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Posts archive for: 3 January, 2009
  • A teenage Doctor Who? Meh.

    I'll still reserve my judgement until I've seen all of 5.1, but not crazy about what amounts to me to be a teenager in the bloomin' Tardis--god, if they start going all edgy and trendy and...god help us--sex-driven...I'm outta' here until 12 shows up.

    Well, it is, deep down, still a kidde's show, so if they want to put a kid in charge of the Tardis key, I guess that's the BBC's business. I'm not thrilled tho'. I can't realate AT ALL with 20 somethings and younger..I don't live in their world.

    Maybe this young guy will wow me and totally surprise me, maybe the scripts won't be solely geared to pre-pubescent over-sexed, teen-poo brains, like so many of the BBC's (and America's) programme's seem to be geared to, nowadays...I'll take a deep breath, and forget about this guy until 2010.

    We'll see what we'll see. I wasn't overly impressed with Tennant's appearence (age/costume) when I saw my photos him in late spring of 2006, and he turned out to be the ultimate Doctor. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

  • morning all--a dream becomes the makings of a new story

    Not much time for blogging this morning. Too, too much to do...but the oddest thing happened right when I woke up.

    I often have strange and vivid dreams--whole stories playing out in my head as I sleep...but I only rarely play off those stories in my head (when I can remember them, that is) in my writing...it has to be something that I think would be a scathingly brilliant idea, for me to do that.

    I seldom make notes--partly I'm lazy, and partly arthritic, but mostly though, I find notetaking a real drag when writing--unlike what every other English professor says, I've only rarely found it actually useful...except, that I've always been a wee absent-minded...okay, I have a religious memory...it's very holey. So, sometimes I don't have a choice, I HAVE to take notes, or else...if I get an idea before bedtime, or in the middle of the night--or just now when I've woken from an odd dream...I will decide to jot a few notes to jar my memory later on.

    Thing is, out of the blue, without me ever thinking about it, I got the idea for a play--or skit-or television script...tho' the latter is highly unlikely. I've seen a few televison scripts, and have written broadcast news style scripts for a broadcasting class specifically geared, mostly, to writing television and radio news scripts--tho, I also did a few PSA's and a radio play. But, having had practically no experience with television script writing, I don't think I'll go there...leave that to people who actually know what the hell they're doing.

    Anyway, I had this dream--and the dream wasn't so much about what I'm going to write...but I got the title of the...whatever it will be, out of the dream....I know that sounds odd, I think it sounds odd, but...there ya' go. It just leaped out of me when I woke up, thinking, "Wow, that would make a great title for something...two great character names."

    Yes, all I have is the names--and a general idea about these two very different characters...of course I'll have to add at least one or two more characters, to change the dynamics sometimes and give my plot some room to expand. But, essentially, it will be about these to people...sort of a modern day Odd Couple. The title that appeared in my dream, I decided...practically from the second I woke up, would be the character's names (well, their nicknames), "Cheeze and Mabs." I know, I know, sounds silly...and it probably is. but...NO ONE is ever going to read this, so...who cares? This little project will just be for me, and me alone. For once I'm keeping something all to myself...and going to have fun with it, I think...let it ferment and develop as I go....I'd never make a professional writer--mainly 'cos I'm more of a 'write-as-you-go' kind of writer...I don't spend days or weeks or months thinking of plot twists...I mean, I think about it sometimes--it's not always spontainious--sometimes I do indeed spend days or weeks thinking about one particular part of a plot or story...but, really? I just love to sit down and...start writing, whatever leaps into my head and on to the page.

    It's a terrible way to write. No really, I should think about plot twists and possibilites and character development...but I find that really a bit of a bore...the more I dither over the specifics about a story, the more plodding it becomes, I believe. I lost the excitment, the flow, the gears in my head bog down with too many what-if's or maybe's. It goes against everything, every single writing teacher has ever taught me.

    I think it's a bit like when I'm writing some mushy pastoral transcendentalish stuff, about being outside and in nature...I write my impressions, my memories, right off the cuff, a reach inside myself and pull out my reactions as I'm remembering them and/or feeling them, right then and there. If I've just read something inspiring or hear some cool music, I just delve inside and pull out whatever floats to the surface. But...still struggle with the really deep, dark stuff. I feel like my fictional and play writing is a bit shallow and raw...I am all too aware that I'll never be a fiction writer--or an actual playwright--I'm not that daft. I'm an average feature writer, maybe a decent essayist...nothing more. And, that's okay. Doesn't mean I can't have fun with it, anyway, as a hobby, something to do.

    I started reading a few pages of The Writer's Tale--towards the back of the book, but when I realized how much Davies' discusses his own writing processes, decided it wasn't a good idea to continue--oh, I will...in fact, I can't wait to read it all the way through--it's a very exciting and fascinating read--I'm quite excited to have the privledge to read it--but I've decided to save it for when I really need to be occupied..say when I've got some serious down-time...which may be in the offing, if things go as they have been, these last few years...also though, I'm putting it aside for a short while, because I'm in the middle of writing several things at the moment, and one thing I never-ever do, is allow someone else's writing to influence me....I'm funny like that. I dont' want to write like anyone else, I want to write like ME. I was told, about a half a dozen years back, that I had a very unique "voice" in my writing--which is constantly evolving and changing, in my opinion--and I have that, probably because I don't try to imitate anyone, or let anyone writer influence me overmuch, and never-ever read writer's self-help books, unless for technical assistance (grammar, structure, etc.).

