So I've been struck by the urge to crawl back to this journal and do something I haven't done for some time: liveblog the Oscars.

I'm not particularly invested in the nominations, mostly because I don't go to the movies anymore. (Shit be expensive these days. Plus I don't like going by myself.) But I am bored, and I like seeing what people wear--I'm looking forward to the recaps on Go Fug Yourself--and why the fuck not, really. It'll give me something to do for a while.

(Also, first post using this new post layout. What the hell even is this shit.)

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A meandering thought that occurred to me after watching The Angels Take Manhattan:

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Here's a word of advice for those who don't want their business to become everyone else's business: don't mention it on the internet.

And that, kids adults, is why we don't make best friends with teenagers.

More things I did while not writing entries in this journal:

- Watched the first half of Doctor Who, series six.
- Went to TimeGate and had an absolute fucking blast.
- Met Sophie Aldred there.
- Celebrated my sixth wedding anniversary.
- Played second clarinet in the pit orchestra for a local production of South Pacific.
- Turned twenty-eight.
- Watched the second half of Doctor Who, series six.
- Went back to Dragon*Con for round three.
- MET SYLVESTER MCCOY A;LSDJ;LADJGLKJ
- Lost my friend Ryan way, way too soon.
- Almost immediately thereafter, got dumped by my husband.
- Took the dog and moved back in with my parents.
- Participated in the Star Wars: The Old Republic beta.
- Grindrgate.
- Lost everything in the divorce.
- Took all the Fiestaware dishes and the flatscreen TV in vague retaliation.

I'm going to try and start writing in this thing on a regular basis again.

So, things I did while not writing entries in this journal:

- Watched Doctor Who series five. Every episode, on transmission, for the first time since becoming a fan of the show.
- Promptly fell head over heels for series five.
- Became a very staunch and avid fan of Arthur Darvill, aka Rory Williams in Doctor Who (which will have long since been patently obvious if you follow me on either Twitter or Tumblr).
- Started roleplaying Amy Pond. (Journal: too_fairytale)
- Celebrated my fifth wedding anniversary. (Oy.)
- Saw the national tour of Phantom in Atlanta, for the last time before the tour closed in November.
- Turned twenty-seven. (Double oy.)
- Went back to Dragon*Con. It was fucking awesome.
- Got friended back by Thomas James O'Leary on Facebook. (You guys just don't know.)
- Continued to be unemployed.
- Continued to procrastinate like a motherfucking bitch on both fanfic writing and getting my website(s) back up.

In other words, not too terribly much.

There are no words adequate enough to properly express my amusement over the fact that Tumblr seems to be collectively dying over Arthur Darvill's bedroom hair in this picture from the upcoming Comic Relief sketch.

THE SEXY WAS ALWAYS THERE, GUYS.

I LIVE!

No, really.

(Is anyone still reading this?)

In which I liveblog my first full-through viewing of "The Caves of Androzani", aka the Fifth Doctor's exit story. Man, I really need a Five icon.

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OKAY THAT WAS A FUCKING AWESOME STORY AND I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE WHY IT TOPPED THE MIGHTY 200.

Damn I love me some Five.

Okay, so I live-blogged the Vancouver Olympics Opening Ceremonies, only I haven't cleaned up the post and published due to both the subsequent Olympics coverage eating my life (despite said coverage by NBC sucking unwashed ass) and engaging in my official pastime of procrastinating via World of Warcraft. I plan to get the publishing done today, assuming I can keep my mouse away from the Warcraft icon on my desktop. But first, I would like to rant nuke from orbit discuss the death of Georgian luger Nodar Kumaritashvili.

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I'm a couple days late to this news, but I just learned that the national tour of The Phantom of the Opera will be closing this November.

I'm... just sitting here crying.

I imagine that someone, somewhere, might be doing an epic eye-roll over that, but I make no bones about the fact that that show, and the tour in particular, is really damn important to me. I owe a ton of happy memories to it; I've made friends through it; I got interviewed by Ted Keegan's hometown newspaper because of it; I've visited cities I never would have otherwise to see it; I built a corner nice for myself in the phandom. All that doesn't even really touch on the small little group of tour actors who've become really special to me just by virtue of always being there, and who have let me become a friend, even if only a tertiary one. (I'm not going to think any more highly of myself.)

I've come to think of the tour as "my" production, because out of all the times I've seen the show--ten, I think--only one of those was with a different company. I couldn't feel more sucker-punched if all the productions were closing down.

It's been suggested that a new tour may open in the next few years, but... I dunno. Right now I just feel like the loss of a major part of my life is imminent. Once this tour is gone, I may never be able to see the show again--a trip to Broadway would just be too expensive. The same goes for Las Vegas, and that production doesn't even perform the entire show.

I think I'm going to stop rambling now and go kill some things in Warcrack. It won't make me feel any better, but... yeah.