Doctor Who Weekend.

Eleventh Doctor

Hello all you nuts in Cyberspace. Remember how I said I was gonna do Doctor Who weekend? Well... I still don't have a computer. So I don't know how much I'll be able to do. I'll try to do a bit tonight though cause I'm getting super excited and feel like I need to rave about Doctor Who. Bear with me all you non-whovians! *grin* This will be my shortest post because I waited too long to do it and I'm burnt of from NaNo.

I'm gonna take this opportunity to rave about the amazing Pond family. And everything Pond. Because I have come to realize that I miss them way too much. and I need to post about them

The Pond Family 

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It all began with Amy and Rory. Mad, impossible Amy and Rory, who stole the Doctor's hearts the minute he saw them together. He knew them right from the get go. He was their 'imaginary' friend. the Raggedy Doctor, the story from their childhood that they never quite forgot. And because of that he has a very special connection to them.

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I think I adore Amy and Rory so much because their story, their time in the TARDIS, their relationship with the Doctor, it was all very new. Unlike Rose or Martha, Amy wasn't in love with the Doctor. But she wasn't really Donna either. She was something completely different. She met The Doctor when she was seven and waited 12 years for him to come back for her. She never gave up. I think that's what endured us to her. She was the little girl who waited all night in the garden and the idea of little Amelia, all alone outside, waiting and worrying, that made us all fall in love with her.

The girl who waited

I'm going to admit, it took me a while to really fall for Amy. I liked her enough, I thought she was cute and spunky and incredibly Scottish, which was a nice change. She was everything you wanted in a companion. I think my big problem with her was that she ran away with the Doctor on her wedding night.

Her wedding night.

For me, that was just something no one does. Especially not when RORY WILLIAMS is waiting for you at home. I had a real thing for Rory. The minute he walked on scene I thought "ah, he's cute. I love him. He's such a nerd." and - BAM! I was a Rory fan instantly. Then I found out he was Amy's boyfriend. And I was like

WHATEVER I'M SHIPPING IT!!!!!!!

And then Amy ran away.

Okay I get it. She was scared. She loved Rory but she didn't know why. She didn't understand. I totally get it. I also know she never loved the Doctor, not like that. She more.... hero-worshipped him. And I think he was especially fond of her because he had let her down when she was small and he feels responsible for her now. But that didn't change the fact that she had left Rory.

That really, really bugged me.

Which is why it was so wonderful when the Doctor actually went back and asked Rory to come travelling. Well when I say asked....

Sort of "OH HELLO! Come away, you and Amy are suppose to be together."

And after that, The Doctor and his Ponds became something of an item. They did everything together. Everything. They saw the world end and restart together. They fought vampires and visited pirate ships and travelled to many parallel worlds of impossibilities together. They came back from the dead - more than once. By the end they were something far more than friends. Amy and Rory had made the Doctor their family. And he in turn, made them his. His Ponds.

Amy Rory

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River Song 

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River Song is sort of the link between everything. She is the mystery woman who pops in and out of the Doctor's life in different points of his time stream. Because she is a time-traveler too, they never meet in the right order. For example, the first time he meets her he's still on his Tenth regeneration and she's known him as Eleven for years. Yep. Welcome to Doctor Who you guys. The Doctor doesn't know much about River but she seems to know everything about him. And she isn't afraid to tell him something exactly as it is.

River Song

River and the Doctor have a cute, odd kind of romance. You don't even realize it's a romance, until you suddenly see that it couldn't be anything else. The Doctor clearly adores her and she is obviously in love with him. They're both a bit mad and ridiculous and well.... sociopaths. And that's why they're in love.

Oh  and this is my friend River, nice hair, clever, has her own gun, and unlike me she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that, kinda do, a bit.

Thank you sweetie

Now I know you're team players  and every, but she'll definitely kill the first three of you

Oh, the first Seven easily.

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Their romance is a sort of sideline. Its there but its the undertone of the story. Amy and Rory, now, their love story blazes for all to see. I swear it is the best love story to ever hit television. Ever. EVER. It lasted Two Thousand years. Seriously, what more could you ask for?

Amy and Rory

Amy Pond

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The Ponds

At this point I feel like I should talk a little bit about Rory.

