Sunday, May 1, 2011

Questions / Theories I have after watching the Doctor Who Series 6 premiere:


1. Who in the astronaut suit killed the Doctor?
Was it River? Is that secretly why she's in prison, even though a future Doctor told her to do it? My first reaction was that a future version of the doctor killed himself but that seems improbable. If the little girl is somehow connected to him, maybe she had to kill him so that she could survive and the doctor sacrificed himself?


2. Why did Amy tell the doctor she was pregnant when she did?
She said it was an emergency and she "needed" to tell him, but the silence were surrounding them, shouldn't she have told him that first? This is what makes me think the silence planted the idea of a baby in her mind, or maybe actually physically planted the baby in her, during those final days she was with them. When she was the silence she was registering this idea and had to tell the doctor before she forgot.


3. Why does Amy keep switching between pregnant and not?
My friend Karen (no relation to Gillan) had a beautiful theory that the TARDIS really did give Amy a time-head baby. She thinks all the space travel messed up with her pregnancy. The baby can regenerate in her uterus, which is why Amy keeps switching from pregnant and not.


4. What do the silence need with the astronaut girl?
Is the baby conceived in Amy's future, then born in the 1960s on purpose?

5. Why did the girl need a space suit to keep her alive anyways?
Couldn't they have used other technology, but why -specifically- a space suit? Also, the space race was originally to just get into outer space itself and orbit the earth, the actual push for landing on the moon came later. The doctor mentions "Why does the human race just now want to go to the moon?" (or something to that effect). Humans didn't necessarily have to go to the moon in order for the space suit to be invented.



6. Did the space suit turn the girl into a super strong quasi-timelord -as a plot by the silence- or was she naturally born with those skillz and they want to harness them?
Is that why she can regenerate? I don't think she's the doctor's daughter, but obviously the doctor and his effects are somehow involved.


7. Why was the Doctor imprisoned in Area 51 at all?
Did he just need a perfect prison for the silence? It appears that he's tricking the guards and Canton's in on it, but why? Does nobody believe them that the silence exist? How many people were actually in on what Canton and the Doctor were fighting? Did Canton even tell Nixon why the doctor's secret mission was vital, or did he just leave it at "vital to national security" and hope the president would vouch for him?

8. Why did Nixon ask Grant (Apollo 11 guard) about his baby?
Are the silence creating a baby army of pseudo-timelords, but in order for it to work everyone must be very excited about babies? Did the silence plant this baby idea into multiple people's brains? Or was this just a comment to help us remember the whole Amy-baby sub-plot?

9. Why did River and Rory come with Nixon to bail the doctor out of Apollo 11?
It might have just been a random thing to have the suave-looking Arthur Darvill make an appearance, but it seemed odd to me.


10. Why does Amy keep mentioning Rory's "stupid face"?
Is that an idea the silence planted in her mind to make her have a half-time Lord baby with the doctor? (again, improbable)


11. Who is the woman at the door? and what does "No, I think she's just dreaming." mean? Is the "she" referring to Amy or the mysterious little girl?
I have no theories on this one. I don't think it was meant to make sense until the series finale, but I'm guessing she will keep popping up until then, similar to the "bad wolf" theme in S1.

Overall, I am obsessed with this episode. I know it gave more questions then answers, but all the best Doctor Who story lines do at first. The mystery is the best part for me, so I loved it! I cannot wait for series 6. Long live the doctor!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Da Rules

     When we were freshmen in high school, two of my friends and I created a secret society of sorts. We devised a plan to go on an epic trip during the summer between Junior and Senior year. We held special meetings to look at maps, and thought ourselves so smart when we figured out which highways to take to get from Dallas to San Antonio. We took meticulous notes in a Spongebob Squarepants spiral. The trip idea sort of pittered out, but the jottings that remain are great. I found a list of "world capitals" in Texas (the cactus capital of Texas is Sanderson etc). There's also a miscellaneous page that just contains the lyrics to "I"m a little teapot" and random phrases such as "toe nail polish is good!" and "She has a green nose like a lobster!". What can I say? I was a strange 15 year old. Out of all the scattered attempts at order, my favorite by far is the list of rules I found at the back of the notebook....

