Comedians, Cars, and Coffee

Have you heard about this free new media service called Crackle?  I happened to randomly see a commercial for it when I just happened to be watching TV at my in-laws’ house a few weeks ago.  Since it’s free, I decided to check it out.  Yes, it’s free because it’s chock-full of commercials and whatever limited amount of shows and movies are in the app are only there for three months before they expire.  Also, only about 2% of the content is stuff that I would watch, so it’s not really worth it to me.

However…

I was introduced to this Crackle-exclusive show Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.  I love it!  It’s hosted by Jerry Seinfeld, who picks up a comedian to go have coffee and breakfast in a diner and hang out.  It’s always so much fun, even when it’s not quite so funny.  Each episode starts with shots of the car Jerry is driving this week and him talking about it.  (Don’t worry — though entertaining, that part only lasts maybe a minute.)  And the cars are always so pretty, too, even if they’re not actually great cars, haha.

Snapshot from the Ricky Gervais episode “Mad Man in a Death Machine.”

Sure, the average episode length is about ten minutes, and there aren’t many episodes (nine as of now, four when I started watching), but honestly it’s one of the highlights of my week.  I look forward to making myself a cup of coffee, sitting down in front of the TV or computer, and chilling with the comedians.  I like it a whole lot more than watching a stand-up routine, because with that I’m expecting the comedy and therefore it doesn’t quite “tickle my funny bone” as much as it could.  With this show, it’s pretty much the same as hanging out with funny friends.  You know they’re funny, but you’re not expecting the funny — you just have a good time and a great laugh!

Yes, there are a couple episodes I don’t particularly find funny (though I won’t mention which ones), but whenever one like that shows, I just go back and watch the episode with Ricky Gervais.  It’s my absolute favourite, and it never fails to make me laugh.

New episodes come out on Thursdays at 9pm Eastern Time.  It makes for a great start to my Friday. :o)


Long Promo From Crackle

Fandom Dreams

I woke up normally today and made Hubby his lunch before he left for work. After reading in bed for about 45 minutes, I was in a curl-up-in-a-ball mood. Naturally, I fell back asleep doing so completely under the covers. I woke up again at 11.30 (about four hours later), but not before having one of the best dreams I’ve had in a long time. It involved the video game Skyrim, the TV show Eureka, a bit of Thor, and of course real life.

I wasn’t actually *me* for most of the dream; just the real life and parade parts.


It started with me playing Skyrim, but I was my character instead of actually me playing. I came across an awesome half-sunken building (I don’t remember what the inside looked like, but the outside seemed Dwemer) in a huge pond that was waist deep. (This ended up being my house.) There was a male Nord character there with shoulder-length hair and a braid and when I spoke with him he mentioned my Amulet of Mara and I thought, “Finally! Someone who seems worthy to marry my character!” So they got married, and I had her tell him she wanted to be a mother, so they took care of that in the pond; this part was all completely hidden and more implied, like The Sims or even Fable without the noises. (What was weird was you needed four people to be able to get pregnant, but I just completely ignored those random characters that showed up.)

In the next part, I (still my Skyrim character) was in a Suburban-type vehicle with Allison, Fargo, and two other people (I think Henry and a mix of Carter and some old guy) from Eureka, and Allison and I were both very pregnant. We’d just stopped at a gas station and everyone got out while the driver (Carter) got the vehicle situated at the pump (big vehicle pulling a large trailer and pushing a small car). When he was finally done, I went to the pump since there were a lot of large surrounding objects, because for some reason part of me wanted to hide my pregnancy. Henry was closest to me and some kind of short conversation occurred, then my pregnancy came up and he asked what happened. It came out then. Apparently, I (still my Skyrim character) had had a boyfriend in Eureka and when he went missing (the word used in my dream, but he had died) I ran away to Skyrim and it was the next day that I’d found a husband there.

Another part of the dream, sadly forgotten, happened here that involving some guy being after me for some reason, I think involving the baby. I want to say the way he looked physically was most like a Dark Elf, but I’m not sure that he was a Skyrim character.

