so many fandoms

It never fails to crack me up. NEVER.

Last night, Colin, who I’ve met several times, didn’t know who I was right away. Finally, he said, “OH! YOU’RE THE NUMBER ONE FAN!”

I’m either the girl that drives four hours, ‘New Hampshire”, or Tam, when I’m with them. ‘Number one fan’ has been thrown around before, but I’ve never been known by that. It’s something the band members have said to me, but it’s never been my identity… Considering the last number one fan wound up in the band, I’m curious as to what my future holds. *grin*

I was deemed unusually huggable and then jinxed Syracuse. (w00t! I’m so glad Michigan won! For a bunch of reasons…) My drunk friend from the last show there left me alone, which was nice. Nothing makes me happier than freaky drunk guys not recognizing me.

Apparently, the laws in Woodstock (NY) are a wee bit relaxed when it comes to illegal substances. There was a guy openly selling shrooms, and the weed. Oh, dear Dog, the weed! Being smoked on the patio like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Which I suppose it is out there in the land of peace, love, and dirty hippies. (Seriously, the one guy really needed a bath. Or some deodorant. Maybe both. Oh, and a toothbrush.)

I headed back to the hotel reeking of smoke. Both tobacco and decidedly not tobacco. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I smelled was pot. It was so strong around me that I’m surprised I didn’t get high. Then, again, I might have been high when I went to bed this morning. The dreams I had certainly couldn’t have been the product of a sober brain.  I’m blaming the dreams on the pot fumes… NOT the JohnLock fan fic I read before bed, or the fact that I fell asleep watching Sherlock. Nope. Not at all.

(Suddenly, I’ve been leaning towards Parent!Lock… sweet, established relationship, with none of the smut or fluff. It seems like that’s the closest I can get to my brOPT!Lock sometimes, so I’ve been putting up with it for now.)

Did I just Sherlock a blog entry about Black Mountain Symphony?

Fuck.

I’m going to admit that I had a hard time warming up to Eleven… but I have come to adore him.

It would be boring if all the Doctor’s regenerations were exactly the same. However, you need to see that this is a continuation of the character, not a completely new one. I really do think Matt Smith does a good job of kind of capturing both Nine and Ten’s personalities while being himself. He’s got this dangerous undertone to him. Like he’s a nuclear bomb mere seconds from blowing up. At the same time, he’s also ridiculously childish. You can’t NOT love him in “Let’s Kill Hitler”. I mean, come on - this scene is pure brilliance on par with Ten’s “wibbly-wobbly’ speech from “Blink”:

“So sorry! Leg went to sleep. Just had a quick left leg power nap. I forgot I had one scheduled.
Actually, better sit down. I think I heard the right one yawning.”

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There are some things I want to talk about that aren’t related to British TV, but I’m not ready to put them out here yet.

In time.

Maybe.

I keep giggling over the photos of the TARDIS and Dalek I took almost 5 years ago.

We’re in the middle of a Doctor Who marathon (again - because it has been a bitch getting caught up), and Eleven’s use of Ten’s “wibbly wobbly”  like phrases bothers the shit out of me. He just doesn’t deliver it right.

But, it reminded me of when Rose was with Nine and she left all those Bad Wolf clues for herself. Apparently, I’m a Donna / Rose hybrid because I left clues of my Whovian future, but didn’t remember doing so.

It fits the pattern: Fascination with a blue box and a weird robot. Check. White Subaru. Check. Mazda purchased in MA that was supposed to be delivered to a dealership in Manchester, CT. Check. Job down the street from a place I used to work. Check. The friends I thought would be there forever and the massive fights. Check. Finally getting the German Shepherd I’d always wanted. Check.

A perfect circle - kinda.

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We went to Boston yesterday - kind of to make up for the post-lay off trip. There were some things I wanted to buy at Levenger, but couldn’t afford. So, we went back and I treated myself with some of my birthday money. And then we headed to Target, where I bought some stuff for my desk at work. And “The Hobbit”... not because I’m particulary interested in the movie, but because my brOTP is in it. Granted, one’s a dragon and one’s The Hobbit, but still.

I love Boston… if I was going to live in a US city, it would be there. I’m not a city girl, but I love being able to go there whenever I want. It feels like home.Like I’ve said before, London makes me feel the same way. Walking through Boston, through the Common and the Public Garden, reminded me of Hyde Park and St. James’ Park. It was kind of bittersweet - I need to be in London in April, but I can’t go, and it KILLS me. We’re going to have to figure out how to get there soon, but with the new job, I just don’t know how that’s going to happen. (DAMN MY NEW JOB!)

Possibly related: since I fucked up and took a job with a small local company, how the hell are we supposed to move there?

AND OMFG! WHY DIDN’T ANY OF THE WHOLOCKIANS POINT OUT THAT FUCKING LESTRADE IS IN THE DOCTOR WHO EPISODE “DINOSAURS ON A SPACESHIP”?!?? I nearly choked on my crisps. (Almost caught up… Almost.)

(I’ve been reading way too much brit-picked JohnLock fanfic and since I’m writing my own JL fan fic, I’ve had to immerse myself in the language. A huge apology to all my British friends… I probably sound ridiculous and I do promise that I will never use the phrase ‘chip and pin machine’ when referring to a self-serve checkout machine at a grocery store. Just be glad I’m not attempting the accent!)

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BC lost to Union last night. This is the first time the BC Senior class has lost a championship game. Awwww.. my heart breaks for them. NOT!  UMASS-Lowell is going to the Frozen Four. I’m not a huge RiverHawks fan, but I’m glad it’s them and not UNH or BC.

And so life goes on - Doctor Who, Johnlock, and college hockey.

Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.

I took these photos of the TARDIS and a Dalek the last time we were in London. That would be September of 2008… long before I became a Whovian. I don’t remember what possessed me to take them, but I am totally laughing my ass off right now because I did.

It’s yet another interesting way my life is circling back.

For example, this new job? Literally down the street from a place I used to work at when we first moved back to New England.

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Found this in a JohnLock fanfic and decided it was worth keeping…

You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. You don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. If a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go. - Daniell Koepke

I know there are probably a few people who are all like “pot? meet kettle.” and that’s fine. The door swings both ways.