Thoughts of an Anarchist

Watch it. Watch it or I will not speak to you.

Speaking of, why was Gwen running them whilst Jack was away? I thought Owen was second-in-command? Although I suppose he kind of demoted himself with the whole shooting Jack thing, and also a team led by Owen would be dead in a few minutes. Gwen was Quite Good, Actually, and I did not wish to punch her in her toothy gapped face, but instead to laugh at her misfortune, which I suppose is a step up in the world. Although, really, Gwen, just leave Rhys so he can go find a girlfriend who doesn’t fall in love with About Everyone Who Isn’t You.

Oh, Tosh. Tosh Tosh Tosh Tosh. I love you, Tosh. Truly, you are the best of them. Why are you actually working here? There is no justice. She flirted with Cap’n John and was useful in saving Owen and doing techie stuff, and as John said she is the beauty and the brains. Quite clearly. I hope she and Martha have lesbian adventures through time and space, and kick the Doctor out, and have a wonderful time doing science and things. Although this seems unlikely.

Doctors. Ah yes, Owen. Owen seems to have had a complete role reversal, and whilst this makes him more likeable, it also makes him less interesting. Still, character development. He seems to have learnt that using alien drugs to get someone to shag you is a Bad Thing, and also that Tosh is awesome. I predict much Tosh and Owen tension.

Also, wow, James Marsters was good. I have never seen him in anything before, and have already heard criticisms that he was exactly like he was in Buffy, but as I do not watch Buffy, this is not really a problem. I liked his costume and his innuendoes and his odd little quirk of the lip. I also really liked the bit where Jack came back (seriously, that death looked agonising) and he was all “But really, how?” because he showed what most of Torchwood rarely show, which is Good Acting.

I am being harsh. Jack was Jack, lovely and fun, with wonderful bits and wooden bits and oh, oh, I’ve just remembered my favourite bit, which was “You’re good on roofs”, oh and also “Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope,” which I laughed far too loudly at.

In conclusion: Good start, good new recurring villain (yes?), nasty lousy wooden bits, I predict downhill from here.

Also, well done for realising that Torchwood really is generally useless, guys. : )

Oh, I must get a copy of Wilde. It’s a superb film, it really is, and the courtroom scene gets me every time. ‘The love that dare not speak it’s name…’, oh, Oscar Wilde. Can’t wait for January when we start Dorian Gray, which is a beautiful book, even with that frankly irksome chapter in the middle in which we learn in great detail about various carpets Dorian buys - a fascinating look into his insanity, but still incredibly dull. Otherwise, it really is, as IMHO all Oscar Wilde’s work is, a smashing book.

Look, Stephen Fry appears to have a webcam on his mac
(image (c) Stephen Fry):

I look forward to finding out exactly why he is in America and what precisely he is filming. HIV and Me made me go out and tell some of my friends that Stephen Fry said they should wear condoms, so why weren’t they using condoms? God only knows what I’ll end up saying this time. : )

Abs x

So, the Top Gear Polar Special was really rather amusing.

I am not ashamed to say that I was a bit sad when Hamster mentioned his ‘little weep’, and also my amused eyebrow raise at the fact that Clarkson couldn’t keep himself from expressing his cynicism at global warming. How the hell did May manage to put up with being in a small confined space with him? And the dogs were a bit cute.

I actually laughed out loud at this part, just because of the sheer stupidity of it all.

Oh, you loveable weirdos. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I know nothing about cars, nothing at all, and they don’t interest me at all, but I love this show to pieces.

In addition, Moths Ate My Doctor Who Scarf is absolutely hilarious. Here is the last part, which you could probably manage to listen to. And I had a little weep at that too, because damnit I’ll weep at anything.

Fish came round last week, (seriously, Fish, stop changing your blog name!) and we sobbed over Casanova. It was her first time. She took the opportunity to berate me for showing her, as she called it, old man porn and crazy gay-but-not-gay porn. She enjoyed it anyway. And made interesting noises.

Also, we (by which I mean Jenn, Jim and Monarch) went to see The Simpsons Movie and it was very funny.

And we (by which I mean I) went to see Harry Potter and the Merchandising Order of Hell and it was very unintentionally funny. Luna was superb. The rest of the film… nah, sorry. Maybe it was just the death of SPOILER done so badly, but the film fell a bit flat for me.

Turning square eyed,

Abs x

which I am not overly fond of; in some ways, I have become prejudiced.

And this is going to change, because I do not like this judgemental person I have become. I will henceforth try to be more tolerant of everyone*.

