a traveler from an antique land

It's that time again, I'm afraid. Yes, the begging time. Unfortunately, chemistry sort of took my imagination for begging funtimes. So, um, yeah. Kudos if you decifer the above without use of the periodic table, but there's one here if you need it. (Hint: Two of the letters need switching, for lo, I could not find an acceptable substitute.)

But, yes! If Chemistry geekery is not your cup of tea (Mole Day is 6:02 AM-6:02 PM Oct. 23! Eat avogcadros! I SWEAR THAT'S ALL.), there is a rather lovely Claudia vid (not by me, alas, though I have one in the works) for your viewing pleasure.




Now.

Pleeeeease do not let Eleven's pretty icons go away! *puppy eyes!*

...Wow. Okay. Eleven's paid account was renewed by a lovely anonymous LJ fairy, and she actually, since I've checked, has the paid userpics extension through to Oct. 3, 2009, so if nobody needs me, I'll be floating away on a pink cloud of glee about now.

<3

*sucks in a deep breath* If I ever try to use Rich Text for a fic like that again? Just shoot me.

Dear Rassilon, I am never going to bitch about doing HTML* manually again.


*Ha. Ha.

You may not have been aware of this, but it's 'spam your f-list with a picture of Claudia Black' day. So keeping in the spirit of the season, I bring you...

Eh? Eh?


Anyway.

I know what you're doing. Sitting around at your computer, watching the Doctor Who series four trailer frame-by-frame, wondering impatiently if April Fourth will EVER come. And you have a question. And your question is

Where's my Eleventh Doctor trailer?

And the answer is: RIGHT HERE!

LOOK WHAT I GOT! :D







And now the point of this post: I will be flying out of state on the sixth to spend my birthday with my grandparents, and will be mainly unavailable until I return on the twelfth.

I have discovered that, due to some odd quirk of programming, BBC is running the wrong Christmas special this year. Instead of Claudia and the Muppets, we're getting David and some synthetic woman called Kylie Minogue. But you should tune in anyway, because there's a puffer fish in a tux.

To sooth the disappointment, I've found and uploaded a trailer for one of the new Doctor Who eps! Usual spoilers apply, of course.

Ever wondered what I listen to when I write Eleven, what sort of songs could possibly inspire such an insane(ly fun!) Time Lady?

Well, this isn't, to be honest, quite the right post for you.

But! If you ever thought to yourself 'Gee, I wish I had a fanmix of songs that remind Eleven's mun of her pup, plus spiffy album artwork and a second CD for FREE! with songs Eleven would listen to, if Eleven was a real person!', this is exactly the right post for you!

( Pretty Woman - An Eleventh Doctor Fanmix )

So. That time of the year again. The time when Eleven's paid account goes away, and I make sad faces into an LJ entry.

I'd actually mean to put up a post earlier, with clever poetry to soften the fact that, basically, I'm asking for your monies. I was thinking iambic pentameter, but my brain is ded of choir tonight and I can't write anything.

Maybe next time. But for now, I make puppy eyes at you worthy of Five and miss my icons.


P.S. If I have time tomorrow, I'll be more eloquent.

P.P.S. Jen is love.

Er, I think Megs already pointed it out? But paid users get a free $1 gift certificate for use on LJ v-gifts, and I think that's awesome, and everyone should make use of it to give a little something to someone you think is awesome and needs more love! :D


That's it, really. I swear, I have a fic upcoming to break up the monotony of the OOC posts.

So. Guess what today is!

No, really, guess.



Given up yet?

ELEVEN'S ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY! :D!

(It sparkles! :D)




There may be a Sweet Sixteen Hundred party later, if I ever make up my mind and figure out the proper etiquette for hosting an RP party.