Target had a whole shelf of Christmas crackers! HUH. That's the first time I've seen that. So I had to buy some, being the nerd that I am. I think I'm gonna have to get a few glasses of wine into my Dad before he'll wear a little paper hat though.
I've been playing with Photoshop and everything has lots of sparkles. Not sure why, but...sparkles! (Eh, I probably won't even post the icons - you ever just feel like playing with Photoshop, even if the result isn't all that great? It's sorta like finger painting.)
I'm still being entertained in the joint fic-writing process.
My diva car demanded air in its tires this morning by way of its "Critically Low Tire Indicator." I swear only one was about 28 pounds instead of 32 pounds. So I freezed my fingers off at the gas station. I think I need to invest in a digital tire gauge so I can know which tire my car is sticking its nose up at before I head to the station.
Crackers are very much a British thing. Though I may have to get to Target and get some, considering we will in fact be watching Doctor Who after Christmas Dinner (internets willing).
So there's this invention called a "glove." I know that usually it's associated with "EWW, ICKY COLD WHITE STUFF" but I promise that it gives you some mild protection from the worst of the wind and the cold even in your balmy 50 degree weather.
I can probably track down a picture for you if you think that might help. :D
You know, I actually read the first line of this post "Target had a whole shelf of Christmas crackers! HUH. That's the first time I've seen that. So I had to buy" before I saw your screen name and YET I KNEW IT WAS YOU JUST FROM THE "HUH". Signs I have been spending way too much time on LJ...
I'm still being entertained in the joint fic-writing process.
XD When will the entertainment stop? We'll all be depressed and devoid of things to do post-Xmas, won't we?
PS: START THINKING UP A TITLE. THIS IS YOUR JOB. Or Frances's.
You know, I actually read the first line of this post "Target had a whole shelf of Christmas crackers! HUH. That's the first time I've seen that. So I had to buy" before I saw your screen name and YET I KNEW IT WAS YOU JUST FROM THE "HUH". Signs I have been spending way too much time on LJ...
Yes, you have. :D
XD When will the entertainment stop? We'll all be depressed and devoid of things to do post-Xmas, won't we?
Then we're all going to work on my fic sequel! WOO!!
PS: START THINKING UP A TITLE. THIS IS YOUR JOB. Or Frances's.
I thought it already had a title. GoogleDocs is telling me it's "Why Frances, Opal and Michelle need to lay off the crack."
We should have a checklist/drinking game list of everything RTD does often and try and fit EVERY SINGLE ONE into a fic while still attempting to keep it coherent and fluffy.
The Doctor stood in the pouring rain, looking as if someone had just killed his puppy. In fact it wasn't that bad. He'd only had to wipe all the puppy's memories of him and then send the puppy to another universe, only to have that puppy immediately become engaged to some bloke named Tom. But at least it was Christmas Day, and no major disastrous invasion had...
Oh, he spoke too soon.
The Doctor watched as tall ships descended on Earth. Tall glowing ships. Tall glowing ships with bumps.
Bloody hell. Just his luck to have the Eternals mating with the Daleks. He always knew the Eternals were sort of...different, but this just took the cake. Not that he had any cake since he was miserably alone.
The Doctor sprinted over to a UNIT tank and hopped in, pointing the canon armed with the surface-to-air nuke at the ships and fired. They picked the wrong day to come to Earth since Christmas put him in the mood to burn things.
"AAAAAHHH!! ENLIGHTENMENT! ENLIGHTENMENT!!"
Why must things be so noisy when they died? And why must they smell like chestnuts?
Chestnuts?
"Doctor?"
The Doctor shook his head and blinked at Sarah Jane.
"You are awake then. Care for some tea?"
"When has he ever refused tea?" asked Rose, getting up from the fireplace while peeling a chestnut. "Scootch over, lazy bones." She shoved at the Doctor's legs.
"Need a hand?" asked Donna. "You might need backup for the kitchen. It's the last known location of Martha, Tom and some mistletoe. We're coming in!" Donna shouted to the kitchen as they made their way towards it.
"Merry Christmas," Rose said for no reason at all other than it was Christmas, throwing her arms around him.
"Merry Christmas, " he said back, because she'd said it to him and it was Christmas.
They sat and had tea by the fire and there were no alien or monster invasions for the whole day. Instead they watched the Queen's speech and then Shark Tale and were happy.
BWAH. YES. NOW POST THIS SEPARATELY SO IT CAN BE LINKED ON THE SPDN. And so we can nominate you for fic awards...
Oh, and I read this to my sister. She's curious as to whether puppy/human marriage in the parallel universe is legal or if "they got married in open waters".
BWAH. YES. NOW POST THIS SEPARATELY SO IT CAN BE LINKED ON THE SPDN. And so we can nominate you for fic awards...