Also, Rab C Nesbitt is a good show for anyone who likes Scottish accents that they cannot understand a word of, fat unemployed people in string vests, and completely unexpected David Tennant in a dress saying “Bollocks,” seductively and yet terrifyingly.

And also the line “My ring gets awfully tight when I get hot,” which is pretty much the only coherent line and also intensly disturbing. It’s like watching a show in a foreign language, so you can make up your own plot, but there’s the guilt of not understanding it.

(CLICK FOR BIGGER… IF YOU DARE)

Her name is Davina, and she kicks several kinds of arse. No, I didn’t make that up, she’s actually called Davina.

And… am I the only one who mistook her for an actual woman?

Why yes, yes you do need brain bleach now.

 t’ Abs x

* Everyone does not include Year 7s.

Also,

re: Doctor Who?

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED ABOUT A TV PROGRAMME AS I AM FOR THIS FINALE. If Saxon is who everyone expects him to be I think I will cry with happiness. Martha has kicked so much arse this season (and by the way, in Human Nature, isn’t John Smith an absolute cunt? if I were Martha, I would have killed him by now, but I suppose she’s better than I am) and Ten has really had an excuse to exercise those emo-glands, but in a good way. In addition, is it necessary for him to mount the TARDIS every five seconds? (cap by nostalgia-lj)

At 7pm, on the BBC, the Doctor mounts the TARDIS. I mean, really, I know it’s true love and whatnot, but this may be going too far.

I love Martha, she’s smashing, and in a way I hope she and Jack don’t get on, it’ll make it more exciting… but at the same time I want there to be a happy TARDIS of love. Also, that ‘unrequited love’? Let me state now, RTD, that this is bollocks of the highest degree, and you know it. Yes, you do. He’s just a man who’s sad about his last lover - grieving, as it were - and finding it difficult to accept that he has found someone new. That’s natural. It does not in any way mean he doesn’t feel it as he does. Let us not forget this is the man with a ‘girl in every fireplace’.

In addition? If he brings back That Guy Who We Assume Is Saxon (PLEASE) then there is no excuse for not bringing back Her Who Is Fred (and Dead). Fans will know who I mean.

Doctor Who is making me happy like it has not done in a while, and I’ve been pretty happy for a while. Finally, a companion I can stand! Oh, the joy that is mine.

In conclusion, here; have a picture of two Tennants.

DON’T THEY MAKE YOU HAPPY IN YOUR PANTS?

Abs x

Disclaimer: Abbi may be slightly hyper/ill whilst making this post, and, whilst not actually drunk, wishing to be so much that she has made herself drunk purely through thought process. Now that’s power.

So, we’ve moved house. Not far, just downsizing, but it’s a nice enough little place, and it feels like home at last. When I finally managed to get Arthur up and running, he died on me. Lovely. Anyway, he’s much better now, aren’t you, baby?

And exams are  STRESSING ME OUTever so slightly, but I’m sure I’ll cope.  Haven’t had one that’s made me break down in the actual exam yet, so that’s okay, although I’m fairly sure I guessed most of BCS.

I don’t think I’d be coping if it weren’t for my brilliant friends, and my brilliant boyfriend. I love you all; you really do make life not only worth living, but fun to live too.

Argh, I also need to get a prom dress.

I went to see

Pirates of the Carribean III: At World’s End

twice last week, and it was good both times.  

WARNING: SPOILERS LIKELY ABOUND WITHIN 

 There was the usual swash buckling and buckle swashing, and many many pirates, which is really all I need for a good three hours. In addition, Depp gets his shirt off, which had Liddy and I quietly salivating, and he really had some magnificent lines;

 “Well, we shall have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited.”

 the moments where he has to talk to himself or go completely insane were slightly heartwrenching as well as hilarious. He sucessfully managed to show that he is a great pirate, with those action sequences and his wit, and I loved that you were never quite sure whether he was good, bad, or unsure himself; all you knew was that he wanted to live and he wanted the Black Pearl, and that made for a really interesting film.

“Do you think he really does know what he’s doing… or does he make it up as he goes along?”

 I must admit, Keith Richards made me go a bit “What the hell, it’s Keith Richards… why?” as it was obvious the man had difficulty acting, and even forming coherent sentences, but I suppose it was a nice nod to the influences of Sparrow’s character. I just think that the bit where Richards played a guitar was a little too much. Glad to see the dog survived, though.

 Also, hooray! Pintel and Ragetti were back, and as much the comic relief as ever; we also got a final look at our silly soldiers, Mullroy and Murtog - and they got to become  pirates!  ARR, SHIVER ME TIMBERS.

