There's stuff again.

Personal Life:
( Contains the words 'work', 'money', 'school' and 'future', and two pictures. )

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun


Awesomeness:
Movies:
Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland - Oh yes.
Last time I was expecting a movie as enthusiastically was before the Star Trek film came out.

I mean - It's Burton. (Guaranteed greatness.) and Alice in Wonderland (Scary shit on it's own, and with Burton who knows will happen?)
Burton has the holy trinity thing working for him here too. Danny Elfman's music (Can it be bad?) and Depp as the Mad Hatter (Look at the picture in the link!). Mind you, Stephen Fry and Alan Rickman , too.

And oh! Hey! Yeah! I remember! I'm waiting for another movie too - well, actually, waiting for them to announce that they're going to make it. The possible Doctor Who movie starring Tennant. (Comic-Con is not that far away!) I read about R. T. Davies moving overseas to America, though. But nothing prevents him writing scripts there.
You see, I have this mental image of him (Or Steven Moffatt, of course, but he's the main writer for the next TV series, he'll be busy) writing a 10!Doctor movie that has to do with that River Song and her relationship/adventures with the Doctor.
Now, don't get me wrong - I didn't particularly like her, I didn't particularly like any of the females in the series, except for Donna, who had attitude. I just mean that it is sort of like a story never happened 'cause Tennant leaves the series, but they could make it happen in the movie. If I were a writer and actually liked River Song, that's what I would do.

TV:
I'm also waiting very eagerly for the next Doctor Who episode to come out - and it's months away! Argh, the torture! We want the Master!

//edit at 00:17.
Okay. I'm. Out. Of. Words.

*makes a face. not necessarily a bad face. just a face.*

I'm *takes a deep breath* listening to some of John Barrowman's songs on Youtube. I'm completely in love with him. No, really.

//edited again at 00:39 between 'I might also want an iPod or something like that.' and 'I will also save some of the money for a potential UK trip in the future.'

Can you believe it?
I actually have fucking tears in my eyes. They bloody killed Ianto! They fucking killed him! That's no way to treat us. I haven't been this sad because of a death of some TV character, like, ever! How could they do it? And how can they make Jack leave? Isn't there going to be a next season of Torchwood? That's MONEY! And no bloodshitting John Hart played by the marvellous James Marsters can never compare to the awesomeness of Garet David-Lloyd as Ianto Jones! I used to adore Russell T. Davies. And now he fraking killed off Ianto. I ain't fucking getting over this in weeks.
There's Torchwood on TV now too, 1st season episodes, but it's all just so sad and yargh! Just can't take it.


I'm gonna need some happy coming-back-to-life fanfiction now.

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This might be of help too. http://www.saveiantojones.com/

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Not fun.

Okay. Many things. Shortly.

Portugal - Sunny beaches and stuff.

Work - I might have some.

TV - Torchwood s03 is going to be watched right now. Not on TV though.

Life - Made tolerable by my darling computer and some chocolate.

Random things - This. A scan from the Finnish weekly culture paper NYT. The picture is named 'scifiuhattunaiikspock.jpg' on my computer - that would translate as 'scifi-being-threatened-yikes-spock.jpg'



I shan't translate the whole thing, but this is the main idea:
Scifi isn't doing that well when compared to fantasy. Younger people discover science fiction as they grow up, though, so there's nothing to really worry about.
The article states that the Star Trek movie sold only a fraction of what the Harry Potter movie did.
Fantasy books, such as Twilight, sell much better than scifi.
The most disturbing line of text can be found under the picture. It says that 'The young sci-fists don't know Spock anymore.' - Now talk about terrifying - yet true!

Dif-tor heh smusma and the salute to you too, I do know Spock, and am well proud of it!

Hehee. I watched Moulin Rouge yesterday and now again with mum, and it's great!
Nothing more really.

Heh. The first ones I ever actually listened to, Ghosts and Man in the Mirror [yeah, not the most usual 'first ones'] along with Smooth Criminal and Beat it. But they're classics, all of them, even more now that the King is dead.

Yay! YleTV2 is going to start showing Torchwood! Yay!

I'm trying to find some instrumental music piece I could draw to.

