Stampin' It Up.

So, for those who don’t know. I live in Canada. To be specific, Western Canada. To be more redneck specific: I live in Alberta, Land of the Cowboys. And guess what time of year it is? 

Calgary Stampede time! 

It’s the one time of the year every city slicker can dress up like the rest of us rural town people. Oh man, the outfits I see. It’s kind of hilarious. At Stampede you can always tell who is actually from the small town country prairie and who is from the city. All the city people dress up like the Rodeo stars. Plaid shirts, tight wranglers with doodads and fringes hanging off, cowboy boots to match. Also, designer cowboy hats. The rest of us who grew up outside the city laugh to ourselves because no one outside the city dresses like that except the Rodeo stars.

So I went to Stampede the other night with my husband, my brother-in-law and his boyfriend. I wore a plaid shirt though because, ‘tis the season. Why not.

So, for those of you who have never heard of the Calgary Stampede allow me to tell you why I wait for this event every year. 

The food.

Welcome to the Fairway!

*drools*

Ever food you can imagine is here. Deep fried, wrapped in butter and baste, and then sprinkled with sugar. It is seriously heaven. 

I actually abstain from deep fried foods for most of the year to save myself for Stampede. Because it is so worth it, and so greasy. 

First up! We wandered the indoor convention center. Where you can find every infomercial and plenty of massage chairs. Also:

Blue candied apples. How have I never seen this before?!

But as much as we were wandering around, I was antsy. There is one thing that I crave so much for at the Stampede. Something that I usually only see served either at fairs, or in the States where if you can deep fry it it’s done. 

Deep fried dill-pickles.

Oh my word I love them so much! But there’s only one restaurant that I know that serves them, and they aren’t that good. So I had been waiting so long for this delicious deep fried mana from above. And let me tell you, I hunted those Fairway grounds until I found them.

After half and hour of searching and asking around though, no one seemed to know where they were. I was disheartened. Maybe my sweet food love wasn’t meant to be. 

Of course I’m stubborn though so I continued to drag my husband all over the place. Until finally!

A choir of angels sang.

Glory!

If you have never had one, drop what you are doing right now! Go and find some place, anywhere that sells them, and feast. 

Okay now I’m creeping myself out with how carried away I’m getting.

So.. uh.. anyway. After that, rides! Because after you eat, you always need to go make yourself nauseous.

I of course had to get on the ferris wheel. I love them! Granted I am afraid of heights and being at a high height in a precariously swinging steel box. Which usually would mean I would hate ferris wheels, but no I love them.

It also warrants to be mentioned that the Stampede brings a lot of creative ways to make food. Like say…

Deep frying an entire onion.

Which at first I was like, oh my word that is a lot. What is this I don’t even.

But it’s really good! It just giant onion rings that are no longer rings. Also the thousand island ranch dip was yummy. However, hubby kept loosing his onion in the dip. *sigh*

I must confess though, at this point, that I had never had a deep fried Mars Bar. I know that they are kind of old news, and everyone tries them. Husband and I had not though, so of course that was on the list!

And let me tell you, it was so sugary I nearly overloaded. But so very good. 

After riding the swings, and chasing each other on the bumper cars, and eating Bannock at the Native American village things wound down. A storm was coming in and it was getting late. We all worked tomorrow so we were about to leave. Like heading on out, until, of course le boyfriend-to-brother and I spotted something we couldn’t pass up. 

Giant hot dogs.

Every fair trip needs them! This stand had some crazy flavors though. Peanut butter and Captain Crunch on a hot dog. Wasabi mayo and dried seaweed on a hot dog. A lot of choices, but no, no, we didn’t need too much. We had eaten enough already. 

So of course that means Chicago Dog!

These things were huge, just, seriously. They were pilled high with everything a ballpark dog would have on it, and then some. Just…

Well, see how hard it was for us to eat them:

Le boyfriend(tb) seemed slightly horrified at depth of jaw commitment this hot dog took. 

However, Husband just went at ours like a freaking champ.

That dog didn’t stand a chance. 

Also.. I always giggle when he eats something so large, because his eyebrows also put in effort. Somehow raising them gives his food more room. I don’t know. It makes me laugh.

So we ate our hot dogs, contemplated staying for the fireworks. 

Except then it started to rain cats and dogs, and lightning everywhere so we figured we should get outta Dodge, so to speak.

It was a lovely night. Full of eating the weight of my car in calories, and fun rides with family. Hopefully I may go again this week before it ends, but we shall see.

Finally, what’s a Stampede post without a classic Calgary White Hat!

My brother-in-law poses like a mother truckin’ boss!

xoxo

Faith and Culture

I recently wrote a post of Tumblr that drew quite a crowd. Both people who were like-minded, and those who were spiteful. So I figured that it wasn't fair that it wasn't posted here. Also, I've been absent for a while and needed to fill the gap. Oops.

