Fishy fish. Are you a fish, fishy fish? Go fish, my fishy fish.
(Source: Spotify)
Cramming for calculus exam, just mastered another chapter
sigh [relief]
It’s that point when you realize that despite the fact that your deadline’s creeping up, you finally have your paper under your control.
It’s not over yet, but everything’s going to be okay.
[breathe]
The BBC DO NOT want Moffat to continue.
Problems fly around the Production of Doctor Who like a blizzard. Here is what is wrong:
- An inability to work with the BBC on an executive level, leading to rows with other producers
- A huge and antagonistic falling out with the series leading man, Matt Smith, about the treatment of former Doctors in preparation of The Anniversary Show. Smith was furious that former Whos were not informed of Moffat’s intentions.
- An intense and paranoid jealousy on Moffat’s part on the success of Russell T Davies. Moffat does not have the same carte blanche Davies had on the series franchise - with things like The Sarah Jane Adventures and Torchwood outwith his remit.
- Moffat’s anger at not being allowed to create his own spin off series.
- Skinner and Moffat’s alleged rudeness to Christopher Eccleston’s procrastinating which lead to Eccleston refusing to do the Anniversary Show at the eleventh hour (excuse that pun)
- The eighth series is ONLY being worked on by Moffat, but NO ONE ELSE including the BBC will commit to it after Christmas.
- The BBC DO NOT want Moffat to continue. He is refusing to budge.
- Huge budget cuts in series 5 and 6 meant that Moffat’s original plans had to be curtailed half way through production. This lead to confusing story lines and continuation arcs.
- Big named writers dumped at the last minute.
- Moffat directly responsible for the split seasons and, worst, the dumping of EIGHT half written scripts.
My refusal to watch any more 12th Doctor episodes is completely validated now.
My study abroad application got accepted, as expected. This was a very exciting button to click.
*Commit*
People
Have I become so jaded and skeptical of other people that I’ve lost a piece of my humanity? I no longer assume people are innately good, but rather see them as innately stupid and selfish.
Is this perspective a consequence of my environment? Has working on Main St. HB – where half the stores are bars, all the girls wear bikinis and cover their faces in dark sunglasses and pink lipstick, the guys wear Ed Hardy and treat girls like plastic trophies, the perpetually drunk homeless outnumber the police 20:1, and everyone feels entitled to dehumanize service workers – caused me to universally lose respect for the individual?
To drive on the freeway here is to gamble with your life, and your chances of surviving directly correlate with your ability to dodge idiots who don’t use their mirrors or blinkers, don’t understand what half the lines and signs on the road mean, and have virtually no sense of self-preservation. And the people who go to Chapman seem to be the same people who I have to deal with at work, focused so much on the self that they don’t even notice when they’ve stopped in the middle of a busy doorway to text their ‘big’ for directions to tonight’s party.
What happened to my Huell Howser, Ira Glass -esque curiosity for people’s stories? Did it disappear with my naivety, replaced by bitterness and vitriol? Perhaps if I continue along this path long enough, I’ll begin to lose my capacity for altruism.
Shit Baristas Say (by Sprudge Editors)
Your Barista Probably Hates You: The Holy Grail of Orders
“I need a no foam cappuccino.”
It happened. I’ve been joking about it for years. I’ve been keeping an ever hopeful heart that it would one day happen to me. I didn’t honestly think it was possible.
“I need a no foam cappuccino.”
Like a retail coffee archaeologist , I had stumbled upon a relic…
None of you know how hard I laughed at this.
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