I also made the following discovery: my brain doesn't work that well with music. I mean, I love music, but I'm not that musical. My main artistic skills focus on drawing and writing. I also find that music, unlike words, doesn't really turn into pictures in my head. Sure, that's probably got some good reason that's got to do with the structure of the human brain or something, but when one tries to draw one's interpretation of a instrumental song it would be nice to have a music-to-images translator in one's head.

It's surreal: I have nothing to say, except rest in peace, MJ.

Writer's Block:

1.What fictional character do you most identify with?

Let's start listin'!

The first and perhaps most accurate one might me:
Gandalf - old, wise, a leader, wise, uh... uber-cool pop culture icon?

I find Anakin's 'Ariesness' very close to that of mine - self-conscious, stubborn, loyal, drawn to the dark side - and the rest is history.
Same kind of decisiveness and boldness can be found in, none other than our lovely Capt. James. T. Kirk.
Also; Scarlett O'Hara.

That Basil guy in The Picture of Dorian Gray. The was artsy, and totally gay, and very 'beautiful things are to be kept secret, so that I can enjoy them just by myself'. Also, he got killed.

Dana Scully. Intelligent, scientific, woman?
Funny thing is, I also identify very much with Mulder. They're not that different, in the end, are they?

Ohh, hey! Scar from Lion King! 'I'm surrounded by idiots!' Only I can't bother to make those idiots follow me. And I wouldn't like to be a king.

Floyd Pinkerton. 'Pink', that is. 'Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel'. When life gets too difficult. People don't understand. And in the end you turn out to be the one thing you tried to fight - much like young Skywalker.

The compulsory Doctor Who bit - The cool-music-minded insane-since-childhood Time Lord the Master, I identify with him. He was intelligent, too.

Ellen Ripley - alongside with Scully, Ripley is the only female character I've ever really identified with. She's strong-willed, intelligent, and usually is made the boss against her own wishes. You also forget that she's a woman.

While I'm not the greatest Batman fan in the world, Dr. Jonathan Crane, aka the Scarecrow, who works at the asylum, and should more or less be an inmate, was, during 'Batman Begins' my favourite character. The intelligence. The eyeglasses.

Colonel 'This sketch is getting too silly' from the Flying Circus. I get that terrible urge to tell people they're talking stupid nonsense every now and then (nonsensical stuff isn't necessarily bad, only when it's stupid)

Snufkin, Moomins.'Nuff said, really. A loner, who occasionally enjoys people's company, eats fish, is philosophical, intelligent, wise, a restless soul.
While not being my favourite character, Hodgkinson (or however it was written) from the Moomin series by Tove Jansson has that inventor-drive on his side. He's not that adventurous, either. More of a thinker.

There was a fox in a book that my parents used to read to me - The Restless Fox, born in April, when the moon was at it's fullest. He received restless footprints as a gift from lady Moon, and ever since it has had to move from one place to another, and on those nights when the stars are close to earth, it can do nothing but to howl at the Moon.
That fox is me. For real. (In the end, the fox must be locked in a cage and kept under the boiling sun for a couple of days, so he can be set free. Hopefully my life goes easier on me.)

Would it be too much to say HAL-9000 here in the end?


*footnote: Question to readers: Which would be the defining word here?Hint, begins with 'I'

Uhm. I've been listening to Scissor Sisters. They have a couple of good songs. Seriously. And-uh. Hey! I thought today I could just go into an eyeglassstore and ask if they sold glasses with no power? strength? in the lens.

And the hair! I have a pic (which I happen to adore for the following reasons: 1. Mr. Tennant. 2. The hair. 4-no, waitaminute, 3. his nose. isn't it adorable? 4. the clockwork. the clockwork is cool. and 23. those glasses. i want glasses like that too. and hair like that too.):

Wonder if this fits.

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...

English Genius

You scored 93% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 87% Advanced, and 80% Expert!

Aah, you're no fun any more!

No, well, it, actually, it's not fun anymore. I knew I shouldna have watched all of the Doctor Who at once, but what's done is done.
Now the next episode it so be aired in November and good lord it's almost half a year till that. There's much speculating surrounding it, and it reminds me of the days when the couple last of Harry Potters hadn't been published year and everyone had their theories about how it would end.

