The Artful Lodger, Part I: The Beginning.
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captainsblogNow with added Part II: Electromagnetic Space-Time Continuum Boogaloo!
Dammit, Doctor, I TOLD you to take the keys and set the parking brake.
It's.... a young Eleven, no, a young Rory, no, that dental school student dude from church, oh shite I give up at this.
NODONTGOUPTHEREITS....
40 quid a month for THAT? Where do I sign up?
Van Gogh exhibition flyer....
Now you knew who was gonna be on the other side of that door, right?
What's that in his ear? And I thought blue tie meant the wayback machine went way back.
"Take me to my room." And all the Eleven/Rory lot go, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The special favourite of the Archbishop of Canterbury? That's more gay than a picture of him knitting a pink scarf inside the Stonewall Tavern while swanning about!
What, no fish sticks and custard thrown in?
AMYYYYYYY! Stop this crazy thing!
"Oh, that was incredible," while licking hand.
Wink wink nudge nudge, dontcha know dontcha know....
Oh, I know that poster: "BEER! Helping ugly people have sex since 1862! 1753!" Sorry, not used to doing it in the right order.
I love it when you talk dirty to the TARDIS....
"Big. Scary big." Either he's been listening to Sabres broadcasts or watching Harry Reems movies.
Eleven little Doctors jumping on the bed....
I'm never going to make it through the remaining 30 minutes before we have to leave for the concert. Stopping now.
In other news despite the pen-penultimate Who episode spoilers: I got good news and bad news today. The good news was very very good, and the bad news wasn't really so bad. No, I can't say much more about either of those.
Later.
----
Later.
I wasn't going to continue liveblogging this, but it's too funny.
Who keeps editing out my lj-cut....lj-cut....lj-cut? (Sorry.)
His jersey number is 11. Cute.
How could they have known this would air seconds before the first British game in the World Cup?
Congratulations, Doctor. You just matched the scoring power of your entire national team:)
Correction: Exceeded.
I think Craig's nipples are hard.
Oh sure- EVERYBODY goes up the stairs to help Talking Tina when there's all sorts of Mad Scientist Lab-oratory Lights and buzzy noises behind her.
I don't think the Beer Hunter game is supposed to work like that.
Is that a traffic cone in your hands or are you just happy to see me?
Subtlety is lost on this dude, Craig.
She's shivering with antici-SAY IT!
Nah, let's stay in and bind you up in electrical wire.
Reverse psychology doesn't work on most humans, Doctor.
-PATION!
What's keeping me here? Why, I've got two sets of keys to a house I DON'T LIVE IN.
I TOLD you not to touch that.
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
Oops.
Sticking the spout of an Upchuck-and-Die teapot right into his kisser. Phallic much?
As of last time, only the population of Wales had met the Doctor, knew him by name, and seen or at least heard about this goofy phone box. Now we add in the Channels, Guernsey and the Isle of Wight. And if I were in Scotland, I'd be nervous right about now;)
The refrigerator magnet letters spell Craig Rocks. Or possibly Craig O Rocks.
Spoiler alert! The Doctor's last name is Doolittle!
Uh oh. Craig's jealous that he's petting pussy.
OH! You're....you're.... that guy on that goofy show on BBC1 all those blokes in America are downloading without paying a licence fee! And you headbutted me! Do it again!
That's the first time the same lure appeared at the top of the stairs- it's Talking Tina again! (It's a Twilight Zone reference; look it up.)
"Never doing that ever again." I bet you say that to all the boys.
And M.C. Escher has entered the story at 33:51.
"It's bigger than it looks from the outside."
Oh for fuck sake. The emergency holographic program. And what do we call HIM, boys and girls?
Have him calculate, to the final decimal place, the value of π. That usually works with this lot.
OK, I'm lost in metaphysics. But he finally blurted it out and she called him an idiot. And joined hands with him.
Kiss the girl! And no pop tune this time!
You've done it! You landed the TARDIS and saved the planet! So that second floor should be disappearing any....
time....
NOW.
Ah, all the loose ends nicely tied up.
HEY! 39:07. Is that TOS Kirk, Spock and McCoy on the bulletin board?
Oh not YOU again. And oh no you're not getting bigger when she finds....
I DO NOT WANT TO SEE NEXT TIME. Not till next time.
Can't he head-butt HER and have it all come back?