When I began attending University and minoring in Cultural Anthropology, I had a very sudden realization about my religion. This realization has persisted all the way into my marriage. The realization being: there is a difference between Mormon culture and LDS doctrine. 
As a teenager in high school I grew up more focused on the cultural aspect of Mormonism. There were activities with friends, a few hours in church and free food. Going through high school, I will admit, I was probably rather shallow in regards to my religion. I did, however, thankfully, have a father who was a World Religions teacher. Unafraid to ask large and intellectual questions, he was a good source to come to latter in life. 
As I hit college, the cultural aspect began to feel rather hollow. I began to 'pull my head out of the sand' so to speak, and ask many questions. What was stopping me from going out and drinking with friends? Why did I do certain things? Why did I pray a certain way? As I began to turn back to doctrine and re-educate myself I found that the influence of culture within a religion can certainly have negative drawbacks. Not to say it does not also have positive influences, but sometimes lines are blurred.
This issue persisted with me, but eventually became an item on the back burner. I thought of it as a personal thing to deal with slowly over time.
Then one day I wandered downstairs trying to find the workshop at the museum and met my future husband. 
For those who don't know, my husband is not LDS. As a matter of fact, when I met him he was a skeptic agnostic who thought Mormons were something to laugh about. Granted he is still a skeptic on many things in life, I jokingly attribute that to him being a History Major, but I love him for it. 
Later into our dating he expressed interest in coming to church with me, and so he began to attend regularly. His experience to culture shock though was something that proved to be an immediate stumbling block. It probably did not help that we began attending YSA (Young Single Adults), where the fresh Return Missionaries where looking for wives and the young girls were searching for a hot date. There is a reason we call it the "meat/meet" market. 
My husband at that time (and still does) began to point out to me many things that I realized where not part of my faith, but rather the culture. Lessons would be about education, how the gospel applies to our age, and other such doctrinal topics. Other topics though would include "Boys you need to start asking the girls on a date!" or "don't forget to bring a cute date for the dance!" or "we're doing a service activity, come for the food after!"
These little quips often ruffled my husband. He would look to me and ask "Why?" He would also ask:
"Why do you take sacrament with your right hand?"
"Why do you pray like that?"
"What's with the emphasis on 'hot dates'?"
"Why are RM's so important?"
"Why do you all talk about/go to Salt Lake, like it's a pilgrimage?"
"Why does it feel like everyone is trying to just dunk me in one of your baptismal fonts?" 
"What's with basketball and Mormons?"
These are but a few things that my husband was always asking. He still always asks actually, which is good. All of these things have nothing to do with some profound doctrine, they are all tradition. Something that seems to be easily confused. For example, nowhere in the King Fallot discourse was it stated that I get my own world. Most Mormons though seem to think that they will get to command their own cosmos. Instead all it stated was theosis, that we believe our Heavenly Father wants us to become as him. Certainly it is perhaps implied, but it's not doctrine. A few times though someone has mentioned it, and it has left my husband scratching his head. 
I never truly thought culture was a counter productive thing though until our wedding was announced in my small town. Then and there did I realize there was a difference between members who portrayed the culture and members who portrayed the faith. 
It was a rather staunch and bitter realization. As people, even certain friends, were shocked, judgmental and appalled that the religious teachers daughter was marrying *gasp* a non-Mormon. Which that phrase itself bristles me. 
Thus I saw the difference between those who, in lay man terms: talked the talk and walked the walk. 
I actually lost a friend over it who was appalled I would marry a guy who wasn't an RM or even a Mormon. To which I replied "Where does it say that I have to do that?" All she could say is, "We are told to, we're supposed to!" 
First point for counter productive culture. Teaching of a personal belief that eventually came to be believed as doctrine, when it is not. 
Though it was a relief that the people who mattered, loved my husband no matter. My family and good friends do adore him and wish him the best. That is where faith came in, loving one another and judging not. 
At one point my husband said to me (in regards to the friend who said I shouldn't marry him): If I had met her first, I would have never stepped foot in one of your churches. 
Luckily, my family and I made a good impression. However, those who follow the culture rather than the faith have an increasingly worrisome outward appearance that could result in quick judgement. 
That is what is increasingly worrying me. The people who portray our culture rather than our faith. Believe it or not, they don't go hand in hand. They need that crowbar separation. The people who portray our culture are the ones who get us quick judgments that we are all crazy, basketball playing, young marrying, child popping out Mormons. It's portrayal of our culture that gets things like Book of Mormon Musical on Broadway.
But it is those who portray the intellectual side of our faith that can remedy that. My husband and father talk often, with the many questions my husband has. Some I can't answer, though I am working on that, so he goes to his father-in-law. Who is happy to answer his skeptic questions. I personally think that this is something we need more of. Questions. We need to question what we are doing and why we do it. It can help us grow stronger in faith, and separate what is superfluous from what is important. 

