Anonymeme! Food! Stuff!

Whew. Just got off a two-hour phone call with E. planning more stuff for the lab, which was great until I realised how low-blood-sugar I am and was resisting the urge to chuck the phone out the window and go eat my salmon fillets. Mm, salmon fillets.

While waiting for the oven to warm up: here's... here's nothing, because the anon meme thingie has died due to crazy numbers of comments. All right.

In that case, a more conventional meme-type thing! Just for you!

Comment here anonymously, saying absolutely whatever it is you'd like to say - something you've always wanted to tell me? Had a question you don't want me to know you're asking? HAVE YOU STOLEN MY SALMON FILLETS? I am officially curious. No holds barred, say whatever you like! My skin, it is thick like... like a salmon fillet. Warm up already, oven! I don't log IP addresses, either, natch.

In which I get sappy and soppy and other words that probably involve an 's' and two 'p's.

A third rec on calufrax has utterly, completely made my night (so thank you settiai, kindkit, and doyle_sb4). If I drank (hush), rest assured that it would take very little to have me clinging to all of you (and all of you, the viewers at home!), declaring my undying love. I might just do it anyway. I'm such a sucker for feedback.

I'm going to witter on a bit, to make up for all the drabbles I'll be posting as school continues to eat my brain:

I have just noticed that all three recs have been for fics about the Third Doctor. Hee. What can I say? I really do love writing about each of the Doctors (and I have written about each of them, which sort of surprises me), but Three-era stuff seems to get under my skin. Recently, anyway. Why is that? I think it might be the fact that, stuck as he is on Earth, the Doctor's got a full supporting cast from week to week, each with a personality and story arc (Mike Yates, much?). It's not so much the Doctor + companion(s) + people introduced over the course of one serial. There's more room to mess around with it - and it gives me the chance to write the human-centric storylines I seem to be enjoying all of a sudden (I love the idea of humanity being worse monsters than the rest of the universe combined - it's an old meme, but I love it. Well. Love writing about it, anyway.).

Also, London in the early 1970s is about as alien to me as Peladon or Gallifrey! Ahem.

So why the Third Doctor? I haven't a clue. He's arrogant, very frequently childish, so determined to prove that he is a Time Lord, really, even if he doesn't remember how to travel in time and everyone's just humouring him. He's living the closest possible thing to an everyday sort of life, and that makes him a bit more accessible, easier to write. Maybe.

And then there's the transition - all of the Doctors change over the course of their life, however brief, but some do it in more fascinating ways than others. The Third Doctor and Liz? Always at loggerheads (which is utterly fascinating in and of itself, and Liz is, obviously, just brilliant at it). And then Jo comes along ("I'm your new assistant!" "Oh, no.") and, strangely enough, everything changes.

I'm gonna save my thoughts for a proper ramble on the dynamic between Three and Jo, but there's something really awesome about it that seems to fascinate everyone, despite the variable quality of the scripts (when I feel the urge to watch even the long, expositiony bits of a six-parter again and again, there must be something going on). As always, though, I should probably leave my meta to fic-writing, where I'm more coherent about it.

So why Three? Maybe I'm just a bit of a self-centered, standoffish, showoff of a so-and-so myself. (I like that explanation!)

And why this ramble? Because I'm putting off my drabble. Oh, dear.

Doctor Who | To Be Running

Title: To Be Running
Author: eponymous_rose
Word Count: 835
Rating: G
Characters: Ace, Seventh Doctor
Spoilers: Set shortly after "Survival".
Author's Note: Supposed to be a drabble, wound up with delusions of grandeur. You know how it is.

( She climbs the sky instead. )