Eep. Which rhymes with "sleep," which I have to go to now.
Dammit, Doctor, I TOLD you to take the keys and set the parking brake.
It's.... a young Eleven, no, a young Rory, no, that dental school student dude from church, oh shite I give up at this.
NODONTGOUPTHEREITS....
40 quid a month for THAT? Where do I sign up?
Van Gogh exhibition flyer....
Now you knew who was gonna be on the other side of that door, right?
What's that in his ear? And I thought blue tie meant the wayback machine went way back.
"Take me to my room." And all the Eleven/Rory lot go, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The special favourite of the Archbishop of Canterbury? That's more gay than a picture of him knitting a pink scarf inside the Stonewall Tavern while swanning about!
What, no fish sticks and custard thrown in?
AMYYYYYYY! Stop this crazy thing!
"Oh, that was incredible," while licking hand.
Wink wink nudge nudge, dontcha know dontcha know....
Oh, I know that poster: "BEER! Helping ugly people have sex since 1862! 1753!" Sorry, not used to doing it in the right order.
I love it when you talk dirty to the TARDIS....
"Big. Scary big." Either he's been listening to Sabres broadcasts or watching Harry Reems movies.
Eleven little Doctors jumping on the bed....
I'm never going to make it through the remaining 30 minutes before we have to leave for the concert. Stopping now.
In other news despite the pen-penultimate Who episode spoilers: I got good news and bad news today. The good news was very very good, and the bad news wasn't really so bad. No, I can't say much more about either of those.
Later.
----
Later.
I wasn't going to continue liveblogging this, but it's too funny.
Who keeps editing out my lj-cut....lj-cut....lj-cut? (Sorry.)
His jersey number is 11. Cute.
How could they have known this would air seconds before the first British game in the World Cup?
Congratulations, Doctor. You just matched the scoring power of your entire national team:)
Correction: Exceeded.
I think Craig's nipples are hard.
Oh sure- EVERYBODY goes up the stairs to help Talking Tina when there's all sorts of Mad Scientist Lab-oratory Lights and buzzy noises behind her.
I don't think the Beer Hunter game is supposed to work like that.
Is that a traffic cone in your hands or are you just happy to see me?
Subtlety is lost on this dude, Craig.
She's shivering with antici-SAY IT!
Nah, let's stay in and bind you up in electrical wire.
Reverse psychology doesn't work on most humans, Doctor.
-PATION!
What's keeping me here? Why, I've got two sets of keys to a house I DON'T LIVE IN.
I TOLD you not to touch that.
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
^ That line, typed ten second before the Doctor actually SAID
Oops.
Sticking the spout of an Upchuck-and-Die teapot right into his kisser. Phallic much?
As of last time, only the population of Wales had met the Doctor, knew him by name, and seen or at least heard about this goofy phone box. Now we add in the Channels, Guernsey and the Isle of Wight. And if I were in Scotland, I'd be nervous right about now;)
The refrigerator magnet letters spell Craig Rocks. Or possibly Craig O Rocks.
Spoiler alert! The Doctor's last name is Doolittle!
Uh oh. Craig's jealous that he's petting pussy.
OH! You're....you're.... that guy on that goofy show on BBC1 all those blokes in America are downloading without paying a licence fee! And you headbutted me! Do it again!
That's the first time the same lure appeared at the top of the stairs- it's Talking Tina again! (It's a Twilight Zone reference; look it up.)
"Never doing that ever again." I bet you say that to all the boys.
And M.C. Escher has entered the story at 33:51.
"It's bigger than it looks from the outside."
Oh for fuck sake. The emergency holographic program. And what do we call HIM, boys and girls?
Have him calculate, to the final decimal place, the value of π. That usually works with this lot.
OK, I'm lost in metaphysics. But he finally blurted it out and she called him an idiot. And joined hands with him.
Kiss the girl! And no pop tune this time!
You've done it! You landed the TARDIS and saved the planet! So that second floor should be disappearing any....
time....
NOW.
Ah, all the loose ends nicely tied up.
HEY! 39:07. Is that TOS Kirk, Spock and McCoy on the bulletin board?
Oh not YOU again. And oh no you're not getting bigger when she finds....
I DO NOT WANT TO SEE NEXT TIME. Not till next time.
Can't he head-butt HER and have it all come back?
Eep. Which rhymes with "sleep," which I have to go to now.