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I thought about posting this in a filter, but it really doesn't relate to any of my filters. For those that don't know, the character Martha Jones from Doctor Who supposedly has a myspace blog. And...I'm not sure who they've got over at the BBC writing this (it is official, isn't it?), but most the time they make her sound 12 years old instead of a university-educated medical student. And half the time you're wondering if they've even bothered to watch the episode before they wrote it, or if they just got notes from RTD via email, with smiley faces, and "LOL"s and so on.
I sort of MST3K-ed a couple of Ten and Rose novels a while back, and if you've known me for any length of time, MST-ing is in my blood. I heavily parodied my own S/J pairing while in SG-1 fandom.
I can't help it! I MUST MST MARTHA'S LATEST BLOG POST! Or I will explode. It was supposedly written after Blink. Italics are the original.
Well, have you missed me?
Of course, you've probably not noticed I've been away. Time travel's funny like that. But, yeah, we've just spent a few weeks trapped in 1969!
Which, to be fair, was more cheery than 1913.
It all started when we, yet again, arrived in 2007. I'm not sure why we keep going back there but I'm seriously hoping it's not because that's when Rose was from.
Anyway, we landed in the grounds of this old house called Wester Drumlins. It was pretty cool actually. The kind of place Mum used to drag us to when we were kids.
And in the garden, there were these statues. Only, they weren't statues. They were aliens of some sort. The Doctor said they're called Weeping Angels.
Of course, he only realised that AFTER they'd zapped us back to 1969 – leaving the TARDIS behind. So, yeah, that's where we've been. The Swinging Sixties. Rock on!
Bless him, he had a bit of a panic about being separated from the TARDIS but I calmed him down. Told him we'd be fine.
And, for once, I honestly knew that we would because we had this folder telling us what we needed to do.
It was all this information compiled by this woman called Sally who lived in 2007.
And she compiled it based on what we'd told her – in our future but her past. Time travel... it can seriously mess with your mind!! I asked the Doctor to explain it all to me but he started babbling on about timey-wimey devices so I stuck a banana in his mouth.
So, really, it was a case of the Doctor setting up all this stuff for Sally while I... lived, I guess. We got ourselves a little flat. Tiny little place that makes mine back home look like a palace.
Oh and before you ask, he stayed on the sofa!
Of course, to pay for it all, I had to get a job. In a shop. Now, there's nothing wrong with working in a shop. It beats being a maid anyway but it's a bit of a step down from being a nearly-Doctor.
It was a bit of a laugh really. Got on great with the other girls although it was a shock to suddenly realise that they were the same age as my mum! So, yeah, days were spent in the shop and evenings either out with the girls
or staying in and watching telly with the Doctor. Oh, now that's funny. You should have seen him, sitting watching the telly eating his dinner off a tray. He looked so uncomfortable. And I know it's cruel and wrong to laugh at that but him all hunched up on this tiny sofa, his gangly legs sticking out while he ate his beans and watched Coronation Street... it was like the most alien thing I think I've seen yet. Oh, and one night, we watched the Eurovision concert! Lulu was one of the winners with Boom Bang-a-Bang which was weird. Not her winning but the whole fact that only a few weeks ago we were at the 2007 Eurovision.
It really brought home how all this time travel thing is just all a bit mental. In 1913, seeing Tim as a young kid then seeing him again in 2008 as an old man. Working with girls my age who are really my mum's age. Going from the 2007 Eurovision to watching the 1969 Eurovision.
Being in the year where Harold Saxon was born but coming from the year where he's standing for Prime Minister. It's a bit like... everything's linked. Time isn't this linear thing that we think it is. Like there's, I dunno, some kind of pattern.
Or something. I guess I'm just seeing the bigger picture. Hark at me getting all profound!
But yeah, ignoring all the head-messing madness of time travel, it's been fun. It's just been nice to spend some time with the Doctor where we're not running around fighting off alien invaders or whatever. We've just had time to sit and watch a bit of telly, eat normal food that kind of thing. You know, like normal friends do.
But it's also good to be off again. Not sure where we're heading. He's mentioned something about topping-up but I'm guessing he doesn't mean his mobile.
So, I'll speak to you soon from whatever year we next end up in! Rock on!.
I sort of MST3K-ed a couple of Ten and Rose novels a while back, and if you've known me for any length of time, MST-ing is in my blood. I heavily parodied my own S/J pairing while in SG-1 fandom.
I can't help it! I MUST MST MARTHA'S LATEST BLOG POST! Or I will explode. It was supposedly written after Blink. Italics are the original.
Well, have you missed me?
- *Martha's family (in 2007) perks up at the thought she might actually be addressing them*
Of course, you've probably not noticed I've been away. Time travel's funny like that. But, yeah, we've just spent a few weeks trapped in 1969!
- *Martha's family (in 2007) considers therapy for her*
Which, to be fair, was more cheery than 1913.
- *also considers rehab*
It all started when we, yet again, arrived in 2007. I'm not sure why we keep going back there but I'm seriously hoping it's not because that's when Rose was from.