Oh my god, Barbossa. Nothing can express how awesome you are.  Not only did you manage not to be killed off , you also managed to steal every scene you were in with cracking lines which Geoffrey Rush delivered perfectly.  I didn’t want to root for either you or Jack, because I wanted both of you to win; that is how amazing you are.

 “CALYPSO, I RELEASE YOU FROM YOUR HUMAN FORM!” Am I the only person who seriously wanted to pat the man on the head at that point? Bless you, Barbossa, I love how you really don’t give a shit about anyone else and both you and Jack simply want the Pearl - and you’re a sadistic bastard who enjoys fucking people up on the way. And you’re also fond of love, which is cute. 

But more than that, I love Gibbs. I really do. Gibbs is wonderful and I want to hug him and give him lots of rum so he is never unhappy again. He also rocked so hard in this film. He had fantastic lines, and to me, that little bit at the end (I won’t spoil the end too much) where they’re all celebrating? Yeah, the

“Mr Gibbs! You may throw my hat if you like.”

“Aye, sir! Hoorah!” *throws hat*

“… Now go and get it.”

exchange between him and Jack pretty much made me die with happiness.

 I also nearly cried when Norrington died; him being practically back to the first film Norrington made all that character development from DMC seem pointless, although his death was superb; a vast improvement on Beckett’s death, which was simply too grand for someone I considered a little irksome tosser. I never warmed to Beckett, not even as a villain… he was just too short and inexplicably sadistic for me, with little motivation. It seemed unfair he got such a superb death sequence when all Davy Jones (BILL NIGHY IS GOD, BY THE WAY) got was a whispered “Calypso” and a tumble backwards.

Even Will and Elizabeth were fun in this film. All in all, I considered it a good ending to a saga that’s been fun, and I really enjoyed it.

It helps, I suppose, being obsessed with pirates. But really, they’re well worth it.

ARR!

Cap’n Abs x

What happens when Jim takes Abbi to the cinema? A night of hilarity!

We went to see ‘Hot Fuzz‘, and, whilst not as good as Shaun of the Dead (and what is?) it was still superb. In some ways I even preferred elements to Shaun, perhaps due to the fact that I’ve watched Midsomer Murders and could fully appreciate the amusing deaths though I’ve never seen a Zom Com, or even a plain Zom. The film is reviewed superbly here but I thought I’d just mention that it is superb. Indeed, the majority of films I’ve seen recently have all been superb, though, having seen the more recent trailers, everything aside from Charlotte’s Web looks to be absolute shite. Who wants to come and see Charlotte’s Web with me, by the way? Anyone?

Yarp?…Narp?

I missed Top Gear AGAIN. The one programme I watch a week and I missed it. Argh. Last week’s was both hilarious and irksome. What were they playing at? Seriously, I’m amazed they weren’t killed. Bless them.

And I also watched Donnie Darko a few days ago, with the esteemed Ms. Jenn, and it was terrifying. Purely because of the bunnies. Why, why, why did I watch a film about RABBITS? Why?! And then we watched Trainspotting. I’d forgotten how good that thing was. I think Jenn was mildly disturbed by it though.

At any rate, go see Hot Fuzz, if you see nothing else this month.

Will be reviewing the play at some point.

Abs x 

So, I noticed that Films and TV in my category list was looking a wee bit pathetic, coming just above the HUGENESS that is Life. So I racked my brains and here is my conclusion; a rant about Why Doctor Who Is Awesome.

Now, since this will take a while, I’m asking for some collaboration. So, those of you with little better to do, who like Doctor Who and want to chat about and help me write a rant on the subject, contact me please. Leave a comment or buzz me on MSN. We will be dissecting the bad bits, looking at why the good bits are good, and discussing what is better; old or new series. We’ll even be doing some mindless squeeing in points, and some ANGRY CAPSLOCK in others. It will be just like a review. Only more biased and more fun.

So, watch out for…

Doctor Who: The Fans Hit The Shit

Abs x

 Today I had the pleasure of being escorted to the pictures, courtesy of the lovely Mr Archer. Before, we had watched Anchorman, first half of. Not being a huge fan of Will Ferrell, I wasn’t expecting much, but it surprised me with some off-the-wall humour. Also the appearance of Jack Black was a pleasant, if mildly traumatic event. Angry biker! Grr!

 … Quit glaring at me, Kyle.

And then we went to the cinema and watched the feature presentation - Casino Royale.

Good god, I love Bond films.