    Well, off to work in 25 minutes...have a lovely day all...won't be online much until rather late on Sunday...wish me luck milking the cows, ha-ha. :)

  • BBC announces contingency plan if Dr Who 5th Series a flop

    Word has it, that if the new Doctor and the fifth series fail, BBC Wales has a back up plan to continue making money off of the programme: it will turn the Tardis set into a private disco, with celebrites and Whovians alike, being allowed to pay a premium fee in order to "party down in the Tardis."

    When asked about this, the programme's current producer Russell T. Davies said, "Rubbish! We're actually going to turn it into a posh coffee house, with David Tennant reading bad poetry, and Christopher Eccleston as our disgruntled performance artist."

  • Please God, not another sleepless Friday night!

    The teenagers upstairs have been clunking and banging around constantly all night again...I was there when they took out their rubbish today--five 24 pack beer cartons...yeah, and they were getting in their car..probably to get some more, the >:XX

    I woke tired, went through the day tired, and am knackered now even more...ready for bed and it's not even 10pm yet! And the >:XX are loud already..and they tend to stay that way until the wee feckin' hours of the morning--I have to wake early tomorrow, work a full shift, come home, wolf down lunch, pack and do all that other blather, before going out to the farm and helping with the chores there--at least at the farm I'm promised a room of my own--fat lot of good that will be though, because I'm going to be woken up to help feed...and that's usually 4 or 5 am, on a farm--6am at the latest. I was lucky, last time I worked as a stable hand we didn't open up the barn in the morning till half-past six, and feeding time wasn't until 7am. Not that lucky on a farm, apparently. Ah well, I'd be totally churlish to complain--tired or no, I'm gonna' love it!

    And by god, if I have to, I'll wake the bloomin' buildning manager at 2am, to complain, this time! I'm up up--EVERYONE will be up, damn it! >:-[

  • The 11th Doctor...and more on going to the cows

    I think it would be fun if they'd choosen William Bennentt to be Eleven...he's certainly won semi-fame and kudos for taking over Hamlet...and he's not exactly hard on the eyes, either. :)

    I don't care who it is, as long as he is of course talented, and not a ridiculous choice--like a she or someone totally out of keeping with the series so far. I'm a woman...but the idea of a lady Doctor...not crazy about it...don't care how talented she might be, it just...no. No. No. No. A black or Asian or or gay Doctor I could maybe get used to eventually, but a transgender Doctor...no.

    Midn you, I have absolutely nothing against real he-she's, transexuals, bi-sexuals, gays or straights..but not a transgender Doctor please. No. I'll definately stop watching. That would mess with my suspension of disbelief in such a huge, huge way--it's be like making Woody Allen the Doctor...no, no, no. To me, making a woman Doctor would be like putting someone with a heavy Spanish or French accent into the part...yuck.

    I won't be around Saturday, except for when I leave for work in the morning, and come home around 3pm for lunch, packing for my overnight, and feeding the cats up and making sure they have plenty of dry food and water, then booking back to the office to catch up with my co-worker.

    I'm informed that cow number eighteen has just had a calf, so I'll be seeing a newborn--cool! And, there's possibly another on the way, and if it comes whilest I'm there...oh, I'd love that. I've been at the birth, and even helped deliver, quite a few puppies and kittens in my day..even helped nurse baby bunnies...but never helped birth a calf, that would be awesome, I should think. Well, maybe not to the squeamish city folks...or as I call them, "the big girl's blouses". :)) :)) :)) Just kidding, it's not an experience for everyone, I know.

    I went and bought my first digital camera--at least, I think it's a camera. The only one within my budget, was a $20 Disney Pix Micro, which is all of maybe two inches long! I've not the slightest idea how to use a digital camera--I only had a Kodak 35mm EZ load, and a few cheezy kodak 110 and disc cameras in my lifetime. Do they even make disc cameras any more? Am I dating myself? Heck, I can remember when you used to have to buy seperate flash cubes--gosh it hurt handling those hot suckers when you had to pop them out! And ergo, because of that, what a big deal it was when "built-in flash" came out. God, I'm getting old! ;)

    The mini-camera is pink with little flowers on it. :roll: But, it says it's suitable for five years old and up, so I figured that was about my speed. :yes: I hadn't inteneded to purchase an actual camera--was just going to get a cheap 5 or 7 dollar one-time use camera, and have it developed onto a CD...but saw the price of CD developing (which went up a couple of dollars since I'd last had it done)--and it would have cost the same for the camera/developing, as if I just bought the little mini-camera.

    I wasn't going to buy anything else, but a co-worker told me that Steve and Barry's in the mall was having a 60% off sale--with brand new tee shirts going for just $2.50 each, so I popped in to check it out...bought two tees for five dollars...a "Venom" tee from Spiderman, and a blue retro Los Angeles tee. As I was walking out the door, I spied a 1950's style imitation leather and wool, retro varsity jacket in black and white, embroidered with "Hot Rod Cafe" motif...for $8. I dithered--I didn't plan on going on a shopping spree...and, I have jackets, but have not had a new one in about five years...in the end, I decided to forego having dinner out, and get the coat instead. Wow, it's surprisingly warm and comfy. It's obviously cheaply made, not something to wear to the office, but will make a nice alternate coat for when I'm out and about the city.

    Truth is, unlike last week, this week I saw loads of things on sale at truly bargain prices, but I passed them all by, 'cos I may have had an extra 75 dollars this month, but I'm not a teenager any longer, free to spend my money on whatever I want...got bills to pay and something special to save up for--in fact, I'm toying with the idea of opening up a savings account...but not sure it will be feasible, as I won't be able to put much in there, month to month.

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