(my commentary will be in blue)

Da Rules:
  1.   No parents are allowed unnecessary knowledge about said group (we'd planned to embarck on this road trip in the dead of the night, just leaving a note on our beds to explain our absesce- which is obviously the most logical course of action if you want to enjoy yourself and stay our of trouble.)
  2. During every meeting, we must sit criss cross apple sauce in a cirle with a scented candle in the middle of us.
  3. This candle must be lit by the person who's house we are occupying
  4. All jewelry must be around candle and not on body
  5. No gold jewelry, it's ugly
  6. Phones shall be off and facedown in center of cirle, surrounding candle.
  7. No e-mailing, facebook, or improper internet use will be tolerated
  8. No hats on heads
  9. No contacts on eyes
  10. No underwear outside of clothes (It worries me that we thought this was important enough to write down)
  11. No white out is to be used ever within this Spongebob notebook.- tis blasphemy
  12. No taking pictures while in circle, except discreetly without looking (pretty sure this means that neither the photographer nor the subject can look at eachother while taking a picture...)
  13. No mention of Winnie the Pooh while in circle
  14. No mammals (besides us) within a five foot radius of circle
  15. No chairs or tables, as they inhibit the creative process
  16. No lingerie or sports bras (very important)
  17. At least one pillow must be present at all times
  18. Each member must adhere to color-coded system at all times (the actual color-coded system is referanced nowhere else, which makes things difficult)
  19. All members must be properly moisturized at all times
  20. All members must be present at every discussion.
  21. Only those whose names are on the cover can partake in said event (as if anybody else would crash our weird teenage cult meetings)
  22. No discussions outside of circle (I'm not sure if this rule refers to discussions about the trip, or just discussions in general)
  23. (and last but not least) If flatulating, one can momentarily leave circle, but only for 90 seconds maximum
Dedicated readers, leave a comment with what non sense rules you'd enforce for your own secret society! (This means you Karen :) )

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day

Today I was looking through some old files saved on my computer from freshman year and I happened upon this little beauty. It's a hypothetical love letter that I wrote to no one in particular. I made it as sappy and just plain weird as possible. Please forgive me as I haven't edited at all, and it has some inconsistencies and grammatical errors, but give me a break -I was fourteen. Anyhow, it seems appropriate as today is (or I guess was) Valentine's day. Enjoy!

May 14th, 1967

Dear boy,

You are totally and completely, one hundred percent, the object of my desires. I cannot imagine a world bleaker, than one without you. You’re everything I was put on this earth for. Caring for you and loving you is everything I know now, and I won’t ever stop, no, never. 

Despite what you may pretend to your friends; I know that you soul yearns for me just as much as I yearn for you. Not only are we meant to be together, but we both know that you need me as much as I need you. It’s not a matter of want (although that does play a part) to the core, we both truly cannot survive without the other. If one should disappear the other would as well. 

I’ve found a quote from my favorite play which I believe describes how I feel towards you perfectly: “Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, Take him and cut him out as little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night.” (3.2. 23-26). You eyes already twinkle like stars, so shimmery up above. I hope you know that I am ready and willing to do anything for you. “I will do anything for [your] love”. If you commanded me to kill a thousand boars and oxen, I would do it, with my bare hands. No matter the risk and no matter the consequence, as long as I received your faithful devotion in exchange, I am willing to “climb every mountain. Soar ‘ore every sea. Follow every rainbow”.  I know that most lovers would do anything for their mate. I’m far more selfish than most lovers, because my love is far more intense than that of most lovers. I will do anything for you, as long as you promise to love me back. I’m ok with an open relationship, just as long as you remember little ole me every one in a while. “We all need someone to hold onto, just like a helpless child.”

 I must confess, I’ve had these feelings about you bottled up inside for quite some time and I just thought you should know the truth. I’ve lain my feelings down before you; please don’t use them as a welcome mat. I may welcome you in, as long as you don’t tread on me before we get to have fun. I just couldn’t hide the truth anymore. I am terrible sorry if I upset you, but I know that I won’t, because we both know that you love me as well. Your love isn’t even deep down; it’s just floating on the surface, waiting to be unleashed. I hope my letters have unleashed the love. I understand that you have social problems, but you will come around. And when you do, I’ll be here, as ever, waiting.

Until then, my love, adieu,
D.H. (made up initials)



P.S. Yes, that is an ewok in the background. I know how we both love them.

 (The original document had an ewok water mark. And for those of you who don't know what an ewok is, it looks like that ^)

Happy Valentine's day!
Love, SCPGirl

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Vegetarianism is for losers

Warning: The following blog is not funny or witty or in anyway something amusing for you to read during Physics class. I just sat down and wrote this because I felt like it and that is all. Also, Karen told me I hadn't posted a blog in a while, so here goes. If you want to read something slightly chuckle worthy, skip down to the lists at the bottom, they're almost worth your time. (Wow, such a great start to a blog. I know you're all hooked now). 