 Rory Williams

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He is seriously the best husband in the universe, I swear! He's heroic and brave. He's a bit nerdy and quirky, but he also takes space and time travel quite well. I don't think I've seen anyone so easy going about anything He's totally calm about everything. 

Rory the Roman

That's Rory in a nutshell. His devotion to Amy was what stole my heart away. I liked him from the beginning but after he agreed to protect Amy for a thousand years because he was afraid something might happen to her, even in the safest box on the planet, that's when I decided

RORY COULD DO NO WRONG!!

And he just keeps getting better! He's kind and understanding, he's unceasingly loyal and true. He doesn't let things frighten him. He's unflappable when it comes to aliens or anything out of the ordinary. He is probably my favorite companion ever. Well... he and Amy. Cause you don't get one without the other.

Amy&Rory 

When you find out River's connection to Amy and Rory everything comes together beautifully. Their relationship, their care and fierce protectiveness for each other, it all makes sense. You realize that, from the beginning, These four could never be anything else than a family, a true, amazingly perfect family. It was like.... destiny.

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 I think that's why so many Whovians took The Angels Take Manhattan so terribly. Amy and Rory were more than just companions, they were family. They belonged on the TARDIS. It was their second home, it really was. And they were the Doctor's home. whenever he felt lonely or sad or in need of a little cheering up he'd rush off to visit his mates on earth. He'd take them on a bunch of wild adventures, return them safe and sound to earth, and pop off with a "See you soon!!" they are the closest thing to family he's had since Gallifrey burned.

Which is why their ending was so horrible. Amy and Rory didn't get the goodbye that they deserved. Yes, Angels take Manhattan did make me cry, and it was very emotional and devastating and all that. But it wasn't what the Ponds NEEDED. we had two of the best companions ever to step into the Doctor's life and... that was it? that was their ending? They didn't even get a proper 'goodbye' it was just, "Oh, Amy and Rory are gone forever now. And for some reason River has to go off on her own even though the Doctor would love to have her stick around. Its time to kill the Pond family. Say hello to Clara."

To which we all went

Clara?

DIE!

By now you all know that I do like Clara. I was surprised at how much I liked her. But it feels like something is missing. And that something is the Ponds. They were an enormous part of the Doctor's life and now its like they never happened. Its like his family fell through a crack in time and he's the only one who can remember them at all.

Well, and all of us.

But Moffat has conveniently pushed them from his mind. They are not of import. Its all about Clara now. And just for good measure, in case we have hope left, he cut out River too.

WHY WOULD YOU CUT OUT RIVER??

Hasn't the Doctor lost enough without losing his wife too??

*Headdesk*

Anyway

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Who is you're favorite companion(s)? What are you looking forward to come Saturday? What are some of your plans? Do you like Doctor Who and if you don't, WHY NOT??!

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God Bless!

~Bella

NaNo and Doctor Who

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Can you tell its NaNo week? I can. I'm freaking out because November is drawing to a close and my 'NaNo' book is at a terrible place. I actually have been working on it, which is a big break-through for me, and maybe I'll make it, maybe I wont. All I know is come November 30th I'll know I at least tried.  Though if I don't finish then I'll probably curl up with my music, eat chocolate and try not to cry because I couldn't finish my epic story in time.

I MUST NOT FAIL! 

My characters should be nice to me.

My characters are never nice to me.

Especially Iago.

Iago is evil.

But anyway I decided to be brave and share a snippet from my story with all of you. Its only fair that I give you a bit of an idea of what I'm working on, so.... BASIC PLOT!!!!

Iago and Beth are born at the exact same time on the exact same day in the exact same moment on the exact same place - in two opposite worlds. This enables them to cross between worlds, and even see  a second world beneath the layer of our own. Like seeing a reflection in a shop window. The two children end up meeting and start crossing together. But one of the times they cross something goes wrong and it shatters the balance between the worlds. what erupts will raise a breath-taking battle. And a choice.

Now for the snippet. This is the only bit I feel brave enough to share right now, the rest is still to close to me. I wrote it half-asleep so be kind. Its pretty .... hard.