When will it end?

You guys, the past week was one of those weeks you feel is only written on the pages of tear stained journals. Filled with unspeakable horrors and reprehensible events. The kind of week where bards will tell the stories to horrify the small children. Ladies shy away and only the bravest of gentleman can withstand!
Okay, it was a bad week.
So what am I doing for a blog post today?
Pic spamming the hell out of this blog with ridiculously awesome/adorable things! That's how we make things better!

Well I feel better.

xoxo

Doctor Who S05e02: The Beast Below

In the Beast Below we suddenly find ourselves in the 30th century, with crying children, booth box dolls trying to kill you and Starship U.K.

Going to be honest. Not sure if I really like this episode much.
Don't get me wrong, it isn't necessarily a terrible episode. It is a good one, I watched it a second time. There was just something off I felt. Maybe the plot felt a tad rushed, or maybe it was because I'm still new to this and the Doctor seemed a bit off. I'm not sure. Needless to say we're introduced to the first episode where we get to see the Doctor and Amy off on a adventure.
But first, a very nervous little boy clutching his book bag. The children seemed to be lined up in front of their teacher getting their grade for the day? NO! NEVERMIND! CREEPY PORCELAIN DOLL FACE MAN! Carnivals are ruined for me now...

*shudder*

Timmy is apparently told he has done a bad job and that is... awful? I don't understand, does he get like detention or something? No, he apparently he has to walk to London. Erm. What? But no, he takes the elevator and the floor opens up and EATS HIM OH MY FUDGE AND CRACKERS!! 

Although no matter how the rest of the episode went, the beginning of this episode had me watching in child-like awe. The beginning with Amy was beautifully done I thought. With Amy floating in Space just, looking. Admiring everything that you may have ever dreamed to see all around you. The things you never thought you would be able to touch, the sky and stars, are around you. This scene just filled me with such admiration, and little bit of longing. I also loved how the Doctor was just hanging onto her by her ankle as she floated there.

Also, Amy asks what she is breathing and the Doctor tells her he expanded the air shield. I love random fact tidbits! 

The Doctor tells Amy that this is the Starship U.K  in the 30th century. The earth burned up from solar flares so humanity took to the skies. Oh pleasant. Oh little girl crying. 

I love how the Doctor is like: "Now Amy, we mustn't interfere. We just have to watch." Amy of course is busy agreeing with that and comparing it to animal documentaries and HURRY UP POND! The Doctor is already busy meddling. 

Heh. ♥

At this point the Doctor makes an interesting statement that Amy needs to start practicing her sense of observation to see what is wrong. Of course, I'm with Amy going: Uhm.. what? I see that the U.K. is a spaceship now and that Earth burned up. That's a problem. Other than that is just looks a tad... slummy. 

No apparently there's a 'missing fish'. Doctor, why are you putting water glasses on the floor? It goes on the table. I don't know what they do back on your planet, and seriously what is going on!

Obviously something sinister and plot related because now ominous robed figures are watching the Doctor and calling other ominous people asking water glass related questions about the Doctor while they watch him. Excellent. 

The comment the Doctor makes about children crying is rather astute as well. Saying children cry aloud to get attention because something is wrong, they're hurt. They cry to themselves when they can't stop, and everyone else is noticing. Yet no one goes near this little girl, and now I am like: What ritualistic crazy things are going on here?! Because it's totally got to be some sacrificial thing! And Anthropology go away, I'm watching tv. 

Amy: Are you a parent?

Yeah Doctor, are you?! Because that would be cool, and a little mind melting. 

Also, yeah Amy. Stay away from the booths! They are *~not nice~* Now let us split up! Because that's always an ingenious plan. Sweet mother of pearl. 

So off Amy goes to follow this poor little girl, who clearly clever and notices what's going on. Catching Amy following her. Wait, no the Doctor is just a bad pickpocket. Somehow that is really funny to me. He can do so much else, but he can't seem pick a little girls pocket properly. 

Ooo. Ominous tent. Pick the lock Amy! Pick it! Yeaaaaaaah. Amy Pond isn't afraid of ominous things. She's too fierce. 

They don't speak of Below? You mean where TIMMY GOT EATEN?! Although seriously, what is down there? Why would you be totally okay to just sent children down elevator shafts into the Below? 

Maybe they use them as fuel.

OH MY GOSH THAT IS HORRIFYING! 

As Amy crawled into the tent I was worried the ground was going to give away and she would plunge into this dreaded 'Below', but no. Instead it's just a silly, old, SHARP, POINTY, TAIL... THING... FLAILING AROUND! LIKE I AM DOING! 