For three years in a row I gave up meat, but only during Lent. In February of last year, I decided to see if I could go meat-less for a year. I proudly told everyone that I didn’t care about animals; I just wanted to challenge my body. Six months into it, I started doing research about why people would go vegetarian in the first place. The effects the meat industry has on the environment astounded me. I had no idea how much water, (gasoline, CO2 etc) was wasted every year in order to feed, kill and transport animals for our consumption. I might not have enough compassion for the animals, or for my own health, but I do care about our planet. My one year vegg-aversary is on the 17th but it doesn’t really matter. I’m going to keep being vegetarian because I don’t want to be the cause of so much pollution when it’s so easy to be meat free.  

For anyone thinking about going vegetarian, don’t be scared. Start today; tell yourself that you won’t eat any meat today. Then motivate yourself with a one week goal, and so on. Before you know it you won’t even think about meat. I’ve heard lots of people say “I would be vegetarian, but I can’t live without meat” or “You can’t eat anything!”. I live in the south, where beef is second only to football, but I’ve never been in a restaurant where they don’t have something for me to eat. The meat substitutes today aren’t nearly as bad as everyone expects them to be, especially when they’re seasoned right (except the veggie hot dogs, stay away from those at all costs).

Also, don’t feel like just because you’re a vegetarian you have to eat healthy in all other ways. Sure you have to try a little harder to get protein than your omnivorous counterparts, but not all veg-heads are health freaks. Some vegetarian blogs talk about how “being vegetarian made me more conscious about what I ate, and now I only eat organic fat-free lentils and raw soy”. Come on people, being vegetarian doesn’t automatically make you crazy or a hippie, I swear. Speaking of crazy, I just discovered the Raw Vegan diet. Talk about people who can't eat anything tasty, goodness gracious. 
I leave you with a list of reasons why you should be a vegetarian:
       1.      Health, the poor defenseless creatures, Street Cred. Whether you’re in a room full of new people, or playing two truths and a lie at summer camp, it’s an instant conversation starter. You’re also more likely to attract vegetarian friends as the veggies tend to run in flocks.

       2.      New Foods. I used to hate beans, but was forced to eat them as a means of survival. Now I love beans, chick peas, and pretty much all soy products (except for the aforementioned veggie hot dogs).

       3.      Will Power. I think of eating meat as an old habit I need to break. With time, old habits go away and replace themselves with new ones. Forcing myself to monitor what I ate every day made it easier for me to avoid other bad habits like eating cheetos for dinner and regretting it the next day.

       4.      Smell. There’s speculation amongst the people of the internet over weather vegetarian poop smells better than most peoples. There’s no conclusive evidence, but I like to think it does.



(And because I couldn’t resist) Reasons you should not be a vegetarian:
       1. Random people feel guilty about eating a burger in front of you.

 2.      It’s easy to get lazy and fat from all the cheese you eat.

 3.      Eating barbeque for your grandpa’s birthday becomes difficult.  

 4.      People assume you’ll only eat healthy food and serve you nothing but salad.

 5.      There is no difference between airlines’ vegetarian meals and vegan meals. Good luck eating your butter-free, egg-less rock hard rolls with your unseasoned rice and beans.

 6.      Going to a British pub and ordering “fish” and chips. As a general rule of thumb, the name of what you’re about to eat should never be in quotes. 
          


         P.S. Don't watch videos from the crazies at PETA after ten PM, nightmares are all but guaranteed if you do. I'm serious, I watched one once, then had a dream that I ate children's arms; it was baaaad. 




Thursday, January 27, 2011

Why I love the Germans


I'm glad a park in Bavaria reminded me to "please don't..."

*Let your stomach get in the way of a nice fire
*Throw bottles behind you without closing them first
*Let your dog play leap frog with faceless rabbits. 
*Plant Flowers
*Listen to radios from the '80s
*Cross the curvy lines
*Sleep in tents too small for you

But most importantly, please don't spank the goats at gunpoint! It looks like Mr. Man is about to rob our poor hoofed brother or slap his badonk. Either way, I'm concerned that enough people got in trouble for this that they felt a sign was necessary.  


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

3 AM Poetry

I don't have time for a proper blog tonight, but I feel like posting something anyways. The following was composed about a month ago by yours truly in the middle of the night. Don't you dare try and plagiarize off me, this is my art and I claim all rights to it! Enjoy =)

My Crap Poem
by SuperCrazyPurpleGurl

I wish that this was poetry
I wish it all made sense
I wish that it was valuable, 
my words and my two cents.

I wish my thoughts would come alive.
The paper eats them all.
I'm sick and tired of the dull, 
I wish I had more gall.

I wish it was a masterpiece,
and not a piece of crap.
I want the talents of the best,
not stuck in this same trap.

I wish it could be wonderful,
if only it was good.
I wish that this was poetry,
to free me from the hood.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Babysitting and 17 Year Old Movie Reviews

Hello people who sit on children.

