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I dreamt last night that I was in an episode of Doctor Who (I know, you'd think my subconscious would have something better to do).
The Eleventh Doctor had decided that the only possible way to solve this problem was to explode River Song. So he handed her a cartoon-style bomb with a long fuse, and she looked at us all rather upset while the wick burnt down.
While it was doing so, we were saying to the Doctor, "but we already saw her getting written out in the Vashta Nevada episode, how can you kill her off now?" I think the Doctor just wanted to get rid of her, because his reply was a rather blasé, "oh, timey wimey. Whatever. I don't know."
After she exploded, we all felt like we should pay her some respects, and she'd written us each a personal letter, and one to the whole group. None of were very bothered, but we managed to get through the group letter before getting bored and sodding off.
Anyway moral of the story: I guess I don't like River Song! SPOILERS!
In other, more substantive, news: I finished planting up my garden this weekend, with the exception of the forget-me-nots which are in a seed bed until later in the year. Annoyingly they're also the only plant, aside from the odd carrot, which has actually emerged from the soil yet. I'm probably being impatient but I'll be annoyed if none of the seeds grow!
I've also put down chicken wire, since the cats were having a field day on the dug out soil. I wouldn't mind so much, but cat poop doesn't even make good manure, in fact from what I've read it's actively bad for the soil. Bloody cats.
I now have a Dreamwidth invite code. Prod me! First come, first exploded.
The Eleventh Doctor had decided that the only possible way to solve this problem was to explode River Song. So he handed her a cartoon-style bomb with a long fuse, and she looked at us all rather upset while the wick burnt down.
While it was doing so, we were saying to the Doctor, "but we already saw her getting written out in the Vashta Nevada episode, how can you kill her off now?" I think the Doctor just wanted to get rid of her, because his reply was a rather blasé, "oh, timey wimey. Whatever. I don't know."
After she exploded, we all felt like we should pay her some respects, and she'd written us each a personal letter, and one to the whole group. None of were very bothered, but we managed to get through the group letter before getting bored and sodding off.
Anyway moral of the story: I guess I don't like River Song! SPOILERS!
In other, more substantive, news: I finished planting up my garden this weekend, with the exception of the forget-me-nots which are in a seed bed until later in the year. Annoyingly they're also the only plant, aside from the odd carrot, which has actually emerged from the soil yet. I'm probably being impatient but I'll be annoyed if none of the seeds grow!
I've also put down chicken wire, since the cats were having a field day on the dug out soil. I wouldn't mind so much, but cat poop doesn't even make good manure, in fact from what I've read it's actively bad for the soil. Bloody cats.
I now have a Dreamwidth invite code. Prod me! First come, first exploded.
