Sunday, September 25, 2011

I'm back to writing posts now. Writing posts is cool.

I have a new thing to obsess over. This is not news. For years I've found new things and then loved them disproportionately for a while, then moved on to the next thing. In retrospect, many of these turned out to be incredibly embarrassing (I'm not saying I have a Joe Jonas pillow... or chair... or tote bag) but liking things is just what I do.
My newest discovery is Doctor Who and I need to add words to this sentence so it doesn't rhyme with the one before it.
Let me tell you why this show is the best thing ever in the history of best things. At least for me. At this point in time.
In a weird development I might call "ironic" if I didn't hate that word and all the vastly uninteresting debates about what is or isn't irony, I started watching the show almost immediately after I returned from England. For the entirety of the summer, I caught up on episodes, mostly restricted to one episode a day by Megavideo's hated 70-minute rule. And let's be clear, when I say I watched the series, I mean the since-2005 stuff. There's about twenty to thirty years of classic Doctor Who I will probably never watch because the special effects are what are scientifically referred to now as "adorable."
Also, if you're a British actor and haven't been on Doctor Who, you pretty much don't matter. Simon Pegg, the woman who played Simon Pegg's mom in "Shaun of the Dead," Neil Gaiman, Andrew Garfield, Bill Nighy, that boy who played Chris in "Skins" and plenty of other people I'm not cultured enough to know all participated in the show at some point because they're British and that's just what you DO.
And the actress who played Martha Jones (a very underrated companion, in my opinion. Why does Rose get so much love? Girlfriend was irritating.) is now on "Law and Order: UK" which is a show premise I find kind of hilarious for reasons I can't quite explain.
Now let's discuss the guys on the show. Not the regenerations of the Doctor, but the regular guys. (Except not Mickey- never Mickey.) For the most part, not counting Captain Jack, the men who are on the show are not stop-you-in-your-tracks hot or impressive. They are normal guys, doing the best they can with their lots in life. Through experiences with the Doctor, the audience sees their true worth and we get to discover these guys we didn't give a second thought in the beginning of the episode are now making us laugh and melting our hearts. They aren't superheroes. They are our best friends, our classmates, who become extraordinary. And I love that. Also, I've said it before and I'll say it again: if a guy dresses up as Rory Williams, I take no responsibility for what happens to them. My attraction will make me black out and I won't even know what happened. This is fact.
I'm not even going to discuss the Doctors themselves. Because David Tennant. I love Nine and Eleven but come on. David effing Tennant. Your argument is invalid.
Also, I saw Matt Smith with a stuffed badger, and now I want a stuffed badger.
Anyone? Mediocre "Mean Girls" jokes? Anyone? No? Understandable.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

A Term in Storrs

Four day weekend= I suppose I can manage to write up a post.
But it's still the weekend, so I think I'm just going to rant at you today.
Here are some interesting slash funny things that have happened to me in the past few weeks.
-My British friend Greg flew to America and stayed with Emily for a week before school started. So a few of us gathered there to celebrate the superiority of these United States. This included seeing Plymouth Rock, quickly leaving Plymouth Rock because my friend Alyssa was afraid I would "rain shit" on some tours happening there (frankly, I probably would have. I hate that place), listening to "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along blog", laughing as Greg, who has never seen it, was utterly confused by the lyrics, and finally with friends modeling onesies.
-I accidentally left my wallet at Emily's house, so I spent that next week driving to and from work without a license. Laws? I laugh at your laws.
-I ordered all my books for school online, but instead of one textbook about African American history, I received the Reader's Digest New Fix-It-Yourself Handbook. I was confused. And apparently so was the company I ordered it from, because I asked them about it and received a response of "Shit if I know." I may be paraphrasing but that was the idea.
-I moved into school last Saturday, and in the ten minutes I spent parking my car, my 3 roommates, who I had just rudely woken up, took almost all of my stuff up to the room. The only thing I actually had to carry upstairs was one crate. I am surrounded by fabulous people and I am useless.
-Sunday was Hurricane Irene. While some other friends lost their power and had to read by light of the storm, my room was comfortable air conditioned and we spent the day watching movies and people run through the rain to the dining hall.
-That night we had a floor meeting, which is always heaven for my judgemental mind. During the "Tell all of us your life story even though no one cares" this one gorilla of a guy said "I play football. I'm a sports management major." Excuse me while I pick myself up from being knocked over in surprise.
-We had the following Monday off so streets could be cleared of Irene debris and it was a beautiful day and a great way to start the semester.
-Tuesday was the first day of school and I sat in class for about 11 hours. Tuesdays are not so fun for me. Except I met a lot of people who were actually nice. I was probably more surprised by their niceness than I should have been. I might be losing some of my cynicism. Tragedy.
-Thursday was similar to Tuesday. Classes for hours, then my mom stopped by to drop off a chair, then I had dinner with a friend, after which she used our shower because power was still off in her apartment. Later that night I discovered sheets and a pillow in my microwave. I'm just going to leave that without context.
-On Friday night we decided to go get Papa John's pizza, and then were stuck in traffic for way too long trying to get back. My friends discovered I get hilariously murder-y when I'm in traffic.
-Last night we watched the latest Doctor Who, which is totally my new thing. Obsessed.
Also, there's a guy in my African American history to 1850 class who kind of looks like Nick Jonas. True Story.