For Becky it was a new experience. She felt the wind striking her hand and touching her eyes in slow motion, she felt the touch of the cold snows on her hands and the taste of salt on her lips. Though her passing between worlds was fast, she had never spent so long in a moment – it was as if her second in time had been slowed to days, even weeks, but was over as fast as a well-earned holiday. In a cascade of color the world cradled her body, turning in through its vortex of emotion with all the constellations laid out before her. She was suspended, nothing but a tiny creature in a world of monsters. She could feel the weight of the universe crushing her being and driving her spirit out, the immense volume of the stars dancing in her eyes and blinding her. Her head swam as her identity was slowly pulled from her reach and she fell, a helpless rag doll, into the pitiless world below. Darkness washed over her in a wave, first here eyes, than her ears and last her eyes. Nothing remained. Nothing.               

 

The girl awoke. Her eyes blinked heavily and her body stirred, more through instinct than through her will. She felt heavy as one would when returning from a long swim. Her hair hung about her shoulders in limp folds, her hands were numb and stiff and her legs were strangely leaden. She rose slowly and glanced about her. She appeared to be in some sort of enormous0 cave with many tunnels. A strong, silver light came from above, casting the world into a type of crystal-like realm. Silvery, ice-like trees were all about her, though weather they were blew and appeared silver or silver and appeared blue, She did not know. The ground under her feet felt unstable but she could not get a look at it, for there was a heavy fog lining the earth. The beauty of the forest was all about her, odd sounds echoed off the cave walls and mumbled back to the trees below, soft but resounding and full of life. Lights shone among the leaves and pieced the forest lands, only to be suddenly snuffed out by the vicious fog below. There were many small, winged creatures that would swoop low over Her head, some silent, some calling out an ever-strange tune which joined the other echoing sounds that occupied the forest. In the shadows where no light struck, odd figures darted in and out, some almost human-like, but She could never see them properly. They were too fast, perhaps timid. It was a beautiful wood, but there was something not quite right about it. Everything, though lit up, was shielded and cold; this was a place that wished to be left alone. And rightly so. Nothing from the Real World belonged here. This land ghoulish and unreal, bending in and out of focus, nothing  appearing to have a permanent form of its own. It made no sense in the realities of our own world but here it made sense in itself and was in perfect harmony with the order of its nature. She felt different here. Different? Is that what this could be called? To be so fragile but stronger than ever and so fake but more real than she’d ever been? She was cut off, almost as if She were somewhere else and was watching but a shadow of herself, stumbling alone in a forgotten world. Here it didn’t seem to matter who you were, where you’d been or what you were heading to. All that mattered was that you were here, now, and free of any bond. Why, you could do as you pleased here. The girl fancied you could do just about anything you wished. She reached out her hand and touched one of the trees. She bent it to her will, and it did as bid, melting away into a shower of rain drops and rushing off her fingers, frilling itself out as butterflies and becoming lost among the trees above. A small, intent smile played on the girls lips. Her eyes shone with a clear, bright light, and her hands trembled in anticipated excitement. From behind she saw a tall, long form, peer at her from behind the trees. The minute she laid eyes on it, it scampered off through the trees. She tilted her head and the forest branches bent back for her, opening a path. She pocked the gold watch started off after the figure. It didn’t matter why she wished him. What mattered was, she did.

 

Sound okay? its a rough-draft, but what do you think? horrible?

 

I think its horrible.

 

*sigh*

 

Anyway.....

 

I feel super bad because I've been terrible about blogging since the 30-day song Challenge was finished. A lot of the reason is because I don't have my computer right now. Another reason is because.... I don't have much to blog about. Its been pretty quiet at my house, though we've had a semi-vacation these past couple of weeks. Not away from home or  anything. See, my dad went out of town. So we've been a bit more....Epic Weird these past couple weeks. We've been having girl time. I'll be sad when its over. I love girl time. Its so much fun.