What in the everliving is going on, on this ship? Seriously people! Also, the booth guy does not look happy. Neither do the dudes in hoods who have now taken Amy. Awesome. This is why you don't split up guys. 

However, I suppose if Amy were tagging along then the Doctor couldn't do his super secret stuff. Which apparently involves running around in an engine room. I know it's an engine room, because every engine room (or room within the vicinity of an engine room) has steam pouring everywhere like it's a bloody rave party. Oh look, ominous woman with a velvety red cape. Velvet is totally stylish. No. 

Wait, she knows he's the Doctor. So she knows him? Owen says the Doctor gets around though, I suppose being a time traveler you would. Look though! There are no engines! It's all fake and hollow! That's why he used the glass of water, clever Doctor! It didn't ripple from vibrations, and OH MY WORD! THEY ARE USING CHILDREN AS FUEL OF SOME SORT! what is going on

Btw, no worries. You're friends is totes safe. Here's a tracker to find her. We just looked scary and knocked her out. No worries!

Your execution could have been better. Just sayin'. 

This part of the episode really just threw me off though. It felt a little confusing. As Amy is in a voting booth (with a creepy smiley guy there! eek!) and in front of her sits three buttons. Protest, Record and Forget. A presentation starts running, and you would think in the future they would have better tv's, she is told that if even 1% of the population chooses to remember; they will all suffer the consequences. 

Uhm. What did you guys do?

The presentation runs and all I could make out was a brain and a child. Amy immediately hits the Forget button and a Recording of herself starts playing, pleading with her to get the Doctor out of there. 

Seriously. What is going on? Is it something that they might feed the Doctor too? I have no idea. Whatever it is, Amy promptly hid's it from the Doctor. Turning off the Recording as he walks in. They soon learn everyone over 16 can vote, and everyone always chooses to Forget. Why though? If it is something so awful, wouldn't someone Protest at some point? Or would it threaten their whole existence? These are the questions I had. Apparently the Doctor had them too, but the voting booth won't let him watch because he isn't human. So of course he totally hits the Protest button, and this man is sheer brilliance. Except the floor is now kind of OPENING UP TO EAT YOU! I sense that was a bad life decision! 

Which, I am promptly proven right as the Doctor and Amy are shot down a tube into a trash compactor? Or something? Oh gross. I feel bad for Amy, who is still in a nighty! All covered in nastiness. As the Doctor helps her up though and looks around, they realize that they are not in the garbage.

They're in a freaking mouth.

We appear to have been nom nom'ed

The Doctor deduces that, allow seeing the stomach would be fabulous, the only way out is to make the creature sick. Oh how...lovely. Using the Sonic Screwdriver (which apparently does anything), the creature spews them out, and I love the fact that the Doctor yells Geronimo! Hah. 

Now out of the monsters mouth, the only way out of the chamber is to 'Forget'. This is some serious business if apparently the only option you really get is to 'Forget'. I'm pretty sure 0% of the population remembers, as they probably got eaten. Lovely. Just, lovely. 

The booth guys get a whole lot creepier as the Doctor insists he will not Forget and they climb out of their booths! Don't worry though, ominous lady to the rescue! And she shoots them down like a total bamf. 

It also turns out that she is Liz X. What?! Yup, she's Liz 10 or Elizabeth the 10th. 

Owen had a problem with this part. She didn't seem to have that aire of royalty. I mean in the manner of talking really. I just thought she was some cool chick who totally kicked trash. When she was like "I'm the bloody queen mate." It was, "That's cool" and "That's odd" at the same time. It was just mannerisms. Then again it's the 30th century, I dunno. 

Also, heh the Doctor and the 'Virgin Queen'. Oh Doctor. 

As they arrive at Liz X's, with water glasses everywhere to remind her. I thought that part was actually kind of nice, she cares and actively seeks out what is wrong. When the creepy hooded guys show up though to detain all of them, and then turn out to be smilers, I was like NO THANK YOU. Do not want heads that turn 180 degrees. 

From here on out I think is when the episode became weird to me. As they are taken to the lowest level, which is the Tower of London (lol) we discover what is actually going on and what Amy chose to forget. Those tentacle things are around there too, caged in. As well as A BRAIN. That they are shooting painful amounts of energy through! What have you people done? 

We are then told that, apparently, Britain had a lapse in preparation as the sun began to flare. As everyone else took the skies, they were still there. Their sun betraying them, their children crying and then "like a miracle" a starwhale comes. The last of it's kind.

And you build a ship around it, caging it, and now shoot lasers through its brain so you can fly off. 

Wow. Just. Wow.

At this point, I was basically going: WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?! No seriously. How could you do that? However horrified and slightly miffed I was, paled in comparisons to the Doctor as I actually see him mad for the first time. And excuse me but it is a little frightening. Liz X is also apparently 300 years old, just so you know, and every time she investigates she ends up there. Hits the Forget button and goes back in a loop. 

You also feed you people to this thing! Just.. ah.. ugh.. whyyyy

 Perhaps what threw me off about this episode was the Doctors anger. It seems like he's almost trying not to blow up in rage. Most of it though seems to get directed to Amy, as he's so furious with her that she would try to protect him from this and forget about it. He's angry she would try to make that choice for him. I get why he is so mad, the anger was just so sudden I suppose. So the Doctor is now faced with three options: release the starwhale which will kill all humans, let the starwhale continue in agony as they torture it, or basically make it a vegetable with a high blast. Allowing them to still sail, but the starwhale will be basically dead. 

Seriously depressing. 

It was also kind of ...awkward? As Amy keeps telling the Doctor she doesn't even remember hitting the Forget button. While the Doctor replies that she still did it anyway and he's taking her home, all she can reply with is that she's human and he totally ignores her. 

Thank heavens for Amy though, as she uses her observational skills to realize something. Then grabs Liz's hand and hits the Abdicated button like a total champ, releasing the starwhale. 

Oh guess what. It doesn't leave! It freaking wanted to help! 

Oh my gosh, you people are idiots for what you did. Seriously, hang heads in shame. 

With the starwhale in control, the pick up speed and yay!

Now, another thing about this episode. I get that a lot of people like this quote:

The Star Whale didn't come like a miracle all those years ago. It volunteered. You didn't have to trap it or torture it. That was all just you. It came because it couldn't stand to watch your children cry. What if you were really old and really kind and alone—your whole race dead, no future. What could you do then? If you were that old and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.

Amy talking, of course, about the starwhale and the Doctor. However, just something about that quote just doesn't sit with me. I think it's the repetition. I'm fussy with things like that I suppose. Though not in my own writing evidently.
So now Starship U.K. has a better pilot at the helm, and the adventure has resolved happily. As the Doctor tells Amy she could have killed everyone on board I love how Amy just simply states, "You could have kill a starwhale." Both were just as bad, and I love that she says that. Amy Pond you are lovely.
So off they are in the TARDIS. Amy apparently contemplating her case of cold feet, as she ran off with a madman the night before her wedding. I find that humorous. The Doctor shows up at the weirdest of times. Also, phones for you it's Winston Freaking Churchill! Because, you know, he's totally drinking buddies with the Doctor. omg awesome

As Amy and the Doctor are off, the Starship U.K. keeps sailing with it's starwhale pilot.

LED SPECIAL EFFECTS

With a crack in the hull!

Ahh! What is it!

Obviously a reoccurring story arch plot point. But still!

xoxo

Oh, and also. This:  

Tumblr

So a few months ago I discovered this wonderful little corner of the internet. It's a micro blogging community that makes sharing things (sometimes) easier. I am, of course, talking about Tumblr.
For the last few months, I haven't posted too often here. Actually, I never do. Lately though, Tumblr has been my soapbox. I post my larger rants/projects onto this blog, but the little nitpicks I post to my Tumblr. So if you ever become bored here, or think I do nothing: sidle on over to my Tumblr:

http://andiblac.tumblr.com/

Mostly I post for "teh lulz". However, sometimes I actually post something that makes sense. Lately my posts have been all Dr. Who related. (What? How can I not be totally smitten?)
There is a feed to my Tumblr also posted in the sidebar ------>
So poke on over if you get bored. Tumblr is easy to get lost in!

Now please enjoy this ridiculously cute Minecraft comic!

Disclaimer: As if I could draw this!
Naw, I got it off Tumblr.
Unfortunately there's no watermark or signature.
Oops. 

xoxo

Doctor Who S05e01: The Eleventh Hour

In the Eleventh Hour I finally actually watch an episode of Dr. Who and meet the Doctor for the first time, and so does Amelia Pond.