        Tonight I babysat a pair of nine year olds- always entertaining. For the sake of privacy let's call them Twin Boy and Twin Girl. Twins and I started out by eating cheese pizza and grapes while watching "Dennis the Menace". Whoa momma, was that interesting.

        When I first popped the video into the VCR (remember them?), I assumed it would be a wholesome movie full of fun for the whole family. Oh, how wrong I was.  It's a movie about a kindergartener, yet it's rated PG- that should have been my first clue. The film's main audience should be five year olds, except they're not old enough to see it! I'm almost 17 and I'm not sure that movie was appropriate for me, much less two nine year olds! There are so many different directions in which this movie could have been taken. The romance between Dennis and Maragaret could have been explored, or maybe Dennis goes on an adventure with his best bud Joey. Unfortunately, the writers didn't do either of those things. Instead, they created a film which literally gave Twin Boy and Twin Girl nightmares. Who knew a movie based on a comic strip would be so scary?


        As the title suggests, the main character is a five year old menace named Dennis (see? it rhymes, so it's almost clever, but not quite). At first I thought our protagonist was played by a younger version of Macaulay Culkin, but I was mistaken. That didn't stop me from googling him to see what ole M.C. (not hammer) is up to now.  I find it a little sad that Culkin looks exactly the same as when he was a child. Poor thing hasn't aged since 1991. No, seriously, he's bigger and he parts his hair on the other side of his head, but aside from these small discrepancies he looks identical to his ten year old self. It freaks me out, but I digress.




     I know that it was made in 1993 and things were different back then and movies weren't softened up just because they were made for kids, but come on! The "bad guy" in children's movies should NEVER look like this:  


He's wearing a striped turtleneck with a leather vest in the middle of summer for crying out loud. Who does that? The mentally messed up, that's who. He's certainly not incredibly scary in the traditional sense of the word, but boy is he a creep. This picture is from a scene when he first entered town, staking out the neighborhood and watching kids while they play on the playground. He's literally a pedophile. 

        Pedophiles usually have fabulously frightening names, so I wikipediaed it and turns out, this one does too. Switchblade Sam, he's called. SWITCHBLADE Sam!?!?! Kids, a little tip from me to you, if you ever meet a man who's named after a prison weapon, run away! I had to fast forward through all of SS's scenes because Twin Boy was cowering in fear the whole time. 

        The movie climaxes when SS kidnaps Dennis, a five year old, and nearly knifes him by the river. It worries me that someone out there pitched this idea and someone else agreed to it. Being a young main character, Dennis is of course quite wily and has his kidnapper tied up in no time. The weird part is he sticks around for what seems like hours, just messing with SS, force feeding him beans, dropping firewood on him from 50 feet up and even setting him on fire (the last one was supposedly on accident, but we all know how blonds get). I suppose it all made sense within the context of Dennis's menacing character, but I found the whole thing a bit weird to be honest. 

       In the end Dennis saves the day by having SS arrested for robbing every single neighbor in the county. Switchblade Sam's hand is slammed in the police car door, causing him to drop his blade into a drain. And they all live happily ever after. Twin Girl informed me that SS could never have been a real robber in the first place, "he was probably just pretending, cause everybody knows real robbers are all pirates that dress in black... duh". 


       The movie ended and the twins were put to bed. I stayed up watching "How to Train your Dragon" and I loved every second! "Night fury" is arguably the best name for a black dragon in the history of folklore. All in all a spooky yet amusing babysitting experience.

Day Two Complete.

P.S. For your viewing pleasure, a picture of "that kid from Home Alone" with Micheal Jackson. Google tells me they were close friends. How did I not know about this?? Tis a creepy and mind boggling combination of celebrities.

Friday, January 14, 2011

First Blog

Hello people of the internet.


Confession time with SCPG,

As you can no doubt see, I have never posted a blog. However, that does not exclude me from the bagillions of people in this world who have written in their lifetime. Even if no one reads it, I think putting one's opinions "out there" is an excellent idea.


For a while now I've been toying with the idea of blogging. It sounds brilliant: writing and getting feedback from strangers- what's not to love? A couple of friends have convinced me to start blogging, so here goes nothing. 


I read online once (I'm a bad blogger and have no url), that people's brains work differently when they're reading off a computer screen versus a physical piece of paper. I wonder if that same principle applies to people who type words versus write them. Would my short stories come out better if I tried to type them? Who knows... In case you were wondering, that  is another reason why I decided to blog. I want to see if my lovely composition skillz come across as clearly in virtual form as they so often do on paper. We'll see how this goes. 

Day one complete.