Amy Pond

Benedict Cumberbatch Likes My Handbag

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I know it’s been quiet around here, and I apologize. But so much has been happening I haven’t had any time to blog.

Since my last post, I signed with Adams Literary, worked through novel revisions and sent them to my agent, Quinlan Lee. Did a whole bunch of other family life events. Then I hopped on a plane and went to the Emmy Awards in Los Angeles.

Okay, I didn’t attend the actual ceremony, but I won two tickets to the red carpet fiasco before the show.

Long-story short, my hubby had zero interest in the Emmys, so I invited my friend Trish to go with me. She and I have a long history of doing crazy trips like this, dashing off to concerts and whatnot. We met up with some other friends who were also in LA for the Emmys.

Over the course of the weekend, we met Karen Gillan (aka Amelia Pond from Doctor Who). She is lovely. And tall.

Amy, Karen, Trish

Last night I caught up on Saturday’s episode of Doctor Who, and it was a little strange to see Amy Pond on the screen having talked to her on a rooftop in LA.

We also talked with Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife, who were sitting next to us. The opportunity never presented itself to take a photo, however, and they were being so kind just chatting with us it would have been awkward, anyway.

Later that same afternoon, we also met Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman (aka Sherlock and John Watson).

Martin, Amy, Cindy, Benedict, Trish, Diane, Nancy

Benedict said he likes my handbag.

Trish and I had a fun exchange with Benedict on the red carpet. We held up a sign that read “No more parades” (to show our support for his work in Parade’s End). He read it, smiled and said thank you to us. When he’d made it a little further down the red carpet he smiled at us again, pointed to the crowd and mouthed, “Isn’t this crazy?”

It was crazy.

We also saw George R.R. Martin (!!!), Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss on the red carpet, as well as loads of other celebrities.

Tweeting from the red carpet

Trish and I ended up in the background of the ABC and E! red carpet interviews. If you see any of those interviews, we’re on the top row of the bleachers. Trish is in the dark hat, and I’m in the colorful shirt next to her.

Now I’m back home and back to my unglamorous, wonderful life. There are no red carpets here, and that’s just fine. It’s always a blast to have a weekend like that once in a while, but there’s nothing better than coming home to the family I love, who doesn’t mind these crazy things I do.


Number Eleven

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What’s on my mind today? Number Eleven.

We’re several episodes into the new season of Doctor Who. I’ve held off posting about it until I’d watched enough to form some solid opinions.

Overall, my reaction is favorable.

What I like:

  • I like that each episode feels like a story (Huzzah, Steven Moffat!), rather than just another alien hell-bent on badness and needing to be stopped.
  • I like the ongoing mystery of the crack in the wall, the crack in time, whatever it is. Again, good storytelling.
  • I like Amy Pond (and not just because she has a great name). I like that she mixes things up, gets in the Doctor’s face and in his way. I like that she sometimes has the answers. (I just hope she doesn’t always have the answers.)

What I don’t like:

  • The changes to the theme song. Bleayah.
  • The bits and baubles of the TARDIS. Is it made from a pinball machine? I don’t get it. It feels comical, which for me robs it of its wonder. And if the TARDIS is anything, it is wonder.

What’s growing on me (or rather Who’s):

  • The Doctor. I think Matt Smith is doing a great job. But he’s not David Tennant and part of me really, REALLY misses Number X. I have full confidence that Matt Smith will grow into the role — and quickly at that — but right now it’s like there’s a disconnect between Smith’s delivering of lines and his physical acting. If he tries to do both at once, both suffer. That will improve, I hope, and in the meantime I will have to rewind to catch what I’ve missed in his mumblings.

Mostly, I’m relieved to find my love of the show — of the premise — goes beyond my fondness of David Tennant as the Doctor. And that’s how it should be, right? That’s what has made the show last for so many seasons. I hope it continues to get better and better. I still look forward to seeing where they end up every week. 🙂

On a related note: I’ve decided to attend the Phoenix Comicon next weekend! And guess what they’ll have? That’s right:  a Dr. Who and Torchwood panel discussion. Be still my geeky heart.

So what about you? What do you think of Number 11? Likes? Dislikes? What’s growing on you?