I am small...and of no account...
Dec. 18th, 2009 12:46 pmSo this guy was supposed to come to the house and fix our washing machine at ten o'clock this morning. It's almost noon-thirty, and I'm still waiting. I really would like to take a shower before I have to go to work at four, ya know. But I know the minute I go to do something else, he's going to show up. Unimpressed.
So I finally did something I'd been meaning to do for a while - I cleaned out some old icons that I don't use anymore. There are a few others I probably could have gotten rid of, but eh, I still like them. And then I promptly turned around and uploaded a bunch of new ones! ...that may or may not be primarily Torchwood... *koff*
Speaking of which,
kaitodoushi finished watching it on Wednesday before we left for Sioux Falls and the Rifftrax show (more on that in a minute). And when I say that she finished Torchwood, I mean that she's gotten through the end of season two. Not CoE. And her reaction to the end of "Exit Wounds" was exactly the same as mine was the first two times I watched it: total sobbing. Like...it sounds almost like you're laughing sobbing. I didn't sob...but I cried. AGAIN. STOP DOING THAT TO ME! *fist-shake*
So yes, I can has converted friend to campy British sci-fi show, whoo! I also may or may not have promised Kat that if/when I pass my certification test at the end of the month, and I am reimbursed by my employer, I might or might not use part of that reimbursement to invest in some Doctor Who DVDs.
magic_truth, STOP LAUGHING.
After we finished TW, we went up for the Rifftrax show in Sioux Falls. On the way there (and back), we listened to a couple of TW audio play thingies. "Lost Souls" was cheesy in the classic sci-fi manner. "The Dead Line" has Ianto being the cutest thing in the history of cuteness, so we were happy. SHAMELESS FANGIRLING FOR THE WIN!
Got there early enough that we were able to grab a quick burger before the show. Last time it was Plan 9 from Outer Space. This time they were doing Christmas shorts, including one where these three guys sang about pork for probably ten minutes. That one also included something along the lines of...
MRS. NEWLYWED: *blah blah* ...Des Moines...but I don't know what Des Moines is! *cries*
BUTCHER: Well, Des Moines is a city.
RAWR I R STODGY IOWAN RAWR HAMMERSMASH.
There was also the one about the life of a Christmas tree, where they kept saying, over and over again, "I am small, and of no account." We're like, "NORLY?" And then they'd say it again, as if replying with the age-old, "YAHRLY!" There was one with two little children who were speaking in TONGUES, and one about...swimmers. I kid you not.
We've been to two of these shows so far. And in each of these shows, I've noticed that there's been a moment where the riffers don't actually have to say anything. The line itself is so bad, so putrid, so utterly horrendous that there is nothing one can say to improve on it. When we saw Plan 9, it was the infamous, "You stupid, stupid humans!" line.
In the Christmas short one, there was a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer cartoon that I feel like I'd seen before. Rudolph has his stocking hung at the end of his bed. Santa comes in to leave the present, and sees Rudolph's nose. He walks over, sits on the edge of Rudolph's bed, and says...
SANTA: Rudolph, I need you tonight.
I think one of the riffers yelled "WHOA!" I didn't hear anything said on the screen for the next thirty seconds, nor do I think anyone else did, if the laughter and groaning and OMG-ing was any indication It just...GAAAAAH. Just GAH. GAH.
...GAH!
On the bright side, I am now the proud holder of the mp3 of the Rifftones new #1 hit song, "Sparkly Vampires" :D :D :D I downloaded it from their site, but you can also hear it over here if you're interested. It's pretty sweet \o/
...SERIOUSLY REPAIR GUY WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU??
So I finally did something I'd been meaning to do for a while - I cleaned out some old icons that I don't use anymore. There are a few others I probably could have gotten rid of, but eh, I still like them. And then I promptly turned around and uploaded a bunch of new ones! ...that may or may not be primarily Torchwood... *koff*
Speaking of which,
So yes, I can has converted friend to campy British sci-fi show, whoo! I also may or may not have promised Kat that if/when I pass my certification test at the end of the month, and I am reimbursed by my employer, I might or might not use part of that reimbursement to invest in some Doctor Who DVDs.
After we finished TW, we went up for the Rifftrax show in Sioux Falls. On the way there (and back), we listened to a couple of TW audio play thingies. "Lost Souls" was cheesy in the classic sci-fi manner. "The Dead Line" has Ianto being the cutest thing in the history of cuteness, so we were happy. SHAMELESS FANGIRLING FOR THE WIN!
Got there early enough that we were able to grab a quick burger before the show. Last time it was Plan 9 from Outer Space. This time they were doing Christmas shorts, including one where these three guys sang about pork for probably ten minutes. That one also included something along the lines of...
MRS. NEWLYWED: *blah blah* ...Des Moines...but I don't know what Des Moines is! *cries*
BUTCHER: Well, Des Moines is a city.
RAWR I R STODGY IOWAN RAWR HAMMERSMASH.
There was also the one about the life of a Christmas tree, where they kept saying, over and over again, "I am small, and of no account." We're like, "NORLY?" And then they'd say it again, as if replying with the age-old, "YAHRLY!" There was one with two little children who were speaking in TONGUES, and one about...swimmers. I kid you not.
We've been to two of these shows so far. And in each of these shows, I've noticed that there's been a moment where the riffers don't actually have to say anything. The line itself is so bad, so putrid, so utterly horrendous that there is nothing one can say to improve on it. When we saw Plan 9, it was the infamous, "You stupid, stupid humans!" line.
In the Christmas short one, there was a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer cartoon that I feel like I'd seen before. Rudolph has his stocking hung at the end of his bed. Santa comes in to leave the present, and sees Rudolph's nose. He walks over, sits on the edge of Rudolph's bed, and says...
SANTA: Rudolph, I need you tonight.
I think one of the riffers yelled "WHOA!" I didn't hear anything said on the screen for the next thirty seconds, nor do I think anyone else did, if the laughter and groaning and OMG-ing was any indication It just...GAAAAAH. Just GAH. GAH.
...GAH!
On the bright side, I am now the proud holder of the mp3 of the Rifftones new #1 hit song, "Sparkly Vampires" :D :D :D I downloaded it from their site, but you can also hear it over here if you're interested. It's pretty sweet \o/
...SERIOUSLY REPAIR GUY WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU??