ProfSong and I went to Westminster today and noticed on the sign that it said something to the effect that large and bulky bags couldn’t be brought in. We both had a fairly large bag of souvenirs so at security she asked the guard if the bag was okay. To which he replied, Well, it’s rather trendy, isn’t it? I bet your friends back home will think it’s really great! It’s made more amusing by the fact that ProfSong didn’t get the humor for several hours. We then opened our bags (I had velcro-ed mine) and ProfSong got all excited since she didn’t realize the bags had closures on them and the guard made a comment about how “this one’s a little bit unobservant at the moment” and I said that she was always like that and he got defensive for her and told me it wasn’t at all necessary and it made me laugh.
I was on my way to Royal Festival Hall with ProfessorRiverSong-Archaeologist for the London Phil concert and this man (walking rather briskly) comes toward us on his mobile and I looked at his face and thought OH MY GOD IT CAN’T BE and then he spoke into the phone AND IT WAS.
ProfSong and I stopped (in the middle of the road) and looked at each other and nearly started hyperventilating. Had he not been on the phone and clearly in a hurry I would have asked for an autograph/picture but still it’s the first time I’ve actually seen any kind of celebrity just wandering about and it was exciting.
Alright London friends:
I’m in your city (and quite enjoying myself) and while I was here I wanted to pick up a copy of the Times Magazine with that interview with Benedict, but I can’t seem to find it anywhere. Suggestions of where to look?
Tried to meet Roger Allam and Colin Morgan today, but they didn’t come out for over an hour, so I gave up :( I bet they came out of the stage door 30 seconds after I left.
So, today’s adventures involved getting completely lost on the tube, experiencing London cabs for the first time, running through platform 9 3/4, and exploring the British library, culminating in the purchase of the book “Revelations of a Lady Detective.” I’m very curious.
On the roster for tomorrow is the Sherlock Holmes Museum, Madame Toussaud’s, the Tate Modern, and the Tempest at the Globe. Huzzah!
Going to be gone for awhile with little internet access and I was going to set up a queue, and then I realized that I have absolutely nothing to say :/
Well, I’ll be on sporadically over the coming week and a half. We’ll see how it goes.
RIGHT? Like I said, not my favorite character, but I wish the River/Doctor shippers would get off her case. She started this run of the series in St. John basically telling the Doctor to stop coming on to her (something akin to “down boy,” the exact line escapes me) and just finished up tonight’s episode smacking the Doctor in the face when he called her pretty. Even if she does have romantic feelings for the Doctor (which I personally don’t think she does, but that’s open to interpretation) she is certainly not acting on them and furthermore, the Doctor SOUGHT HER OUT. She wasn’t a random companion he found in a hospital or someone who showed up in his TARDIS in a wedding dress or even a small Scottish girl in an English village. She was a perfectly normal girl and the Doctor went looking for her! And then she turned him down the first time and he continued to ask! THIS IS NOT HER FAULT PLEASE LEAVE HER ALONE.
No, okay, can we leave Clara alone?
I’ll admit she’s not my favorite character, but she’s also not completely detestable. She seems generally nice and funny and fairly clever.
She also, for all the hype, appears to not really know anything about the Doctor’s personal life. She does not, regardless of her mention of “Pond” in Victorian London, seem to know about the companions that came before her. She also does not appear to know that the Doctor is married. So before you get upset about her trying to tear apart your ship, try thinking about it from a different angle.
Because you’ll notice that it’s the Doctor initiating pretty much all of the romantic elements. Clara has been turning him down at nearly every turn. Clara’s not trying to destroy your ship. If you want to blame someone, go ahead and blame the Doctor.
Watching Sherlock with ProfessorRiverSong-Archaeologist, who is asking all of the important questions:
“Why does he have a British accent?”
-“Because it’s a British TV show?”
“Why does she say the Lucky Cat is 10 pounds?”
-“Because that’s the currency they use in Britain?”
“But Britain is in Europe - why don’t they have Euros?”
-“That’s just the European Union that uses Euros.”
“Ohhhh I thought it just meant ‘Europe’.”
- Roommate is tired of long-distance boyfriend who acts like a child and can’t take care of himself or her
- Gets on dating website that is more typically hilarious than serious
- Talks to guys on site
- Goes on dates
- One of the guys she talks to sees a picture of me and says I’m gorgeous
- She’s not all that interested
- Goes on date anyway
- But invites me and a couple other girls to meet them at the bar after awhile
- I am incredibly awkward
- Guy leaves with my number
UPDATE: He told Roommate that I am the most gorgeous woman he’s ever met SERIOUSLY WHAT DO I DO
Idk he sounds kind of like a creeper to me. Why did he date your roommate at all if he was aiming for you and furthermore where did he get a pic of you?
So, I’m staying at the wonderful professorriversong-archaeologist’s house, and we were going to meet at her place of work for lunch today. As I’m getting ready to leave, I discover that I’m missing my car keys, which are attached to my wallet. No keys, no credit cards, no driver’s license. I turned the entire house upside down looking for them. Couldn’t find it. The car was locked, so clearly I had had them at some point last night. Called AAA, hoping that the keys were somehow locked inside. Waited for AAA for nearly an hour, and when they came out, the keys were definitely not in the car. Went back in the house and turned everything over again.
By this point I’m getting concerned that I had somehow dropped them outside and someone picked them up. Should I cancel my credit cards? How will I get the car to Chicago on Monday? How will I drive without a license??
One last look throughout the house found my keys behind several pieces of furniture and under the new puppy’s grooming materials, which weren’t used last night and where I never was.
How did they end up there?
Possibility 1 - for some reason when I went near there this morning to get the hairdryer I put them there.
Possibility 2 - the tiny frufru dog managed to pick them up and put them there for some reason.
I blame the dog.