I would like to begin by saying: How have I not watched this show my entire life?!
I grew up watching geeky shows because I had a geeky father. I watched Star Trek and Enterprise, Stargate: SG1, Star Wars, Red Dwarf, and other such geek shows. Actually growing up my favorite show was Bill Nye, because that is just the child I was. So for me to have never seen an episode of Doctor Who, that seems a little weird. Mom and Dad how did I not watch this all the time?
So it's the beginning of Series 5, and a new Doctor, and I have a lot of things to learn apparently. All I knew about Doctor Who was that he was some time-traveler, who wore weird outfits, and flew around in a blue police box and that was about the extent of the weirdness right?
Oh how delightfully wrong I was.
We are instantly thrown into, what I am told by my husband, is the immediate events right after the end of Series 4. Doctor #10 has just kicked the bucket and regenerated.
Wait. Regenerated? What?
Quick answer from Owen tells me that the Doctor doesn't die, he regenerates into another form.
Uhm.. Okay. I can keep up with that.
So he's hurtling through the sky with a police box that's blowing up and ridiculously huge on the inside. But if there is one thing sci-fi shows ever taught me it is that nothing is ever what it seems, and nothing is ever impossible. 
Also, nearly getting nailed by Big Ben does not look like any regeneration could fix that, nice save.
So as the Doctor is flailing around in the sky over England we are then introduced to a very red headed little girl who is praying to Santa, and I love this show already. Seriously, she's ginger and has red welly's. What is there not to love?! Also, crack in the wall does not look normal! It whispers at night? How is this child not severely emotionally scared for the rest of ever? I had a hard enough time with the laundry pile becoming sinister shapes in the dark when I was a child.
Okay, that's enough. We're 5 minutes in and I'm already making no sense.
However, I knew I was going to love this show as a cautious, but curious Amelia Pond goes to see what has crashed into her front yard. Only to discover a blue police box, on it's side, has decimated her front yard practically.
Doors are thrown open, a grappling hook (??) is thrown out and Matt Smith, the 11th Doctor, clambers out of the police box a little worse for wear.
At this point Owen informed me "That's the TARDIS". I had many questions, first of which was "Why does it look like a police box?" "The perception filter malfunctioned and it's just stayed like that" Uhm. Love it.
I also love that the Doctor flails and responds with "Still cooking" when Amelia asks who he is.
At this point I had my doubts a little, I thought this would be an entirely silly show. Meaning, silly in a, "this is ridiculous and has no point." Or I thought perhaps they would go a bit over the top with sci-fi nerdism (I myself being a bit more fantasy).
But Doctor Who just patted my on the head and said "Oh silly you". As first thing Amelia and the Doctor do is try to figure out what the Doctor is craving. And the line "You're Scottish! Fry something!" may have been another point that won me over. Although the Doctor rejection bacon seemed a tad blasphemous, but nothing is perfect.

So the Doctor is sitting there eating Fish Fingers and Custard (which Owen is contemplating trying) and Amelia is eating ice cream out of the scoop (<3) when we start to lean towards the crack in her wall. The Doctor makes a good point saying that for a young girl to be unafraid of a strange man who crashed into her yard and is now eating at her table, this must be one scary crack.
Of which, YES. YES IT IS.
Also, "Two parts of space and time that should have never touched." What?
Now Doctor Who switches gears from pandering to Andi's silly and laughs side to the adventure, curiosity and What is going on?! side. Also, things become rapidly confusing. As Doctor Who picks up the pace with Prisoner Zero has escaped, and psychic paper (?), and "the corner of your eye", and GIANT EYEBALL, and...
What the bloody hell is a sonic screwdriver?
More importantly, how is Amelia Pond not scarred for life? I may be.
A flurry of things have just happened, and something is loose in Amelia's house. Now the engines are fluxing (?), and the Doctor has to jump the TARDIS (brb in 5 k?). So Amelia excitedly packs (I know I would!) and goes and waits for the Doctor to come back.
And suddenly it's morning.
Doctor, what have you done?
Omg, maybe Amelia got caught?!
Ask my husband, I started panicking at this point
What was in the house? Is Amelia okay? What if the Doctor is too late?! And see what happens when I get into a tv show? I become slightly fervent. Or maybe a lot.
At this point I'm wondering what could have happened as the Doctor races in and...wait.
Wasn't that shed destroyed?
Doctor.. how long have you been gone?
And SUDDEN CRICKET BAT TO THE FACE!
This show doesn't believe in breathers does it? I can tell that already.
Once the Doctor wakes up (handcuffed to a radiator) and starts demanding Amelia Pond, I can't say I was fooled. Because, seriously. The "cop" in front of you is a ginger! Like Amelia! Same house! Oh come on it's totally her. But no, no one tells you anything right away, and the "corner of your eye" bit comes back up. Which is an interesting concept. It seems like the corner of your eye is always the place where you think you saw something, but then quickly dismiss it. The corner of your eye seems to be where the most tricks are played, it also seems to be the scariest place as your mind can concoct the strangest things there. And THERE IS ANOTHER BEDROOM! What!?
Of course Office Amelia totally goes in, the Doctor yelling "Do I just have a face no one listens to?" Haha. Yes, yes you do.
Can I just say, creepy room? Ew slimy sonic screwdriver, that has jumped onto the table!? And I screech slightly and jump onto Owen and then laugh as poorly CGI'd bad guy....snake... underwater looking creature...thing comes down behind her.
Owen asked a relevant question at this point: Where is it hanging from? My answer, the puppet strings of Steven Moffat.
At this point, I wasn't really feeling the tension. With the whole, back up, no back up, I'm totally lying! Believe me! bit. Then the snake guy who is now a guy with a dog totally bares NOT HUMANOID TEETH and I'm like RUN! Which they read my mind and do. Except, what? No you can't run into the TARDIS? I did not understand that bit, something wasn't finished? How did you bring the wrong key? How many keys does the Doctor have? Owen says many, whatever. So of course RUN AWAY. But oh wait! The shed! Liar it hasn't been here for 6 months! More like 12 years! And Amelia yells back "You said 5 minutes". And my heart kind of breaks. You can already tell Amelia Pond is the girl who is used to people leaving her, but she really does wait. And as she runs off with the Doctor in tow, I wouldn't blame her if she smacked him upside the head.
And yes you are being staked out by an ice cream van Amy.
At this point we're suddenly hoping fences and going into someone's house, and they know Amy because it's Small Town UK. However, at this point the Doctor makes and interesting comment as he seems surprised that she's suddenly Amy and not Amelia. Amelia being the little girl with the name out of a fairy tale, and Amy replies "I grew up" and I am having instant flash backs to how I feel about that term a few days ago! But the Doctor can fix that! No worry! Can he fix mine too? Maybe?
And there's the eyeball on the tv, speaking in a whole lot of languages. Alien invasion anybody?
Also, asking why a duck pond is still a duck pond with no ducks in it really is not relevant right now! Come on Doctor! (Owen claims everything is relevant in Dr. Who.)
Amy, locking the Doctors tie in a car door with 20 minutes to incineration is also not a good idea at the moment. What are you people doing? Frustrating me, that's what. Although, the Doctor and Amy have a well needed chat and I guess that's okay because hey it's only 20 minutes.

