“I actually like it when The Doctor is a relatively unknown actor, or one without one huge role that made them famous. A star, like Sir Ian, brings all the other roles they’ve ever played to the table when they act. Seeing John Hurt as the (Spoiler) at the end of The Name of the Doctor, meant that this was a certain type of part with a certain amount of gravitas, and you understood that John Hurt was bringing everything with it (including being John Hurt), just as Derek Jacobi did as the Master.
But I like to see The Doctor as The Doctor, and an actor who doesn’t bring baggage is a grand sort of thing. A star waiting to happen. So I don’t want to see Helen Mirren or Sir Ian McKellen or Chiwetel Ejiofor, or any of the famous names people are suggesting.
I want to see The Doctor. I want to be taken by surprise. I want to squint at a photo of the person online and go “but how can that be The Doctor?”. Then I want to be amazingly, delightedly, completely proven wrong, and, six episodes in, I want to wonder how I could have been so blind. Because this is the Doctor. Of course it is.”—
Okay. It’s been five years, apparently, and I feel old. Today I remembered that I had a bunch of Star Wars songs, and I want to re-do them and finish the series. I pretty much only did A New Hope. SO! I’m going to rerecord the good ones, and rewrite the bad ones. Plus, I’m going to write new ones and finish it. This is a good idea, yes? Yes.
“The fact is that “y’all” is pretty useful, as formal English doesn’t have a distinctly plural version of “you.” There is no “yous” (except in places like New York city and New Jersey, sometimes in the form of “youse guys”). This suggests that the referent is usually clear enough in context. But the existence of “y’all,” the related “you-all” and “all-y’all,” and other workarounds like “you guys” and “you lot” show that there is, in fact, room in the market for new second-person plural pronouns. Visitors to Texas typically realize the value of “y’all” within 48 hours.”—
Lots of updates: Promising things, setbacks, and lots of excitement.
So it’s been a bit since I’ve posted. A lot has happened in terms of this not-drinking deal-y. I’m not really sure where to being.
I’ve drank more than just a few once since saying I was going to stop. It wasn’t a complete disaster. Last night I curled up with good beer, a blanket and the remaining episodes of Doctor Who for me to catch up on, and I had 5, got pleasantly drunk and curled up and slept like a baby. I didn’t drink until I got out of control, didn’t do anything shitty. Just got a little warm and fuzzy and giggled at a television and British people.
So, I’ve still not broken what I set out to do. I’m in damn good control over when I drink and how much I drink, which is pretty much what I set out to do. Last night was out of character from how I’ve been since I started. I’m also very aware that this is a short time period that I’m talking about, but it’s pretty significantly long compared to how I used to drink.
The few other instances I’ve drank have been in social settings where I’ve had one beer and then called it a night. Two in some instances. I went to the Redskins game last Sunday, a place I used to get blitzingly drunk and scream like a maniac. I had one beer. I still screamed like a maniac. It was fun as shit, and I’m really glad I spend a sporting event sober. It’s a pretty new thing for me.
In the trying new things personally, that’s crawling a bit, but it’s going. The whole self-confidence thing is coming around a bit. That’s pretty exciting. I asked out a waitress! A cute waitress! And ran into her tonight and wasn’t a complete disaster. I’ve talked to women sanely. That’s pretty cool, too. This should be a fun new little ride type thing. Thanks for stickin’ around.