It's going to be epic, I hope, I really hope, cause [now, you see, someone might think this contains spoilers, but I don't think anyone like that would be reading this anyway, and anyway, this isn't anything much] Tennant's Doctor is gonna die and then regenerate into the next one - I know I've told you about that guy, Matt smith, or whatever. I mean, youtube's filled with videos with good actors (and real people too, one video had variety from Obama to teletubbies) who could portray him and then they choose this bloke.

Also, I've thought about getting my hair cut again. And shorter, too, this time. Mum said we'd see about it at the end of the summer holiday, which is perfectly fine with me.

Oh well.It's, like, almost midsummer.

Um.

I've nothing to say. Again.

Nah. Nothing.

It's amazing how you think that when on holiday you've got all the time you need in your hands and then when you're there everything just goes by like a lightning. Now you can see that I'm a little distracted and this writing is kinda bad so I'm just gonna go away.

that's it! Now I know why 'One of these days' always sounded so familiar - it's a bit like the Doctor Who theme!
Isn't that fun?


//okay I'm editing to this post 'cause it's not fun to have too many separate posts per day.
This made me realise (realize. realise. I think I actually prefer the z) that I've been listening to way too little Queen the past few days.

I don't think I had anything else to say. NO WAIT! John Simm (it was John Simm wasn't it?) as the MASTER! THIS: here. I mean, he's evil, and sexy and EVIL. And SEXY! *glee*


Hey. I need some Doctor who icons. Well I don't really use any others than this default one but who cares?

I actually am feeling kinda good right now. It's a good mix-up of Doctor who, music, some food, holiday(=freedom) and good food. Its' nice. Wait. That had food twice. Oops. heh.

So. I come to you, once again.

I'm thinking I'm going to feel really bad again soon. That'd be because I finished watching all the Doctor Who episodes I have here. Mind you, it was brilliant.
I've told of this before, it's the need and inability to do anything and everything, that comes to me from time to time.
But now I've worked it out, and knowing, consciously knowing what's causing it it all might be a little better.
It happened that last time some day last week. It was the day it had rained like hell. We, me and mum, had been in the livingroom, she on the other sofa watching TV and me on the other with this laptop and Doctor Who running. The rain had stopped. I had been eating earlier the day, and though I seldom like getting up when I have things to do I remember feeling so good that I hadn't minded going to the kitchen several times that evening.
I had shut down my computer, and was sitting on this sofa, thinking. It was not an 'end of series' point this is, but something different. I sat, and mum shut the TV down and then it got me.
It's kinda hard to explain it in words, but this is what we gathered, while we sat on the balcony, me and mum, that night. I feel like doing something. I need to do something. And there's nothing, nothing I can do.

I live very much up inside my head. Sometimes it's good. I can escape when people get boring, life gets dull. And that happens quite often. For me movies, books, (and, quite recently, these TV series,) are a way of escaping. Inside one's mind they grow and mingle with imagination and become something bigger than life. It's a world of dreams, fantasies, stories of future and past and different places, whole universes, a place where limits are set only by one's ever-expanding mind.
And coming down from there can be hard. And painful. The return back to earth, from the clouds of, dare I say it, happiness, is an unavoidable thing. If you mix up with that any kind of stress or tiredness you'll (well, 'I'll', at least) be feeling very _down_. (Can't be too little emphasis on that word.)
It's like a price - when you experience something pleasant you must pay for it. With me feelings run deep and strong and that means- well you go figure out what that means yourself.

Now, I don't feel quite as bad as I had thought I would. Maybe I'm not tired enough. Maybe writing this helped. Maybe this was the scariest shit I ever wrote. In english too.

'Twas really strange today. I suffered (still slightly am suffering) of terrible, uncontrollable shaking of both of my hands. I have an explanation for this (has to do with gardening) but that main thing is, is was freaky. Even now if I rise my hands to the height of my chest my thumbs and slowly whole hands start to shake.

It seemed to me as what we Finns call coffee cup neurosis - social phobia in english, and this had nothing to do with me being somehow socially phobic. (No. It was that wisteria fence. Wouldn't make sense to you though.)