In the next part, still pregnant, I was at the top of a short cliff (about 50 feet or so), and a battle was going on below involving Nords. There was a lot of brush and trees at the bottom of the cliff and one dead, but hearty, branch lead up to the top. Suddenly, I saw my Nord husband climbing up, seemingly wounded but maybe just needing rescue. He could almost make it to the top, but he stopped and reached up his hand; the expression on his face was like he was going to die if he didn’t make it to the top. I reached back, when suddenly Thor was next to me, also reaching back and shouting, “Father!!” (It’s so funny thinking about that part because it’s like a cheesy movie where a guy is in agony because he can’t save his dad from drowning in an obviously shallow pool of water. It also wasn’t Odin; he just happened to be Thor’s dad.) Then, my thought was, “OMG, I married a king?!”

Next, it was fairly dark outside and a parade was going on. I (finally actually starting to be real me; it was like a short morphing process at this point) was just coming up to it and saw a couple advertising floats (I remember the giant inflatable Lowe’s logo). Then, I was part of the crowd, but we were moving and couldn’t even see the parade (or maybe I just didn’t care) and it seemed more like we were inside a blimp-like float. Hubby and I were sitting, talking to Fargo and someone else in front of us, there was a camera guy standing to my left, and Joe* (main sound man at our church back home) was walking around overseeing things. (Hmm… So maybe I was in the control room instead of the crowd.) In the conversation, something came up where we said we weren’t having kids. Not long afterwards, Hubby referred to Mark* and Steph* (our favourite couple friends) as something like “the keepers of our children” and Fargo was all confused and said, “I thought you guys didn’t want kids.” We laughed and I explained who Mark* and Steph* were and that we call their girls our kids. He didn’t get it, and you could tell by the goofy expression on his face.

*Real life names have been changed for protection purposes.


Sadly, that was the end of my awesome dream. If you didn’t think it was awesome, that doesn’t matter to me; I frickin’ loved it! Any dream that involves a lot of Skyrim… plus a Marvel character andthe TV programme I’m into at the moment… is alright with me!

Oh, and needless to say, but I’m going to anyway, I was really in the mood to play Skyrim today, which I did for maybe five hours. I didn’t find a suitable spouse for my character, but I bought land for a second build-able house and my daughter (Dorthe) brought home a pet fox. And I also defeated the Imperials… you know, in my spare time… ;o)

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This is not actually my character — just a picture I googled.

A Different Doctor

Please read the section about posting stories on the “About This Blog” page.

Additional note: The Doctor’s dialog is bold, while the companion’s dialog and the rest of the story is not.


“Just this once, everybody lives!”


“Doctor, can we talk?”

“Of course, we can. I’ve always got time for you.”

“I’m going to get right to it. I think I want to go back home.”

“‘Go home’? What brings all this up?”

“I haven’t seen my mum in a long time. Haven’t talked to my friends in years. I’d rather not be forgotten because I’m off travelling.”

“You’ll never be forgotten! People all over time and space are already telling stories of how together you and I saved them.

“But something tells me that’s not really what’s bothering you, is it?”

“I was hoping I didn’t have to say this, but… it’s because you’ve changed, Doctor. I know you’re technically the same man –still love the Earth and humanity and risk your life to save them– but you’re still different from when we met.”

“Are you referring to my regeneration?”

*nods*

“How long have you felt like this? Did you feel like this last time?”

“No, it’s just this one. I’m not sure why it’s so different this time. Maybe because last time you’re the only thing that changed. This time it was not only you, but the TARDIS, the companions, the sonic screwdriver, and heck! even the Daleks changed!

“I’ve held off this conversation for so long because… I do know that you are the same man. The Doctor that I met is in there. Even your tenth incarnation — he’s in there. You’ve got their memories. I haven’t been able to bring myself to leave because … I promised him that I’d travel with him for forever. And yet, I know that I’ll never actually, completely get him back.

[Hugs.]

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I am so sorry.”

“Hey, now… it’s alright. Frankly, I’m surprised you lasted this long.

“Don’t worry about me. Companions come and go. Rose and Donna promised to stay forever, but they’re gone, too.”

“That’s not fair! They didn’t choose to go.”

“I’m sorry. Forget I said that. It was stupid of me. I only meant…

“So… you really want to go?”

[Hesitation in her agonised eyes.]

“I’m scared, