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It's time for that thing where you post the first line of the first entry of each month of the year! Mostly because everyone else is doing it. Here goes!

January
New Year's Eve was a big giant bust. There was freezingness, earsplittingly loud music, and blood. (Just on my sister's knee. She's banged up, but fine.) I may never wear heels again.
(From the trip to London where I failed to see David Tennant in Hamlet. Sigh.)

February
I left my apartment exactly once today. At first I wasn't going to go anywhere at all, because putting on shoes means my foot instantly starts hurting... but then I remembered about yoga.
(I wish I remembered about yoga more often.)

March
I had a weekend of epic awesome, where I had lunch and cupcakes with vivichick, where a few drinks at a bar led to shenanigans at a diner in Brooklyn at 2am, where a couple brand-new friends and I went to a pole-dancing class (yup, you heard me), and where lnbw and I got together and made each other watch awesome TV (Being Human / Coupling).
(Aww, that was the weekend I met Maya! Aww, pole-dancing!)

April
Well, Roomie S is long gone, and Roomie L moved in on Monday. We love Roomie L already. She is laid-back, flexible about rearranging things so her stuff fits with ours, a med student at Columbia (yikes), and an INDIGO GIRLS FAN. I see CD-trades in our future.
(Aww, Roomie L! I am glad she is still here. She is the best.)

May
Back in high school, I had a friend who was madly obsessed with Tori Amos. I don't know if she still is, but I kind of hope she is, because that is how I will always think of her.
(The entry was about Neko Case, but this bit was about Lindsay, who spelled her name the same as me, and had all the same classes as me. She was nifty.)

June
The gum I am chewing right now is called Cinnamint. Which, of course, makes me think of "Cinnamindy."
(Heh. My brain.)

July
Everything happens for a reason. Either that, or there actually is some higher power listening to me, and pitching in when I think I can't go any farther.
(I've taken to just calling it The Universe. Which sounds like something out of The Secret, but really it's because of Doctor Who. The universe has a way of righting itself, and all that.)

August
Well, they were originally billed as Peter, Paul and Mary -- but Mary was sick, so we only had the two guys.
(And then, mere weeks later, Mary died. So sad.)

September
Teh Novel. I mean really. I need to revise this fucker.
(And I did. TAKE THAT.)

October
No, I did not work on this book. (But in the interest of full disclosure, yes, I know someone who did.)
(This was about Nightlight, which BY THE WAY has hit the NYT extended list!)

November
List 10 musical artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below).
(Oh, meme.)

December
thunderemerald: i have no idea what you are talking about. everyone who works in publishing is totes normal.
(AHAHAHAHA.)

Ta-da. Back to "work."

I think there was a Fic Amnesty Day or something like that? Something? I don't know. Point is (I think), you post fics that you probably will never finish, or are looking for ways to finish, or something.

I have some. Here they are. Tiny snippets of scenes in larger stories that never happened.

( Ten and Donna, after The Fires of Pompeii (274 words) )

( Ten and Donna, sometime after Partners in Crime (131 words) )

( Martha, after season 3 (66 words) )

( Ten and Rose, sometime during season 2 (431 words) )

( Ten and Rose in Florida, after The Age of Steel (1,015 words) )

It is Snowpocalypse. Less because of the amount of snow (I've been to Canada in February, guys; this is nothing), and more because I really like the word Snowpocalypse. I ventured outside for feiran's birthday dinner last night. This was originally followed by a plan to get a drink with my sister -- but then, because (a) we couldn't decide on a bar, and (b) I looked outside, we ended up curling up on her couch with mulled wine (!), watching Doctor Who, and sleeping on the couch. (The last part was just me. She slept in her bed, it being her apartment and all.)

Today, I watched more Doctor Who as I wrapped some Christmas presents. Of the two Christmas episodes I actually enjoy, we'd watched The Runaway Bride the night before -- so I watched The Christmas Invasion today. And then spent the next hour or so revisiting some of my favorite post-regeneration fanfics.

Which has me thinking.

See, I'm really, really looking forward to these forthcoming Christmas specials. I've made myself excited about them by looking at promo pictures and reading interviews and thinking, "The Master! The Master is coming back!" Because really, who doesn't love the Master? (Aside from all the fictional people he killed or tried to kill. DETAILS.)

What I've managed to push to the back of my head is the fact that These Are The Tenth Doctor's Last Episodes. No more Ten. No more Brainy Specs and "molto bene" and "allons-y!" and wild hair and epic hugs. (The love for bananas will probably remain, considering.) No more of the lingering love for Rose Tyler that makes my heart break a little every time it comes up.

No more David Tennant.

As I explained to many people last night at the dinner, I love Nine. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Nine. But I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Ten. I started at the beginning of New Who, but Ten is My Doctor. Nine's hero-journey story arc was stunningly beautiful, but Ten's antihero-journey arc twists my heart around like even "Everybody lives!" never could, and it hasn't even ended yet. But when it ends... what then?

Will I watch Matt Smith's intro and read post-regeneration fic for Eleven? Will I care enough? Will it depend, as I suspect it may, on what other character(s) is/are present for this particular regeneration? So much depended on Rose last time; everything was through her eyes, because she and Nine saved each other, and then she had to start all over again. Who will everything depend on this time? Will this Amy Pond person appear before or after Ten becomes Eleven? (And why does Moffat keep naming his characters after nature? This isn't The Cider House Rules, dude.)

I mean, the entire show is about what changes and what remains constant -- it HAS to be, given its nature. And that's part of what fascinates me about the Doctor's character. He's the same, but he's not, etc. And since the change will remain a constant, I'll still be fascinated by this new Eleven, right? Right? It won't go away? Or will I just mourn for Ten, like Nine's fans mourn for him, and like other people mourn for Four or Five or... well, I don't think I've ever met any diehard Seven or Eight fans, but I'm sure they exist somewhere. The point still stands.

I sort of want to write Ten/Rose post-TCI fic now. I've read zillions of them, but I don't think I ever got around to writing one myself.

I doubt I will, though.

Things I did tonight:

- bundled up
- went Christmas carolling with Nina and Megan
- went to Kaitlin's apartment
- drank wine
- listened to other people read stories and poems and other sundries
- geeked about
- walked home afterwards, despite telling everyone I wouldn't

My life, sometimes, is very simple and very great.

PS: Ever wonder if you might die by getting EATEN BY A BEAR? You should read this story.

Is there anyone on my flist who hasn't been casting-spoiled for the Doctor Who Christmas specials? No? Thought not. MOVING ON.

Okay, so most of you probably know that I love Murray Gold's almost-once-a-year Who songs (Song For Ten! LOVE DON'T ROAM, you guys!)... but the only thing that beats those out are the songs that the Master gets for his own personal soundtrack. Voodoo Child. I CAN'T DECIDE. I mean, look at this and TRY telling me it's not awesome. This too!

So the thing is, the Master is coming back. Look! There are pictures!

How is it possible for one man to look so EvilSexy in a simple black hoodie?

CRAZY CHAIR.

If I am right (which happens from time to time), the Master coming back means MORE SOUNDTRACK. Please, oh please, more soundtrack. More dance-pop. In particular (RTD, are you listening?), I would like Doctor/Master-ish scenes set to the following:

- "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert
It's all right, you’ll be fine
Baby I’m in control
Take the pain, take the pleasure
I’m the master of both

and/or

- "Bad Romance" by (duh) Lady GaGa
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

I MEAN, COME ON!

Also, I think neither of these are unreasonable requests, given RTD's history with music choices. I mean, we all know Adam Lambert is the new Scissor Sisters, right? Just listen to "Fever" and tell me I'm wrong.

Also-also, I really doubt that collar means what I think it means, but a girl can dream, right?

I've been a cashier. I hated being a cashier as much as the next guy. Sure, there were those few-and-far-between moments when you'd have a really great conversation with a customer, or you found yourself ringing up Roger Bart or Elvis Costello or Bjork or something... but for the most part? Customers, as the LJ group so eloquently says, SUCK.

HOWEVER. There are things you can do to make your own life easier. The most important of these things is to NOT take steps to make your customers hate you even more. Which brings me to my pet peeve of the day: cashiers who like their customers to magically disappear after completing a transaction.

I'm not talking about cashiers who work quickly. I'm talking about cashiers who shove your change into your hand with the coins in a pile on top of the bills, which makes the change fall on the counter (or the floor), and then call "NEXT!" while you're still scrambling to pick up your stray coins.

This has been a quiet annoyance of mine for a long time, so much so that I went out of my way to HOLD OFF customers on line at B&N if another customer was still finishing up. But as a customer myself, I've never really said anything. It's the kind of situation where, if you're the person leaving, you get embarrassed and hurry to leave, and if you're the next person on line, you put your stuff on the counter while trying to get in the way of the previous customer as little as possible.

But today, at Garden of Eden, I was the person leaving, and the cashier called NEXT while I was hunting down pennies that she'd dropped. The woman on line after me stepped up to the counter and pointedly did NOT put her things down. Instead, she stood a few feet away, waited for me to close my wallet and put it in my purse, and said to the cashier, "How about waiting for people to finish, huh? It takes five seconds, and you get time to breathe."

I didn't hear the cashier's reply, if there was one, because I was too busy trying to leave as quickly as possible... but I think that I shall henceforth follow the example of the woman behind me. Because oh my god, people. I know it's New York and everyone moves FAST FAST FAST, but breathe. Breathing is good.

I am confused, so confused, about SO MANY THINGS. Perhaps I will do a musicspam before I go to bed, and show you all the random, random stuff I've been listening to.

(Word of warning: I'm late to the "Poker Face" game, but OH MY GOD.)

The season finale was last night. And um. Yow. Serious fucking spoilers below this cut, people.

( Plus, unlike the last two season finales, I had no idea what was going to happen! )

I've given up on doing anything remotely productive this weekend. In fact, I went to the gym AND read part of a manuscript for work yesterday, and I cannot even put into words how proud I am of myself for doing those things. (Perhaps I will read more today so I can feel REALLY good! But there is no way in hell I am gymming today.)

I woke up late, for the second day in a row. This time it wasn't because of a hangover. (Shut up! It was a WORK-RELATED hangover! I can't exactly HELP the fact that Friday night happy hours tend to last till two in the morning!) This time it was because it is rainy and gross and dark outside, and when all of those things occur, my body feels that it is better off asleep. Can I really blame it? (No.)

I kind of wish I had something to Do today, so I can tire myself out enough that I feel like going to bed by midnight, which means I'd get eight hours of sleep before waking up in time for work. This, however, is unlikely. So far, my plans for today consist of the following:

- Doing my laundry. (This involves three trips downstairs and around the corner, literally. Four, if I do towels too.)
- Playing a shitload of Bejeweled. (Will I beat my record? WILL I? Probably not.)
- Surfing the interwebs aimlessly. (Ooh baby.)
- Watching the season finale of Dexter. (This is by far the most important thing on my important list.)
- Not taking a nap. (No matter how tempting it may be.)

We'll see if I can pull it all off! Rah rah me!