Saturday, 16 February 2008
04:25:37 PM (GMT)
I hate half terms. They are always boring, and then when they are gone everyone
complains. It's not like they did anything good in them anyway. Of course, going back
to school is better than staying in, bored at home. Then, if I'd been to school, I'd
have something to put here. Because I don't have anything to put here, I shall
waffle! Yay waffles.
And I shall talk about Torchwood. At some point.
Meanwhile, I have developed an immense hate of chocolate cake. That sounds odd, but I
My Grandma isn't very good at Soul Calibur. Or Dead or Alive. Or Midtown Madness. Yay
pointless destruction and death. I'm not even going to get started on Buffy.
Anyway, Torchwood. Is about the only thing I can talk about without waffling. If you
didn't watch the second episode on BBC3 on Wednesday, look away. This will be a
Spoiler Full diary.
Poor Tosh. They horribly abused her in both episodes. My dad thinks she is, and I
quote, 'bad luck. They should put her in solitary confinement to avoid DEATH.'
The first episode, she thought she was in love with Adam, and then the team need to
And then, in the second episode, Tosh finally got Owen to agree to go out on a date
(On his terms, fair enough.) and then DEATH. DEATH brought to Owen. I don't like Owen
(I'm a Tosh/Jack shipper, which, although rare, does exist.) but Tosh (inexplicably)
does, and I like Tosh. Poor, poor girl.
I enjoy ranting about how much the Torchwood writers abuse Tosh. It's one of my
favourite pastimes. My father enjoys ranting on Russel T Davies' gay references.
Reset : Jack wanted Martha to get a red beret from UNIT to dress Ianto up in.
Adam : The gay kiss between Adam and Ianto.
The parents are arguing about the amount of sex in sci-fi programs.
Mother : He was always looking longingly at Leela!
Father : He spent more time trying to persuade her not to kill stuff!
I'm not a Doctor Who shipper. Especially not Rose/Doctor. Ace and the doctor are cute
as friends, although if it was ACE and ten I'd reconsider. Going off to ponder that
thought now. Bye!
Blood and Lufflez.
Last edited: 16 February 2008