I had this idea when I got this case, just after the December run ended. And then I totally forgot back in March. And now my case seems to be utterly unshineable in that there are fingerprints that ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to be cleaned off. WTF? So forgive the sad unshinyness, pls. Kthx.
And now let’s obsess over Doctor Who. Those uninterested are excused at this time.
1. Last night I watched the movie. That was a terrible idea. For one thing it began with the statement, “Time Lords only have 13 lives” and since I’m not so bad at math that I can’t tell that leaves only two Doctors left until I am rendered entirely Doctorless, I commenced a panic attack all over Twitter and Facebook. Because it’s one thing (one utterly horrible thing) to know I’ll soon have to say goodbye to the 10th Doctor and another thing entirely to know that this show to which I have, essentially, married myself to for better or worse for the rest of my life might not spend the rest of my life with me. (Which, honestly draws a lot of parallels to the show itself. Go ahead. Get deep.) So: Panic, panic, panic. And then after that (Spoilers ahead if you call them spoilers when the movie sucks balls) The Master turned into a puddle all Alex Mack style and possessed Eric Roberts (you know. how you do) and then there were chickens for some reason and the Doctor’s mother was human for some reason and the TARDIS was a veritable CITY with Indiana Jones style temples n shit inside it and the acting was terrible and the writing was terribler. And while I normally celebrate terrible movies, I, apparently, take The Doctor too seriously and was just offended. Pity, b/c this one had so much potential for the Bad Movie Club I’m forming. But instead I’m just traumatized.
2. Threadless, those assholes (said lovingly), send me emails. When I am smart I don’t open them. But today I wasn’t smart. And they showed me this. With shipping this comes to almost $30. I know I should not afford this, especially since I already chose a treat for myself this month, but that doesn’t stop me from seriously considering it. So I ask you my dear readers, do I buy this shirt or not? I ask you because if you FORCE me to, then I can blame you and not be irresponsible at all. See? I’m smrt like that.