Because of Reasons. Pond Reasons.

Come closer to the screen, I want to have an conversation with you, homo sapien to computer screen. I took a small break because of reasons. Mainly lazy reasons, but also because I was mourning the loss of Amy and Rory Pond/Williams. The girl who waited and the last centurion.

Not a Doctor Who fan? What’s wrong with you? Moving right along.

Amy and Rory (as companions and characters) brought a familial bond into the TARDIS that, although there before, was amplified during their run. I was ridiculously sad to see them go, and I know some people weren’t fans, but I also know a lot of you out there were. I could address individual issues and argue until my face turned blue, but I don’t see the point. Mainly because I should be working. Shhh. I won’t tell if you don’t.

I look forward to the Christmas episode with a slightly saddened heart (as you do after saying goodbye to companions you were particularly fond of) and a strange optimism I’m not usually prone to. Because we have to face the fact that the Ponds, save for one River Song, are gone but we’ll always have fish fingers and custard.

Come along.


Sassy Robots Appreciation Post

I received an email from Jess yesterday morning entitled ‘Hello’ and I was sure, so sure, it was my friend seeing how I was on that fine Monday morning. I was incorrect.

From Jessica Kumar (@ really important accountant job place)

Why did the review not gif the most awesome part of the show?

Those sassy robots?

I don’t even . . . .

I’m surprised she didn’t open with  Haha

However, my sincerest apologies, invisible readers, for not mentioning or gif-ing those sassy robots. They were indeed delightfully sassy.

And I think I loved them, except for when they killed MY favourite part of the episode. Tricey. (Still a sore subject)

Dinosaurs? On a Spaceship?

Yeah. Dinosaurs. Big, extinct, upright lizards. That’s all I had to say before the little hairs on the back of your neck stood up in utter anticipation for the rest of my post, wasn’t it? Go on, admit it. ADMIT IT YOU WH- sorry. That escalated pretty quickly. Let’s get back to Doctor Who and the second episode of the the seventh series. First of all, as Jess  -the ever calculating (no pun intended) Jess- pointed out, this episode served as a great standalone. One of those episodes you could have missed (HOW/WHY COULD YOU EVER LET THAT HAPPEN?! Especially nowadays with the internet at your service) and it wouldn’t be detrimental to your understanding of any overall story arcs. Secondly, this has got to be the only show out there that will give you Triceratops Feels and then punch you, right in those Tricey feels. Until you can no longer breathe. Filch you’re such a bastard!

Right, so I’m going to make remarks using bullet points, because I’m lazy and there’s no fixing that flaw.

  • Lestrade (that’s his name to me, sorry guys but I won’t call him by anything else) was pretty funny. Well, despite his blatant sexism.
  • And could Queen Nefertiti be any more badass?
  • Rory’s dad was adorable.
This made me a tad teary eyed. Gosh. Emotational. (New word: learn it, live it, love it!)

I kept expecting him to proclaim that the TARDIS and everything going on wasn’t particularly ‘muggle-ish’

I’d like to make a toast. To Tricey, who would have made an excellent companion. A kindhearted triceratops who just wanted to play with Rory’s dad’s (golf) balls and gave the fellas a lift when they needed it. Not many humans would be so friendly as to let you ride in their car, let alone on their back. But Tricey, Tricey was better than most humans. Tricey deserved more. Tricey deserved to make it to Siluria with the other dinosaurs. So *raises glass* here’s to Tricey! May your heaven be filled with all the plants and vegetation you desire.
  • Also, foreshadowing much?!

“Come on Pond, you’ll be there til’ the end of me”


The end is nigh and quite frankly I’m not ready for it. I say that every time a companion’s time comes to an end though. The bucket for my creys are ready, however.

  • Special mentions. Rory’s face.


  • Hahahahahahaha Rory’s face.

Also, I see some people complaining about how the way the Doctor left Filch to get his just desserts wasn’t cool. Guys. Come on. Filch killed a bunch of Silurians, Tricey and took Nefertiti. He was a dick.

Filch, just because you’re a squib doesn’t mean you gotta be a dick.

Jawk. Out.

Asylum of the Daleks: Feels and Spoilers.

After a thoughtful nap I’ve decided it’s time to unleash my feels about the the premiere of Doctor Who series 7 onto the world. If the Pond Life mini series was anything to go by I should have been prepared for some manhandling of my emotions during Asylum of the Daleks. I was not. In fact I walked into this episode with a sort of blind optimism, what with it being the first episode back and all. However it was evident from the very start of the episode that it was going to be a sucker punch to the feels. (That’s ’emotions’ for non-tumblr speaking humans. Humans. *bites fist*)

In other words, the episode hurt me heart. Dear god, me heart. That’s right.

