saying “i run a blog” makes it sound so legit
like you’re in charge of a really important project or something
“oh yeah, i run a blog centering around the analysis of symbolism in popular television and how those symbols reflect the modern cultural mindset; specifically, the controversy surrounding physical/emotional homoeroticism and its reception with the masses”
kidding, i mostly just cry and talk about butts
Uh, sooo I just had a pretty trippy dream.
- I was back in 6th grade math, exploring my graphing calculator
- when suddenly two men saunter on in to the classroom:
- Christopher Eccleston, wearing Nine’s jacket and a pair of American flag boxers and
- Matt Smith, rocking a fluffy lime green bath robe and a blue fez.
- Chris demanded that my teacher get up, so that they could sit on top of her desk.
- Oh and he spoke with a slight Jamaican accent.
- Matt told us to start asking them both questions about Doctor Who.
- Oh and he spoke with a slight Australian accent.
- My classmates and I asked ‘em questions about the show for a while -
- which despite this being the year 2000 -
- we all totally knew and loved.
- The only question I remember now was:
- “Who is your favorite companion?”
- Both said Wilfred Mott.
- Finally, they announced that the Q & A was over.
- They had some unfortunate news:
- David Tennant died.
- He apparently fell off the top of a ferris wheel.
- Chris and Matt were traveling around to every classroom on the planet to personally deliver the news.
- They handed us each a stuffed animal (mine was a purple raccoon),
- gave my teacher a hug,
- and left.
So basically, I learned that David Tennant should avoid carnival rides. Even seeing a patriotic-boxers-wearing/Jamaican-accented Christopher Eccleston and a bathrobed, Australiany Matt Smith isn’t worth the pain.