Fay Fay Fay
It’s raining. A lot.
So watching Doctor Who before bed tends to cause some pretty hilarious dreams. The night before last, I had an elaborate Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover dream. Unfortunately, I don’t remember anything but Dumbledore and The Doctor flying through the air trying to catch the TARDIS. Though to be fair, that visual is pretty entertaining. Last night I don’t really know what I was dreaming about but (I’m sure it was better than this?) all of a sudden, there was David Tennant in his pinstripes and his trainers and his brainy specs. There was this blinding light pouring in the windows and he affixed a cell phone to the window, put his hands in his pockets, and said, “We’ll just let that absorb the radiation for a bit!” And then he went skipping down the steps all Doctor-like. LOVE.
Last night when I got home from work, I called the 5-0. My car has been keyed a couple of times and the apartment complex likes to keep track of these things, so I made an official report. The cop was very nice and very hot and told me everything I already knew: there’s probably nothing they can do and my deductible probably won’t cover the repairs. Well fine. But I feel less like throttling the children in my complex, so I guess that’s a plus.
If you have children, please teach them the value of personal property.
OH. OH. OH.
I was going to use that space up there to talk about David Thewlis but then I realized a) I have nothing to say and b) …IDK.
HAVE YOU SEEN GARY OLDMAN PLAYING FOOTIE YET? Have I posted that? I can’t remember.
Here’s the actual promo spot:
And some outtakes:
I just found something Thewlisy to share with you. The trailer to Cheeky, the movie he wrote. I want to see it very badly but it’s hard to find. IT LOOKS FUNNY AND SAD. MY FAVORITE COMBINATION.