 

Before I toddle off and give the lap-top I'm typing on back to its rightful owner, I have something exciting to announce. November 23rd is Doctor Who day, and the 50th Anniversary will be airing that night. And because its the FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY I've decided to do a Doctor Who Weekend. Starting Thursday I'm going to have a Doctor Who Semi-blog-party. Anyone can join. Anyone can be a part of it. There aren't many rules. Just blog about anything you want, whether it be favorite companions, best episodes, greatest Doctor, fun facts, costumes, or tags. You can do whatever you feel like, just so long as its Doctor Who related. I'm going to go all Whovian. And its gonna be awesome. Cause it'll be me. And when I fangirl, I'm get SERIOUS.

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Now I'm leaving. I hate to go, but I was supposed to be off some time ago and its nice of the person to let me blog on their technology at all. So be glad to have heard from me. Not everyone is so lucky!

 

God Bless!

~Bella

Why We Love Food

I'm an Italian. This means that I grew up knowing that the Kitchen is the most important part of the house. Its the room where all the magic happens and without it we'd all be a bunch of sad, starving, worthless humans. For me cooking and baking have always been a big part of my life and the thing to look forward to during any big event. Seriously, if we want to have a nice day it always ends with food, food and more food. That's just always how its been. But I notice that quite a lot of people don't understand my family's obsession with food. I mean, for pity sake, even our songs have food in them!! They don't understand our love of cooking or why we are so scandalized when they say gnocchi and ravioli are basically the same thing. They don't understand that the recipe is more a guideline than an actual rule-of-thumb. My family cooks by taste, quite a lot. We like to experiment, make new foods and desserts and taste luscious sauces while listening to Josh Groban. We throw a little spice here, add a touch of salt there, put a pinch of garlic here, taste, stir..... mmmm maybe some thyme?

And when we serve said meal and a friend asks 'How did you make it?' we're like......

WITH TALENT!!!!

Basically, my family loves food. You give us food and we're happy. If you walk through our door with brownies or scones or breads, we'll accept you instantly. And if you come empty handed, we'll  soon fix it. Company walks in and we're like "TAKE OUR FOOD!!"

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People who don't understand this infatuation probably just don't get Italians. Its not so much the food. I mean, we do love food, of course. But its also sort of our heritage. Its our tradition, our life style. Its...... Ugg, what's the word I'm looking for? Help me out guys!! I begins with C, I think.

 AHA! Culture!! That's what it is! the food is our culture. Its sort of who we are. like Americans and baseball. Sort of.  And, in my opinion, Italians have got it right. Food makes everything better. As for our music, what's wrong with having a little flavor to our songs? We just love food ok! We love food!!

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Cooking and baking has just always been a big thing in my family. I grew up sitting on the counter watching some older sister or work with food and doing my part by dumping in the flour or tossing in the spice. I would watch them imagining what I would bake when I grew up. Maybe that's why it upsets me so much when most of what I make turns out wrong. I figure its because I'm too distracted. My mind is too full of magnificence, I need to clear a little area for the splendor of cooking. I want to be a good cook. I don't even have to be great. Just good! Or even, pretty good! Its rather sad when you pull a treat out of the oven and its become.... not so treaty.

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Yeah, that's always a bit depressing. That's when I like to think, 'Oh well, There's always a sin to do penance for.' Or, if I'm in a bad mood and that treat was suppose to cheer me up, 'Fine! I'll just have my peanut butter crackers and tea, watch Doctor Who and be happy! I will rise above this!' 

 

I guess the reason I did this is because so many people I've met in the past months, weather online or off it, don't understand Italians and I felt like stating that we are normal, on the whole, and not crazy chefs who bake all day. That's just my family.

 

*Grin*

 



NaNo is going OK, better than I thought it would. It would be easier if I had a COMPUTER. That would be nice. Writing with paper sort of sucks. OKAY I SAID IT! SHOOT ME!! Computers are just easier. Plus most of my story is on my laptop. So.... that's a big thing. I will say NaNo has forced me to do a few things. I've taken a character out of my story and revised the beginning. I feel kind of bad about that, but Peter couldn't stay. He just couldn't. He was getting in the way, and as much as I loved him he needed to go. I'll put him in his own book, I'm sure he'd like that. I'm hoping by  next week I can start sharing snippets and scenes from my book. This is my goal. It will make me want to finish my book, knowing all you know I'm writing again. It gives one kick. And knowing what I'm trying to accomplish, a whole book in thirty days, it causes me to have these bizzare mood swings. First I'm like...