We’re taken to a run down Skaro, where the Doctor is successfully lured and captured by the Daleks with the use of a humanoid dalek puppet. Not many people successfully get a message to the Doctor, but this lady isn’t ‘people’ is she? She’s a dalek puppet. Dalek puppets aren’t in short supply either for we see others also ‘acquire’ the Ponds.


But they’re The Ponds, they’re Amy and Rory, it’s always been them. Always. And yet Amy’s all ‘I don’t have a husband’ and Rory’s snippy and all ‘sign these papers’ and I’m sitting there wanting to throw my remote at the TV. SO MANY ANDS! Oh my conjunction!

Not only do we start off with the abduction of the Doctor and (soon to be divorced) Ponds by Daleks, we’re then taken to the Parliament of the Daleks where they implore him to save them. Because ‘a darn ship’s ruptured the force field surrounding the planet keeping our crazies captive and you’re the only one who can go down there because we’re scared shitless.’ True story.


They told us Christmas. But I should have known.

It was a nice little reveal though.

The Doctor: At long last, it’s Christmas! Here I am!

*Dalek’s begging like little bitches* + TITLE SEQUENCE

And then BAM


Because I was told Christmas. And quite frankly it’s not Chris…wait. IT’S CHRISTMAS! AT LONG LAST!

I’m going to put it out there, I love Oswin. She’s got…spunk.

Which of course means something bad’s going to happen to her. Haha, no, sorry, I mean something bad HAS ALREADY HAPPENED to her. EGGS. EGGS-STIR-MIN-ATE.




If you need me I’ll be dancing away my sorrows.

Like ballerina!dalek over here.

But yay!

And yet…
Because this is Moffat’s run and no one can be happy. NO ONE.

Except perhaps the Doctor (amidst his self-loathing) as he relishes the Daleks (whose memories of him have all been wiped by Oswin!Dalek ) asking ‘Doctor who?’ DOCTOR WHO? Someone on the show saying the words ‘Doctor’ and ‘who’ together ALWAYS get me. Always.

Next week: Dinosaurs, on a Spaceship! We find out Rory’s a Weasley, Filch gets robots and shit to compensate for being a squib and Lestrade gets asked to help the Doctor but most probably responds with:


Feel Insiiiiiiide. Have you downloaded it yet?

Helpa the kids and go buy this cool as song from iTunes. Look! We’ve already helped it get to #1 on the NZ iTunes pop chart. All proceeds go towards a good cause. I’ve purchased mine, Jess has most probably purchased hers and now we’re just sitting here waiting for you to get yours. It’s written by Flight of the Conchords and some kids and features some choice NZ artists. Liiiike Brooke Fraser, Dave Dobbyn, Boh Runga, Sam Scott, Rikki Morris, Moana Maniapoto, PNC, Zowie, Ruby Frost, Kids of 88, Maitereya, Nathan King, Luke Buda, Savage, Young Sid, Tyree, Deach, Victoria Girling-Butcher, Elizabeth Marvelly, Peter Urlich and Cherie Mathieson.

Go on. Feel inside (and stuff like that) open up the lid and helpa helpa helpa the kiiiids!

Click on any of the pictures, or HERE. Go on. Also, you can watch how Bret and Jemaine got the lyrics for the song HERE.

FOTC and Guests

P.S. I noticed that my imaginary friends didn’t say ‘Hi’ to Jess on my last post. Rude.


Doctor Who: Asylum of the Daleks and AHS: The Asylum. Jawkward Dance.

Both Doctor Who series 7 and American Horror are due to start in the next month or two. I know for a fact that I’m not the only one eagerly awaiting at least one of these magnificent shows. Of course these aren’t the only ones penned into my calender, oh no. I just happened upon some news about them recently and decided I wanted to share with you, yeah you there *points* my excitement. You may exist only in my mind, but I love you anyway. Perhaps, more so than I love real people. Because if you exist only in my head it means you’re an extension of myself. And I love myself almost to the point of narcissism. *whispers* Because no one else will. Jawkward.

