It’s been a difficult week. Not really been feeling like myself ever since the news of Davy Jones’s passing. That was a rather big deal. I don’t think I’ve ever been that affected by or inconsolable about a celebrity death before. I guess two things account for that: the sheer unexpectedness of it, and how ever-present the Monkees have been in my life. In talking to elfslut I realized that this really does feel like losing a member of the family.

If fandom had existed back then, the Beatles and the Monkees would have been my first fandom. In a way, they still were. Last year, around the time I saw the Monkees in concert again, I started really getting back into them. They’ve always been my comfort food – something fun and happy I could easily turn to if I wanted or needed to. I’ve never really stopped listening to their music, but last year I began rewatching the TV show, too. Re-reading their autobiographies. Even discovered a bit of an online fandom for them! They were popular, still touring, and it was a great time to be a Monkees fan.

Then this happened. And I really don’t know what to say about it, beyond the fact that I’m still in shock, I think. It was surreal, last week - the show/band of my childhood, who I’ve been watching DVDs of almost every night for months now, was all over the TV and the news again. And it was for the worst reason imaginable.

Put it this way – to quote one of the articles that came out recently to mark this event, “The Monkees are my childhood. They are my adulthood.”

It’s a strange thing, the media. The enormous amount of coverage has surprised me, and pleased me, too. I’ve not yet decided if having so much coverage helps one get through this kind of thing or makes it worse. But seeing someone else, some respected writer or artist, using a public/approved venue to express the same reactions that you’re having is a Good Thing, I think.

I learned that
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and that it's nearly impossible for me to go to bed when John Simm is Tweeting. Kind of odd that his tweets make me literally grin at the computer screen. Not much else does that, these days.

/because I figured my LJ needed a silly, positive post for a change

Happy Christmas Eve, to those of you who celebrate! :D

Honestly, I’m not really feeling very Christmas-y, which is a little sad, I guess. It’s hard to get properly excited about Christmas these days. Not sure why.

The last time I was really looking forward to Christmas was 2009, and that turned out to be the worst Christmas ever. Maybe that has something to do with it.

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So, anyway. We had no Christmas that year, basically.

Of course, I missed Doctor Who in 2009, too. The End of Time Part 1. For some stupid reason, I’m still bitter about that.

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Fortunately, that year, I got home the day before New Year’s Eve (that’s how long it took them to restore the power – it took a month for them to restore phone service, incidentally) so I was just in time to see EoT Part 2 and weep over Ten’s death. Fun times.

I still can’t watch the regeneration without getting all emotional, btw. It was on BBCA last night, and watching it is still like having someone bludgeon my soul with something very hard. :| I’ve watched that scene three times in the last 24 hours, thanks to BBCA. Ohgodwhy. Two years. Still not over it. (Which is a testament to how strong and lasting a character Ten is and how powerful the RTD years can be. So, kind of a good thing, in a way.)


Also! A minute ago, BBCA was showing something called “Best of the Doctor Who Christmas Specials.” They started talking about last year’s special, A Christmas Carol, and this guy said “By far the best Christmas special.” Um, really? Really? This is making me rage just a little.

(At least the "Nerdist" thing is on now. Which Tennant is evidently going to be on. I've missed getting a Dave fix on Christmas. Wil Wheaton's on right now - fun fact: Wheaton dug my Ten cosplay at D*Con this year.)

I've been trying to work out how much writing I've ended up posting on Tumblr, and in going back through some posts, I found a Doctor Who fic from earlier this year. I had a look and decided that it was better than I remembered (if somewhat bizarre and surreal), so I'm going to share.

Title: Thou Art Sick
What: Doctor Who
Who: Doctor/Master
When: During the Year, probably, but it doesn't have to be.
Rating: PG-13
Date Written: Feb. 2011


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Hope everyone who celebrates Halloween had a lovely one. I typically celebrate by spending upwards of two hours carving a fandom-related pumpkin, and this year was no exception.




Dave pumpkin! Well, the Tenth Doctor, technically. My other Who-related jack o'lanterns from Halloweens past are right here, if you're interested.

In non-Halloween related news, I'm sure everyone's seen those leaked End of Time wrap party videos by now - you know, the ones of David Tennant and the cast and crew including John Simm ashfgakjfhgd please forgive the keysmash goofing around to "500 Miles", and the Tennant/Catherine Tate/John Barrowman tribute to RTD and Julie Gardner.

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Mainly just so I can have them on my LJ. It's easier to find things again on LJ than it is on Tumblr.

I find it strange that those were actually leaked at all, especially two years after the fact. I'm not complaining, though. They certainly reinforce one fact that I already knew to be true: David Tennant has almost zero sense of personal embarrassment. I envy him that.

So, this is happening: Siiiiiimm.

Which I've already freaked out over on Tumblr (oh, Tumblr. What am I going to do with you. Why must I always become so utterly silly and immature when using you?).

It seems insane, because this will be taking place only about a year after my last trip, but...the news came out enough in advance, so. I think I may try to make this happen. *flail*

I am surprisingly bad at predicting what John Simm's next moves will be. I know how much Hamlet exhausted him, so I was just saying to someone yesterday (the anniversary of my ~meeting him, incidentally) that I doubted he'd do any more theatre work any time soon, because unlike David Tennant, he doesn't love to work constantly. I think I need to amend that statement to: he doesn't love to work constantly, but he ends up doing it anyway. He's not like David in that he won't do project after project until he breaks his back and gets laryngitis or something else that forces him to take a break-- but when opportunity knocks, I don't think Simm can really resist it.

In other news, a few weeks ago I went to see Peter Tork of the Monkees in concert, because for some bizarre reason he was only playing about two hours from me. So, that was lovely. :3 I'd never seen him do a solo show before, but he was my favorite Monkee when I was little, so my inner child is very happy about that.

I never really got around to talking about how Dragon*Con went, and it's probably far more interesting than the things I usually post about, so here goes!

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Does that make sense? If any of you Life On Mars fans feel like chipping in your two cents, please do, because I'm incredibly curious about what other fans would think about it. Whether or not you agree with my interpretation of the scene, I'd love to hear what you have to say and ~discuss that theme a bit.

The minor earthquake today was actually a little off-putting. :| I know it was absurdly minor, but I've never felt anything remotely earthquake-like before, so. Plus, one of my little TARDISes started banging against the wall. Which was weird.

Anyway. There was a point to this update. What have I been up to? Most importantly, Fright Night, I suppose. Which I saw this weekend with mind_the_tardis, t_eyla, and earlwyn. Such a fun movie, and not just because David Tennant was in leather pants, surprisingly. It might even be more fun than the original, and I never thought I'd be saying that!

I've already seen it a second time since then, although the local theatre is rubbish compared to the first one. The screen was so dark that I actually felt like I was missing some of the detail from before (which is something you notice when you're staring at David Tennant, apparently - I think I'm embarking on an enormous obsession with Peter Vincent now), they forgot to start the film and I had to get the manager, and:

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Next on the agenda is Dragon*Con, I suppose. I can't believe it's almost here and I'm woefully underprepared.

So, Saturday was my birthday. Which was uneventful, but mostly lovely, and consisted of a Life on Mars marathon (which I'd meant to do way back on John Simm's birthday on the 10th, but didn't), followed by a Doctor Who one.

Also, here's my cake:
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Yes. Geekery abounds.

(Bonus geekery: I have the same birthday as Neville Longbottom.)

Seriously belated trip photos, anyone?

I'm going to stick some of my photos from Much Ado About Nothing and the Doctor Who Experience here, for anyone interested in seeing some gratuitous David Tennant/Catherine Tate/et. al. photos.

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