Posted by TellyGeek on September 25, 2013
So it’s finally official. Matt Smith is leaving Doctor Who and his last official episode will be the Christmas 2013 one.
For those of you who don’t know what type of Whovian I am, I would like to think I am old school. Like refusing to call this series 7 rather than 34.
A couple other things I have always stood by is that the actor who plays the Doctor must be from the UK (to me that means: English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh) and must be a bloke. I know many who are calling for an older Doctor, a black Doctor and that’s always been all fine and dandy to me, as long as he’s a HE. I think however, something has happened that has changed me on some of this…. I’ll get to that in a moment though.
I have an idea in my mind of how I would like to see the next, the 12th Doctor. It’s odd since he’s young still, maybe even more so than Matt in the looks department. But again this is more about the style/look than any actual actor.
So without further adieu, my nomination for (Male!) Doctor Who #12
Jamie Campbell-Bower just seems to have the mad Einstein look going on in one picture, the history thing in another and as you can see he can open his mouth as wide (if not wider) in wild excitement as Matt Smith! *grin* – I like his look/style very much. I can see him now….Wut? STILL not ginger.. and Blonde! Good lord!
Although I never imagined I would say this…. IF (mind you I said *IF*) there was to be a Female Doctor…… I find I may quite enjoy this brilliantly talented woman in the role::
I have begun to really adore Jaime Murray, especially her portrayal of HG Wells in Warehouse 13! I think this could be rather amusing especially if she found after her regeneration that she couldn’t remember a bloody thing at all, name, species, companion, why she’s got such an awfully coloured bow-tie on???? Who wears an eggplant bow tie and matching trench coat in this day and age anyway???
Might be amusing! Do you have a candidate in mind?
Posted by TellyGeek on June 4, 2013
Most folks don’t know this but one of my biggest pet peeves is reading posts/articles etc. where Americans attribute “unknown actor” status to established UK or Canadian actors merely because they’ve not been seen on American Television.
Let’s take Game of Thrones for instance:
I have heard the following actors called “new” or “unknown” when most of them have massive amounts of on-screen (not even mentioning theatre credit) experience ‘under their belt’, so to speak.
Joe Dempsie (Gendry) & Hannah Murray (Gilly) are both of the first cast of Skins UK fame which won them an *NTA.
Thomas Brodie-Sangster (Jojen Reed) is not only the voice of Ferb (from Phineas and Ferb) but also spoke one of the more quotable lines from Doctor Who when he starred as young Tim Latimer in both episodes “Family of Blood” and “Human Nature“.
Iain Glen (Ser Jorah Mormont) starred alongside Matt Smith and Alex Kingston in Doctor Who as Father Octavian (River Song’s jailer) as well as in UK series such as MI-5 and Downton Abbey.
Aidan Gillen (Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish) is famous for being in the original Queer as Folk UK TV series as well as the acclaimed mini series “Love/Hate” which was a poignant story about Dublin’s criminal underworld.
I’m sure there are tons of other examples (i.e. Carey Mulligan, Jamie Murray) with other TV shows and movies but this was the one that started the rant so there you have it, my two pence! Your KM may vary!
“He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe and… he’s wonderful.” - Tim Latimer’s description of The Doctor
*National Television Awards
Posted by TellyGeek on April 25, 2013
Posted by TellyGeek on April 10, 2013
One of my favourite poets is Michael Hartnett. I admire more than just his poetry though. He was a man of and for Ireland. He loved his country and he made a pledge to ONLY communicate in Irish and during that time all his works were published in his mother tongue. I’m going to start with my all time favourite of his.
I kissed my father as he lay in bed
in the ward. Nurses walked on soles of sleep
and old men argued with themselves all day.
The seven decades locked inside his head
congealed into a timeless leaking heap,
the painter lost his sense of all but grey.
That actor kiss fell down a shaft too deep
to send back echoes that I would have prized—
‘29 was’ 41 was ‘84,
all one in his kaleidoscopic eyes
(he willed to me his bitterness and thirst,
his cold ability to close a door).