In all honesty though, at this point I really did get why Amy was so mad. He said he would be back in 5 minutes, and like everyone else the Doctor didn't follow through. It's the point of why should she believe him and trust him when he already let her down? I was even kind of miffed at him, until he pulled out the apple she gave him and I was like. Well.. maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe the TARDIS just malfunctioned on the jump and I am ALREADY making excuses for him! Amy decides to give him 20 minutes to prove what he says, and hurry up! Time's a wastin'! Look they put a shield up around your planet, everyone in sci fi knows that equals baaaaad.
The Doctor always being so observant notices the nurse taking pictures of a guy with a dog and it's creeper bad guy! As well, meet Rory; Amy's boyfriend, but not. I sense commitment issues. Also, coma patients at the hospital make for great disguises.
However, splitting up isn't always the best idea. Come on guys. But the Doctor has things to do; and off Amy and Rory toddle to the hospital to do.. something. First though, the Doctor needs a laptop for his excellent plan which results in a little embarrassment:

Yeah Jeff. Geez.
The Doctor has now hacked into all the big dog's chat room's because the Doctor is better than you. He also proves he's awesome by proving all your theory's wrong and proving you can travel through time with this equation and while you're at it Doctor why don't you just divide by zero. Everyone's all ears now as it's his plan and nope. Hand over to Jeff, you get to persuade them. Why? Because it's your bedroom, have fun!
Seriously? Kind of awesome.
Meanwhile back at the ranch hospital, something awful has happened because Prisoner Zero snuck through the air vents (that always happens) and someone got eaten. Oh annoying other, non time-traveling doctor who wouldn't listen to Rory. She suffered from NPC syndrome apparently, although I don't know what to call that in tv.
Heh. They use Amy's police kissogram uniform to get in.
Mother and two small children need help! Except Prisoner Zero got the mouths switched up again and bloody run!
At this point I realized, wait, what has Prisoner Zero done? Did he like kill a whole bunch of people, or is this just because he's so darn scary looking and oh why not. Is he actually going to eat you? Maybe hugs are illegal on his planet, maybe he just wants a hug!
Getting carried away. Stopping.
So Amy and Rory have successfully locked themselves into a dead end, and Prisoner Zero is getting in! We're running out of time! Where's the Doctor?!
Driving a fire truck. With the sirens on. This man is a child. Love forever.
Also, duck.
Doctor's in the house! Okay what did you do? Can you actually get the aliens here this time? You're down one sonic screwdriver because you blew up the last one, and I am starting to doubt how they are going to pull this off.
To which Doctor Who replies: Allow me to introduce you to my brilliance.
With only a few minutes left we find out that everyone, everywhere is displaying the number 0 to get the attention of the aliens, all being commanded by a rugged looking Jeff from his bedroom command center. So what is so important about displaying 0's everywhere? How do you pinpoint that? Doctor Who is this going to be cheesy I ask. No! Doctor Who replies and smacks me. As the Doctor pulls out Rory's phone and reveals that it is the source of the virus! With all the pictures of Prisoner Zero's disguises, which are quickly emailed to the aliens (okay that was kind of cheesy). But! But! The aliens figure out where they are and BAM! Prisoner Zero is so busted!