- Martha's family (in 2007): Who the fuck is Rose?
Anyway, we landed in the grounds of this old house called Wester Drumlins. It was pretty cool actually. The kind of place Mum used to drag us to when we were kids.
- Martha's mother: HOLY SHIT, SHE MENTIONED ME!
And in the garden, there were these statues. Only, they weren't statues. They were aliens of some sort. The Doctor said they're called Weeping Angels.
- He also gave me a cookie.
Of course, he only realised that AFTER they'd zapped us back to 1969 – leaving the TARDIS behind. So, yeah, that's where we've been. The Swinging Sixties. Rock on!
- Audience: Oh. Dear. Should we tell her that the Doctor had the entire thing planned out before he stepped foot out of the TARDIS? As he had the transcript, the photos and had made the recording in the TARDIS? He just didn't bother to tell her, apparently.
Bless him, he had a bit of a panic about being separated from the TARDIS but I calmed him down. Told him we'd be fine.
- Well, that's what I thought had happened until the Doctor threw water on me to wake me up. Turns out I'd fainted due to meltdown implosion. Oh, how we laughed.
And, for once, I honestly knew that we would because we had this folder telling us what we needed to do.
- Audience: So the Doctor still hadn't let on that he knew everything before you got zapped? That's a bit amusing.
It was all this information compiled by this woman called Sally who lived in 2007.
- Goddammit, she'd better not look like Rose. Or know Rose. Or have ever used the word "rose." She probably has as she lives in 2007, the bitch.
And she compiled it based on what we'd told her – in our future but her past. Time travel... it can seriously mess with your mind!! I asked the Doctor to explain it all to me but he started babbling on about timey-wimey devices so I stuck a banana in his mouth.
- He then said something that sounded like "muck loff" but it was hard to tell with the banana in there.
So, really, it was a case of the Doctor setting up all this stuff for Sally while I... lived, I guess. We got ourselves a little flat. Tiny little place that makes mine back home look like a palace.
- My flat back in 2007. I bet Rose had a better flat than this. Oh, how I hate her. I make Rose cutouts and then SHRED THEM TO BITS.
Oh and before you ask, he stayed on the sofa!
- Doctor/Martha fen: You're lying, of course. You had plentiful sex.
Of course, to pay for it all, I had to get a job. In a shop. Now, there's nothing wrong with working in a shop. It beats being a maid anyway but it's a bit of a step down from being a nearly-Doctor.
- Unless, of course, Rose worked in a shop. Then it's wrong. 2007 is wrong. Rose is wrong.
It was a bit of a laugh really. Got on great with the other girls although it was a shock to suddenly realise that they were the same age as my mum! So, yeah, days were spent in the shop and evenings either out with the girls
- Yes, life was bliss. Right up until I demanded to get the fuck out of there.
or staying in and watching telly with the Doctor. Oh, now that's funny. You should have seen him, sitting watching the telly eating his dinner off a tray. He looked so uncomfortable. And I know it's cruel and wrong to laugh at that but him all hunched up on this tiny sofa, his gangly legs sticking out while he ate his beans and watched Coronation Street... it was like the most alien thing I think I've seen yet. Oh, and one night, we watched the Eurovision concert! Lulu was one of the winners with Boom Bang-a-Bang which was weird. Not her winning but the whole fact that only a few weeks ago we were at the 2007 Eurovision.
- Audience: *jerks awake after falling asleep from the obsessive Doctor-watching-TV details*
It really brought home how all this time travel thing is just all a bit mental. In 1913, seeing Tim as a young kid then seeing him again in 2008 as an old man. Working with girls my age who are really my mum's age. Going from the 2007 Eurovision to watching the 1969 Eurovision.
- Audience: Yeah. Makes you think. Sorta. About time. And that it happens.
Being in the year where Harold Saxon was born but coming from the year where he's standing for Prime Minister. It's a bit like... everything's linked. Time isn't this linear thing that we think it is. Like there's, I dunno, some kind of pattern.
- I WILL have my Bad Wolf moment! I WILL, I WILL, I WILL!!!
Or something. I guess I'm just seeing the bigger picture. Hark at me getting all profound!
- Martha's family (still in 2007): Is...is she gonna mention us again?
But yeah, ignoring all the head-messing madness of time travel, it's been fun. It's just been nice to spend some time with the Doctor where we're not running around fighting off alien invaders or whatever. We've just had time to sit and watch a bit of telly, eat normal food that kind of thing. You know, like normal friends do.
- Doctor/Martha fen: Pfffft! You were having so much sex, you can hardly see straight.
But it's also good to be off again. Not sure where we're heading. He's mentioned something about topping-up but I'm guessing he doesn't mean his mobile.
- I just hope we're not going to 2007.
So, I'll speak to you soon from whatever year we next end up in! Rock on!.
- No, seriously. If it's 2007, I will burn the TARDIS to the ground.
P.S. I hate Rose.