Later, over a drink, I realised
that was our last kiss and, alas, our first.
Photo of Michael Hartnett – Poet
Two things to know before reading this next poem. 1. Michael lived with his grandmother during his childhood. 2. When Michael related the story of the Wrens landing around his neck/upper chest area, his grandmother replied, “Oh you’ll be a point then. He was 6 or 7 at that time and wrote his first poem 8 years later, the rest being history.
When I was very young
I found a nest
Its chirping young
were fully fledged.
They rose and re-alighted
around my neck,
Made in the wet meadow
a feather necklet.
To them I was not human
but a stone or tree:
I felt a sharp wonder
they could not feel.
That was when the craft came
which demands respect.
Their talons left on me
scars not healed yet.
This next poem Michael wrote for his daughter, Lara when she was but 10 years old.
An ash-tree on fire
the hair of your head
with your sweet voice
in the green grass,
a crowd of daisies
playing with you
a crowd of rabbits
dancing with you
with its gold bill
is a jewel for you
with its sweetness
is your music.
You are perfume,
you are honey, a wild strawberry:
even the bees think you
a flower in the field.
Little queen of the land of books,
may you always be thus
may you ever be free
Here’s my blessing for you, girl,
and it is no petty grace –
may you have the beauty of your mother’s soul
and the beauty of her face.
The following poem was written about his love for his grandmother:
Ignorant, in the sense
she ate monotonous food
and thought the world was flat,
and pagan, in the sense
she knew the things that moved
all night were neither dogs or cats
but hobgoblin and darkfaced men
she nevertheless had fierce pride.
But sentenced in the end
to eat thin diminishing porridge
in a stone-cold kitchen
she clenched her brittle hands
around a world
she could not understand.
I loved her from the day she died.
She was a summer dance at the crossroads.
She was a cardgame where a nose was broken.
She was a song that nobody sings.
She was a house ransacked by soldiers.
She was a language seldom spoken.
She was a child’s purse, full of useless things.
There you have it! Four great poems from a true son of Ireland!
Posted by TellyGeek on March 17, 2013
Posted by TellyGeek on February 7, 2013
It was odd how lost I was in this assignment. So much is done in the name of Love yet it’s no where in the vicinity of Love.
So I took photos of tweets from one much younger and less jaded than I…..
That just about sums it up.
Love is Love is God is gender-less is blind is faithful is kind, and on and on… Basically love=good
That, Evan! What a great kid! Her momma must be proud!
Posted by TellyGeek on February 1, 2013
I love the website called DeviantArt especially when they have challenges like we over here have our Weekly Photo Challenges. I love photography and Photo Manipulation as well. Recently DA gave people an opportunity to make something called a ‘influence map’. I chose to do a Media Influence Map. (rather than say a life influence where I would most likely list religious figures, family members, etc..)
Posted by TellyGeek on January 18, 2013
Posted by TellyGeek on January 15, 2013
Speaking of something else entirely. I had a cat named David. He and I were very close. I swear he could read my mind sometimes. He was like my own child. my boy for 17 years. I still joke about how he was my longest ever relationship which usually draws looks from those who don’t know me and laughs from those that do.
We started out living in Houston, TX (since at that time I believed I would never leave my hometown) then we moved to Laurel, Maryland because I’d got an IT job in Bethesda. The oddest thing about Maryland was what they chose to name their hardware store. Not something easy like Home Depot, or Lowes, but Heckinger’s. I had a girlfriend and we did a lot of gardening and landscaping our yard so we went there often.. The trips to Heckinger’s were some of the silliest outings me and my girlfriend went on because just about every time we would go there we would see these tiny mice running all around the place which was OK because it gave us a story to tell David when we got home. So it became a ‘family’ joke where we would tell David after we’d come back home from errands:
“Oh no, David!! We forgot to pick you up some Mousey Ice Cream at Heckinger’s!!”
So David lived from 1984 – 2001 and he was happy and well-loved. I like to think he’s in Cat Heaven serving up triple dip mousey ice cream to all his mates. “)
Posted by TellyGeek on January 10, 2013