“Solitude does not mean living apart from others; it means never living apart from one’s self.” - Parker Palmer
I have a confession to make. I used to be a Titanic snob. In the past, whenever I heard someone say they were a Titanic fan, I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes and asking, “Oh really? Did your parents also put a restraining order between you and the video player because it was the only way to stop you from watching Titanic on loop everyday? Because mine did. Did you also record the whole movie on cassette because you wanted to be able to listen to it on your Walkman anytime anywhere? Because I did. Could you also recite any scene on the spot because you have committed the entire screenplay to your memory and your heart? Because I could. It’s been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint, the china had never been used, the sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was. It really was. Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Boudin. WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT ROSE! TRUST ME! I TRUST YOU!”
Of course, this was a silly thing to be snobbish about. It wasn’t like there was a prestigious Titanic club which only people who have seen the movie a few hundred times the first year it came out could join. Knowing that the ship would have sunk more slowly had it hit the iceberg head on instead of on the side thus increasing the chances of more survivors didn’t make anyone special; it just made him or her the kind of nerd who would be #foreveralone with ten thousand cats (or in my case, dogs).
But now that I’m older, I’d like to think I’ve become more forgiving. When I hear people claim they love Titanic, I politely smile and calmly tell them that I do too. I no longer feel the urge to try and make them understand the depth and intensity of my love for this precious little gem of cinematic history (for the record: it is a love that knows no bounds; the kind wherein I know it has flaws but to which I am completely blind). And even though I know better, I let them think that when it comes to being a Titanic fan, we are equals. (How arrogant was that last sentence? Hahaha!)
(In case you’re wondering, yes, I’ve already seen Titanic 3D, hence this post. Yes, nothing has changed and yes, I still love it as much as I did fifteen years ago. But the truth is, the last time I saw it was only a couple of months back. While some might say they have waited for this moment for years, like someone who has finally met her soulmate after a lifetime of waiting, for me, it was more like coming home to my husband of fifteen years after only a weekend apart. We are an old married couple, Titanic and I.)
An excerpt from Tina Fey’s Bossypants:
The first rule of improvisation is AGREE. Always agree and SAY YES. While you’re improvising, this means you are required to agree with whatever your partner has create.
Truth.
Is this photoshopped? I don’t remember an episode where Ten was dressed as a Time Lord…
Fandom, help! This is going to bother me for the rest of my life. :))
I needed a flashlight for my theatre house staffing duties last weekend so I went to a sidewalk market near our campus and found this TARDIS-look alike flashlight. It even has the word “POLICE” printed on the side.
Naturally, I went over the moon.
(Unfortunately, no one could get why I was so high over a flashflight. Not that it mattered. Hahaha! :D)
He had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire. She is pregnant.
The firefighter was afraid of her at first, because he had never been around a Doberman before. When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest.
A photographer from the Charlotte, North …Carolina newspaper, “The Observer,” noticed this red Doberman in the distance looking at the fireman. He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do. As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies, and kissed him, just as the photographer snapped this photograph….
:’)
And I shamelessly screamed, “HEY! IT’S THE DOCTOR!”
The guy looked at me and flashed me a goofy smile. Then, he turned to his friends and let out a “YES!”, as if I was the first person the entire day to recognize who he was dressed up as.
Come to think of it, I probably was. :))
Anonymous asked: I read that Doctor Who fanfic you posted the links to, about Ten and Rose during Human Nature/The Family of Blood and I absolutely adored it. Do you have links to any similar ones? I can't seem to find my way around livejournal :(
Hi, Anon!
Unfortunately, I don’t know a lot of fan fiction because I rarely read them. But here’s a couple of links you could check out.
Other fics by the author of Second Time Around.
Sins of the Flesh. This one’s fluffy but it’s hilarious.
Other fics by the author of Sins of the Flesh.
Really good drabble from Tumblr. ‘Forever’ is my favorite from this list.
Hope this helps. :D
P.S. Dear lovely Whovian followers, any of you have recommendations?
I read this amazing fic on LJ and now I have this huge gaping hole in my heart that only Ten and Rose could fill.
I miss them terribly. :’(
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Epilogue
Recent experiences have taught me that happiness is not the absence of things that could make one sad. Being happy when life is easy is natural. It’s when one still finds the strength to smile and laugh and wake up in the morning with a hopeful heart despite the billion things breaking it that true happiness can be felt.
Happiness is a deliberate choice. It may not be an easy one most of the time, but it’s still in our hands. All we have to do is wrap our fingers around it and never let go. ☺