You da man!

*blank stares*
"I'm never saying that again."
Yeah. Probably shouldn't. That's like when my Dad says 'stellar'. No.
Filled with sudden elation at the Doctor's victory I find myself getting incredibly excited, though some what asking "That's all?" Oh no, Doctor Who is not done yet as Amy promptly passes out and Prisoner Zero takes the form of a young Amelia Pond and the Doctor she waited for.
Prisoner Zero, I get the feeling you probably should not taunt the Doctor. It seems like a bad life decision.
Once again, being the doubter I am, how are you going to get out of this? Oh easy, Amy can still hear me and she saw Prisoner Zero so I'll just get her to imagine what Prisoner Zero looked like which will make him turn back into his form and, oh posh, how could you not think I was going to do that!
I...I don't know. I just. Okay you do your thing.
Also: The Universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall.
What?
So Prisoner Zero is captured! The aliens are leaving! Amy is okay! It's all good right?
Wrong.
I'm with Rory as the Doctor calls the aliens and tells them to come back, as Rory and I both go "What are you doing?!"
But no, the Doctor has finished yet. He isn't happy with them trying to blow up a planet. It's time to tell those aliens what's what! It's time for a show.

This is utterly relevant

First! Raid the hospital for suitable attire! Because he can't be raggedy for this.
I seriously love how the Doctor is like: Ooo! Clothes! *strips everything*. Rory turning around in disbelief as Amy keeps watching because, hey vindication. Or...something.
So to the top of the roof, as the music grows and I'm like "What's going to happen?!", and the 11th Doctor walks out to meet the eyeball Atraxi.

The ships look like snowflakes. That's all I can think. 

Prepare yourself for epicness as the Doctor basically tells the Atraxi to never, ever come back.
Basically, run. He's the Doctor.
This small, but well done speech, here is basically what made the episode for me. As Matt Smith does a fabulous job in his new bowtie and suspenders. He somehow conveys his complete nonchalant attitude towards the threat this aliens just posed; as well as his calm, but firm, threat. That's really the only word I can think to call it. He basically tells them, mess with earth and you have to deal with me. So run. At this point, I instantly loved the Doctor. His silliness, jovial manner, but caught in a snitch and he's serious business. You don't mess with this guy, he'll outwit you. I keep saying I love it, but seriously I do. As the Atraxi take off because, whoah no we are not dealing with this!

Run away!

So the Atraxi are off with just Amy, Rory and the Doctor on the roof.
And a new key! Yay!
Off the Doctor runs (brb) to see his new TARDIS as he tells Amy he'll be back soon!
Wait... we've heard this before.
Oh look it's nighttime. Really Doctor?
Nevermind! Two years! Amy is mad!
So am I. Seriously man?
Though we find ourselves back at the "I grew up" point. I feel like really Amy is saying she had to learn to become wary, and a little distant from people. She grew up with just her Aunt, and no one believing her about her raggedy Doctor. Bless the Doctor though as he simply snaps his fingers, opening the TARDIS door and replying "I'll fix that"
Thus Amy enters a new TARDIS, that's bigger on the inside! With the promise of adventure with a madman with a blue box. Truly, who could resist? I can't!
So off they go, Amy and her Doctor. To new adventures! I am so excited for where this going! I do love the Doctor with his crazy antics, he truly is a madman. As well as Amy with her "I am totally fierce".
It's completely a fairy tale that sucks you in, and I am enthralled and..
What? Wedding dress?
Amy! What is going on?!

*sigh* Up next, The Beast Below. That sounds.. pleasant.

Lastly:

Yes, yes they are. 

ETA: Owen pointed out that there is a crack on the scanner in the TARDIS. Like the one of Amy's wall. Uhm. What is going on?

PSA: Doctor Who

Hello Blogospherians. I am currently attempting to, once again, reorganize my blog. So if you see some things start to shift around, do not panic. However, mostly in the effort of organizing I'm actually just trying to give my blog a reason for existing. Besides, you know, being my ranting board. No, I'm going to actually set up a schedule because I need some form of discipline and organization  even if it can't be my living room right now.
So! I really don't have a plan yet, I never really ever do. Although, I am going to be starting "projects" with the hubster. Also, reviewing. I never finished DAII, that's definitely on the list (I just need to convince my brain it won't rot playing it and I will finish it a 2nd time). Also, Doctor Who. I have become a fan girl. I decided besides games I'm going to go through tv series as I watch them because, really, oh why not.
So things are going  to be more chaotic than usual in the coming while, but hopefully it will give way to an actual semblance of order and a purpose.
Things can't get better if I don't horribly mess them up first, or at least rearrange crazily!