But back to Whovian talk. Oh man am I excited for Doctor Who. ESPECIALLY the first episode. I mean, Daleks, guys. Daleks. EXTERMINATE!!!!! I have a love-hate relationship with the Daleks. I mean, they look like little metal Christmas trees or cute baubles, but they some dangerous sons of Davros! And crazy as shit in their need to ‘EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!’ all living things in order to conquer the universe. But from what I’ve read about the first ep, HOMAHGHEERR. If you have nil access to the internet or TV and have yet to see ANY of the trailers because until now you’ve been living under a rock, here’s what I’ve got for ya…

Series 7 Trailer 1: Wild West  | Series 7 Trailer 2: Dinosaurs on a Spaceship!  |Asylum of the Daleks Trailer | Save the Daleks!

Now, on to a completely different sort of show. American Horror Story Season 2: The Asylum. American Horror Story, that train wreck of a show I became insanely addicted to last season despite so many things wrong with it. I’m sad, yet immensely glad they’re dropping last season’s storyline and pursuing a completely new one. This time in a mental institution, hey didn’t the builing where Spookers is located used to be a mental institution? It’s going to be fun innit? Scary? Questionable. Although to be fair there were a few times last season when I wish I hadn’t been watching at 3am in the morning whilstI was supposed to be writing essays. Here are the four teaser trailers out so far. The first one just reminds me of primary. Yes, because our teachers used to go out to the woods behind the fields with a bucket full of children’s limbs to dump. I don’t know why it reminds me of primary is just does! Stop QUESTIONING ME.

First Teaser Trailer Blue Coat Teaser | Hydrobath Teaser Trailer | White Rose Teaser Trailer 

So I have no idea how to embed youtube vids- everytime I try I get rejected/it doesn’t work and I want to punch a hole in the computer screen. I tried just now, again, and it failed. I had to refrain myself from punching the computer screen.

Jess has to read this before I can post. Hi Jess! Everyone say it with me (in the comments section) “HI JESS!” If you don’t say hi to Jess I’m a punch a kitten, in the face. That’ll be your fault. How can you even sleep at night?

This is Jess saying hi back. Thanks for saying Jess and not Jessica. Jessica makes me sound like I am trouble and well y’all know I am an angel.


Poor Paupers in the Back and Lucky Possums. Eat Pray Laugh!

Last night we had the privilege, thanks to Jessica, to attend Barry Humphries’ show from his farewell tour “Eat Pray Laugh!”

It had all the funnies one could ask for, politically incorrect and racist remarks, slapstick and toilet humour and above all- some fine roasting of front row audience members. Which, of course, made me very glad we weren’t seated near the front. I’m pretty sure Dame Edna Everage would have had a multitude of rasshhcial comments to make about a few brown people. Also, I would not have relished being sprayed with saliva by the Honorable Sir Les Patterson. I had a few laugh out loud moments in the beginning of the show with ‘Les Get Cookin’ making me laugh while at the same time feel a bit queasy. Oh and Les’ pedo priest brother. Speaking of the pedo priest brother. Anyone notice how hot the Pianist was? *wink wink nudge nudge*

And was anyone else a bit confuddled by the sudden depressing turn just before the intermission? Sure there were a few funny remarks, but when Sandy Stone was talking about his dead child, June, and how his own death affected his wife I think Jessica whispered ‘someone shoot me this is so sad’. Although I had to hand it to the socially inept in the audience who offered up some inappropriately timed chuckles during one of the most depressing bits of the scene, when the tricycle obviously symbolising June moved across the stage.

I’m just glad that the second half of the show was all Dame Edna all the time haha. Pam, Jane, Helen and old Seeny (Senior Citizen), the lucky members of the audience Humphries- sorry I mean Dame Edna picked on, were great sports weren’t they? Because Dame Edna was on fire, she had a field day with them. It was brilliant and all I could do was sit there emitting quiet ‘Boom! Roasted’s with every zinger. For an Aussie, Humphries is pretty ALLLLRRRIIIIGHT.

Can you stick a ‘to be continued’ on a posted post? Well guess what, I’m a do it because I’ll do what I want! Yeah I’m tired.

But before I go, how about that girl in the front row who, when Barry Humphries was addressing the audience at the end, went up to the stage with a book wanting an autograph. OF COURSE YOU WERE GOING TO GET REJECTED THE MAN WAS ON STAGE! I felt so awkward for her, taking her notebook back and sitting back in her seat, the sting of rejection amplified by the sting of her own stupidity. Yeah I’m tired and when I get tired I get a little mean. Laters, I’ll finish this post later. No worries.

The LOL is silent.

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