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Two minor grievances but grievances nonetheless:

1. Dear young high-school folk hanging around Fakey Suburban Center around dinner time: Stop swearing; you're no good at it. Jamming "shit" into a sentence everywhere it'll fit does not make you look mature or adult; it makes you look like a five-year-old wearing her mother's makeup and high-heeled shoes.

Call me old-fashioned, but I still think profanity should be used with precision, and in situations where it is called for. If everyone is a bitch and everything is fuckin' [X], what vocabulary have you for when you're truly annoyed? You'd need to string several "fucks" into a sentence and use them for most every part of speech to differentiate the sentence in which you convey your annoyance from every other sentence you speak, and then you just look clumsy.

And while I'm here, pull your pants up. Nobody needs to see your boxers, and wearing things that don't fit is never a good fashion choice, I don't care what your Internets or your televisions or wherever it is you kids get your fashion advice from tell you.

2. Dear fellow students at my college: A theater full of three-year-olds can manage to shut up for almost the entirety of WALL-E. Indeed, I count my first time seeing that movie as one of my better experiences at the theater; I came in thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear the movie over all the crying, squalling, and "Mom, he's poking me!" and by the final scene between WALL-E and EVE when WALL-E's memory has supposedly been erased the entire theater was deathly silent. Movie magic.

Is it so very much to ask the same of you? I don't expect reverent hush or anything, since we've all probably seen this movie before and anyway it's an informal showing, but you'd think you could keep yourselves from giggling during all the sad moments.

And, really, the fourteen-year-olds I watched the movie with last time figured out the "point" of the credits - that the art styles were advancing from cave painting to Egyptian art to painting to etc as humanity progressed and relearned its skills and history - as soon as they saw them. If you're sitting there yukking and going "So what, they're Egyptian? What's that about?" when you have at least a bit more education, I'm left to assume that you're being thick on purpose. Kindly don't do that anymore.

And you in the back, there's a gym downstairs. Please make use of it instead of using the exercise bike in the room where we're all watching a movie. Never mind, the bike was actually powering the projector! That makes a bit more sense.

Gah. People annoy me.

A meme, from  kindkit :

1. Comment and I will give you the names of 3 fictional characters or celebrities.
2. Post this meme with your answers.
3. Provide pictures and the names of the three people.
4. Label which you would marry, shag, or cliff.

kindkit  gave me some very, very difficult choices:

1. Second Doctor
2. Third Doctor
3. Eighth Doctor


Cliff: Eight

I...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But! Consider my reasoning. (Yes, I have reasoning. I had to think about this okay it was a tough decision.)

1. Eight is nigh-indestructible. Consider everything he gets put through in the EDAs and audios - and this is going off my secondhand knowledge, so in no way am I encompassing all examples: Infection by Faction Paradox (in the EDAs) or by "anti-Time" (the audios), more memory loss, losing one of his hearts, being tortured by a manifestation of his own TARDIS, outliving his home planet (twice?), storing the entire Matrix in his brain - oh, and surviving the majority of the Time War, presumably. Falling off a cliff probably wouldn't even hurt him.

2. Odds are good that he'd bang his head somewhere, thus losing his memory of the whole incident and making things substantially less awkward once I went down to fetch him.

3. Hey, the last person to do him substantial bodily harm in TV canon got snogged up against a tree. I find this information relevant.

4. "Cliff", here, is used in the Gallifreyan definition of the term, i.e. "a gentle slope that gives you grass stains at worst and can easily be conquered by means of a length of rope". Thank you, Five Doctors, your second third lulziest plot point at last comes in handy.



Shag: Three

Would I? Of course I would. Would we get along if I had to interact with him in any capacity after that? Probably not.

(Alas, Three's section of the THT is down, so I had to go with what I happened to have in my Scrapbook and Images folder at the moment. I could have used that Three-inna-T-shirt picture from The Silurians or the Undone Collar of Rassilon from Inferno, I suppose, but everyone's already seen those, so I just went with my favorite from the Three Doctors picspam. I don't know why I find him so attractive in this picture. I think it's the intense!face. And the red jacket is sort of my favorite. :D)



Marry: Two

There'd have to be some sort of polygamous arrangement worked out with Jamie beforehand, of course, since I have no business breaking up their epic love.

But  that said, I really do think Two is the happiest, and probably the friendliest, of the Doctors. Yeah, he has his moments of being a bit scary or deceptive, but after Jamie calls him on it he rarely does that to people he likes. His sheer love for the universe and his personal journey in it are deeply infectious, and if I had to leave my home behind and go wandering off into the unknown I'd rather it be with him.

Besides, look at him. He's adorable. :D
Back to work; there's an essay and a lab report what's due on Monday.