HA!
Oh, and I read this to my sister. She's curious as to whether puppy/human marriage in the parallel universe is legal or if "they got married in open waters".
It could be that or it could have been Puppy Universe! You know, instead of Zeppelin Universe. A place where the puppy's alternate self turns out to be...HUMAN. Oh, the hilarity.
It could be that or it could have been Puppy Universe! You know, instead of Zeppelin Universe. A place where the puppy's alternate self turns out to be...HUMAN. Oh, the hilarity.
Well since Rose in RotC was a dog, maybe there's an Alt!Rose in the puppy universe! (And I bet she has a *lot* of poop-scooping to do.)
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No, not at all. I call this the "mid-morning nap". It's almost as important as Elevensies.
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So there's this invention called a "glove." I know that usually it's associated with "EWW, ICKY COLD WHITE STUFF" but I promise that it gives you some mild protection from the worst of the wind and the cold even in your balmy 50 degree weather.
I can probably track down a picture for you if you think that might help. :D
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I'm still being entertained in the joint fic-writing process.
XD When will the entertainment stop? We'll all be depressed and devoid of things to do post-Xmas, won't we?
PS: START THINKING UP A TITLE. THIS IS YOUR JOB. Or Frances's.
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Yes, you have. :D
XD When will the entertainment stop? We'll all be depressed and devoid of things to do post-Xmas, won't we?
Then we're all going to work on my fic sequel! WOO!!
PS: START THINKING UP A TITLE. THIS IS YOUR JOB. Or Frances's.
I thought it already had a title. GoogleDocs is telling me it's "Why Frances, Opal and Michelle need to lay off the crack."
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XD What about MY fic sequel? :P
I thought it already had a title. GoogleDocs is telling me it's "Why Frances, Opal and Michelle need to lay off the crack."
Well yes. But it's someone else's job to think up a secondary title. One that makes sense! XD
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I need way more help. :D
Well yes. But it's someone else's job to think up a secondary title. One that makes sense! XD
Uhhhh...
Christmas By Kevin
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You know, if it's ready at any time around when the *actual* Christmas special airs.
Especially since ours will end with cuddling, and RTD's version probably will not.
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ETA: No, wait. I thought the special was "The Other Doctor." It's not, is it? It's "The Next Doctor."
[goes back to the drawing board]
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"The Doctor Will NOT Ascend to Heaven in Our Version"?
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But someone else might have to fit the sparkling in!
Make Rose have sparkly bubble bath. I DARE you.
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Oh, he spoke too soon.
The Doctor watched as tall ships descended on Earth. Tall glowing ships. Tall glowing ships with bumps.
Bloody hell. Just his luck to have the Eternals mating with the Daleks. He always knew the Eternals were sort of...different, but this just took the cake. Not that he had any cake since he was miserably alone.
The Doctor sprinted over to a UNIT tank and hopped in, pointing the canon armed with the surface-to-air nuke at the ships and fired. They picked the wrong day to come to Earth since Christmas put him in the mood to burn things.
"AAAAAHHH!! ENLIGHTENMENT! ENLIGHTENMENT!!"
Why must things be so noisy when they died? And why must they smell like chestnuts?
Chestnuts?
"Doctor?"
The Doctor shook his head and blinked at Sarah Jane.
"You are awake then. Care for some tea?"
"When has he ever refused tea?" asked Rose, getting up from the fireplace while peeling a chestnut. "Scootch over, lazy bones." She shoved at the Doctor's legs.
"Need a hand?" asked Donna. "You might need backup for the kitchen. It's the last known location of Martha, Tom and some mistletoe. We're coming in!" Donna shouted to the kitchen as they made their way towards it.
"Merry Christmas," Rose said for no reason at all other than it was Christmas, throwing her arms around him.
"Merry Christmas, " he said back, because she'd said it to him and it was Christmas.
They sat and had tea by the fire and there were no alien or monster invasions for the whole day. Instead they watched the Queen's speech and then Shark Tale and were happy.
The End
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And so we can nominate you for fic awards...Oh, and I read this to my sister. She's curious as to whether puppy/human marriage in the parallel universe is legal or if "they got married in open waters".
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And so we can nominate you for fic awards...HA!
Oh, and I read this to my sister. She's curious as to whether puppy/human marriage in the parallel universe is legal or if "they got married in open waters".
It could be that or it could have been Puppy Universe! You know, instead of Zeppelin Universe. A place where the puppy's alternate self turns out to be...HUMAN. Oh, the hilarity.
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Well since Rose in RotC was a dog, maybe there's an Alt!Rose in the puppy universe! (And I bet she has a *lot* of poop-scooping to do.)
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I like it! :D
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XD That sounds like a perfume.
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