout a little, resenting this slightly but she reassures me and we laugh a little and I say I can just read all the books for her and feed her the information.

And then, all of a sudden, a familiar voice coming from the TV attracts my attention. I look up, and who's lovely face meets my gaze? Why, it's Mr. Tennant, the last person on Earth I thought I'd ever see on PBS!! His appearance sends me instantly into gasps and loud proclamations of "Oh my god! It's him!". Seems they'll be airing Casanova on PBS this fall. Mom and dad, of course, having not yet viewed The Christmas Invasion and knowing next to nothing of Mr. Tennant, are greatly confused by my sudden and explosive exuberance, and are more impressed by Sir Peter O'toole's presence on the sceen. (Which is most definitely impressive - dad, of course, thought he was dead.) They both turn to me after the preview ends wondering why my face is all red and I'm practically vibrating on the edge of my seat about to come apart with joy, and of course I am quickly questioned on why I find this strange man so exciting because all they saw was some brown haired weirdo jumping around and looking rather devilish. "It's David Tennant!" I cry. Nothing. I go for something I hope is more enlightening. "The Doctor!" They nod a little and seem partially satisfied, but still doesn't do much. So I explain why I like him and about how I saw bits of Casanova in that Doctor Who Confidential that I downloaded, and how I thought it looked brilliantly funny and how David Tennant is an amazing actor whom I admire very much (and whom I may or may not think is gorgeous). I still don't think they fully understand but that's OK. =) I'm still really, really excited. My excitement was somewhat dampened once I found out online that Casanova was made in April of last freaking year and I have to wait until friggin' fall before I get to see it, but still. Positive news. And hey, getting to baffle and partially freak out my parents was kinda fun. ;) There was also an Inspector Lewis preview, which looked funny, though not nearly as interesting since I never did care much for Inspector Morse. Oxford is very pretty, though. I admire their lawns. Then Texas Ranch House started and dad started flipping channels, eventually finding his own fanboy-ish bliss on VH1 classic channel, in the form of some band's really bitchin' drum set. :) Whatever makes you red-faced and giggly, I guess!

It was an awesome sensation. I felt like I was just made of sunshine afterwards. Creepy to say that, but it's true. Probably the result of increased blood flow due to a significant rise in blood pressure. I really don't know what came over me, though. I was acting like a complete fangirl. I mean, right down to the high pitched fits of giggling and exuberant bouncing. That has never happened to me before. It was quite thrilling. And of course if asked to think or say something serious I could have easily done so, but it was fascinating to finally understand some of the obsessive excitement that has always baffled me about fangirls. I suddenly feel like a real person. :) Very nice. Of course, having looked over Mr. Tennant's wikipedia entry and similar profiles about him on the web, I feel rather silly since he was right in front of my face during Harry Potter, and I didn't even remember him afterwards. In my defense, was probably too outraged by the butchering of the book to notice. What they did made me pretty mad, and all other considerations flew out the window in my blind "WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO RITA SKEETER?!" rage. If it pops up cheaply somewhere on Comcast I might rent it again. Probably not, though. I like Mr. Tennant a lot, but considering his small role in the movie I'm not sure it's worth $4 to watch that piece of crud again when I could spend that same money on something I haven't seen yet, like Mirrormask. *shrug*

Excellent night. Pretty good day, too. I cooked a lot of stuff in two hours. And I got to watch two episodes of Midsomer Murders. =D Good day. Very good day. Still ticked off I have to wait until fall to see Casanova, but I guess it's better than nothing. You know, it's funny. I always used to rather dislike British television. Their cameras always seemed a little funny and their plots never seemed as interesting as ours. But lately I find myself more and more intrigued, down to the point where I'm starting to think they've got better TV than we do. I blame Doctor Who. =D But that's a good thing, because now if I ever visit and have to watch the telly, I feel perfectly confident that I will find something interesting to watch. Unfortunately I can't guarantee the same should any British friends of mine come to America. Actually, I can pretty much guarantee the opposite - that our television programs will repulse, disgust, and horrify you to points which you probably were not aware you could reach. *sigh* Oh well. At least it won't cause you deadly epileptic fits, like Japanese shows.

I'm going to go grin like an idiot and play Stronghold now. Did I mention the giggling?