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And Then I'm like...

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And people wonder why writers go crazy.

 

We live in a world of MAKE BELIEVE guys. We're all mad here. *Chuckles Darkly* Mrhrrrhrrrhrrrhrrrrrrrr!!!!

 

I guess I'm liking NaNo. At least I get chocolates every week. Every Friday my writing group meets. And we get chocolate.

 

I LOVE chocolate.

 

I would go on for longer, but I am still waiting for my lovely laptop to be returned to me and I'm using a borrowed computer to type this post. Also, I'm stuck using Internet Explorer for the time being. Have you ever tried blogging on Internet Explorer? Its a BENCH you guys. A TOOL BENCH! It is so incredibly picky and obnoxious. If it was just the speed, I wouldn't mind, its fairly quick once its loaded. But the pop-ups? The Pop-ups are a freakin pain! You click an image. POPUP! You click a link. POPup! you open a new tab. POPUP! You try to copy something URL. POPUP!!!!! You press play on a youtube video. POPUUUUP!!!!!!  Its so infuriating! By the end of the day you're just like.

 

I will use Internet Explorer for many things, but when I get my computer back I'm using Chrome for blogging. Just for the blogging. That's safe. *A PROFESSIONAL SAID SO* I. Can. Not. Wait.

 

Boom

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A bit of Everything. Oh yes, and that

I love it when you wake up on Saturday morning and realize that, not only is it bright in your bedroom but you have gotten another hour of sleep. And you get absurdly happy. Nothing like that extra hour to make life amazing.

 

I think its going to be a good week. I'm a little freaked out right now actually, because I did something very brave. I decided, against all odds to participate in NaNoWriMo. Or at least, try. This was a big thing for me because lately I have been feeling wretched as a writer. In fact I almost gave up writing altogether. I hated my work and everything I was creating. I hated my characters, my ideas and my collection of scribbles that never made it to "THE END." I was just not in the mood to pick up paper and pen. But then November firs rolled around, and somehow I was picking up one of my poor deserted books that have been so patient with me, and flipping through its pages.  I realized that I actually had some good stuff to work with. It wasn't the stuff of legend or anything but it was pretty good. It just needed some touching up and...... editing. I took a leap, and now I'm doing NaNo. Because I'm a fool and have no life.

 

Sometimes I wonder if I'm insane. Or maybe I just like traumatizing myself. Because Everything I've been reading or watching has been very upsetting.  My Fandoms are killing me. There's a lot of tears. And pain. and broken hearts. And overall sadness. And it feels like no sooner do I finish said show that I find one equally terrible and am like "Oh yeah, that show where the whole fandom seems to be going mad, that's the show for me!" And then I watch it. And my overall reaction is, "What is wrong with this show??? Why am I watching this show? I HATE THIS SHOW!! THIS SHOW IS HORRIBLE! WHERE IS THE NEXT EPISODE???

 

 

And all my friends are like

 

 

 

I wish I didn't get obsessed. I wish I wouldn't get so attached to fictional characters. Its like the writers are all in a secret conspiracy with Steven Moffat to destroy the lives of fans everywhere.

 

And the poor fans are just like "FINE! TAKE MY HAPPINESS! WHO NEEDS IT! I'M JUST GONNA SIT HERE, EAT COOKIES AND BE SAD! THIS WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!"

 

 

Shut up Moffat.

 

*ehem*

 

 

Anyway... I want to say I'm sorry. I know my blog has probably been boring lately and I'm sorry for the excessive fangirling that's been popping up lately. When I start getting some of my book done I may give you all a nice little snippet or two, so look forward to that! I'm also gonna try and take that acting class.... again.. Which should be an adventure. I really hope it flies this time. I love acting :)

 

And before I go, I'm thinking of chaining my blog theme, because I don't really like how it looks right not and I want a winter-y one in honor of our first snow. Only half a year till it melts!*grin*  I wanted to know what all of you think. Should I change a bit? Do you like my blog the way it is? Suggestions??

 

Goodbye now y'all! I'm off to be traumatized by two of the greatest brothers in history! wish me luck!

 

 

God Bless!

~Bella