By the way (from one thing to another - smooth as ever) 'though' is an interesting word I find the characters of Doctor Who use quite frequently in the end of their sentences. Apparently (at least, so it seems to me) it is used in stead of a 'but' in the beginning of the sentence. I think it might have stuck with me by now, and it therefore can be expected to be heard god lord this sentence makes to sense. Quite like me though, innit? I'll be back. To spread the Doctor Who love.
Mind you, I only have that one season with David Tennant and then there'll be no more AND the next Doctor looks to me (the pictures I've seen) like 20-year-old emo kid wit his young face and long over-one-eye-hair. But yeah, can't judge him by his looks - that was the way with the change between Doctors 9 and 10 for me too, at first I thought Tennant looked quite wrong, but I got used to him and now he looks good as ever. And ah . . . well yeah, I might be back to compliment on his clothes someday and something and mu god THOSE EYEGLASSES. I'd be going positively 'squee' right now was it my style.

Did I tell you already that I love Doctor Who? I mean, love. No. You can't know. . . . I'm silent 'cause the words escape me. It's genius, at least, it's funny, wonderful, exiting, BRITISH, great - everything! Ahh. *silence*

I'm here at my grandparents'. The weather's not the most amazing, but at least one doesn't need to be outside that much.

There's not really anything to say. Yesterday I read some PG Wodehouse book. Jeeves, guys, anyone? It was in Finnish of course and old language so a bit tacky but blah, I 've got own books to read too so I'm not going to bother with it, not yet anyway.

Nothing more, really. Just, don't blink. Blink even once, and they'll get you. Remember this.

It's thundering outside, and I love it. It's not directly above us, but you still can hear the rumbling.

Today was my best friend's what'sitcalled confirmation? Becomes a part of the church (that sounds a bit creepy doesn't it?) and grow up to adulthood and all.

Uh, and, yeah. I'm still watching Doctor Who. Love it, absolutely.

Man. I just came to tell you that I've got a new favourite tv-series: Doctor Who.

It's update time again. As if I actually had anything to tell you. All I've done watched some tv-series (Heroes, House, ST:TOS, X-Files...Battletsar Galactica too)

I bought Iron Maiden's The Number of the Beast some days ago. It's actually quite good, considering these facts: Heavy Rock, Occasional Less than melodic singing and 80s.

Hey. There's this awesomey website-online-store from where I'm thinking of ordering something. (cafepress.com or something)
Then again, I should be buying some records, most notably Oingo Boingo (which would require online-store-shopping too, I'm afraid), and Dylan. And AC/DC. What's their best album, anyway?

Um. People just now started to depress me. No worries though, I suppose I'll go and watch The Trouble with the Tribbles again and be happy about it. Or I'LL GO AND SEE IF The Fear AND Loathing BLOGGER HAS SOME UPDATES. She's KINDA AWESOME. Well, fuck. Caps Lock. It's so darn close to 'A' and Shift that I always accidentally press it and this is the result.


Ah. I should be going round places asking if they'd take me to work in the autumn for a couple of weeks. As if I had any interest in doing that - I mean, the round going. No problems with going to work, or anything. If I just had a place to go to already.

It's Saturday. I've been on summer holiday for a week now. I haven't set my foot out of the building (I've been to my cousins' house but I can go there without going outside). I love holidays. You can just lie around, do nothing (what have I done? computer, computer, drawing, eating. For the whole week.) Today I'm going over to dad's and tomorrow's my cousin's birthday.

While on holiday I lose my perception of time quite fast. What day is it? What time is it? Is it day or night? When we get closer to midsummer it's going to get even worse as the nights grow lighter.

It's been raining. It's cold outside. Not that I have to care about that, I've been just lying in my bed. I can count 6 mugs on my bedside table. Some cups and spoons. We are kinda liberal here with mum. I suppose someone'd consider it bad education (bad bringing-up? heh).


I'm trying to enjoy the freedom while I can. As my parents' holidays start I suppose I'll be going here and there and everywhere (yay for a Beatles reference).

I've actually been thinking of doing something. I'd love to do some serious sewing, but knowing me it's highly unlikely I'll actually get anything done.

I also need something new to listen. I've been trying to listen to AC/DC and Iron Maiden, and while they're not bad at all I'm so used to _melodic singing_ that they're a bit hard for me to swallow.
I've been listening to Bob Dylan too. Don't know if his singing is any more melodic, but that's not why people listen to him anyways. It's the lyrics, right?


It's actually really hard to write of the thing's I've been doing when I haven't done anything.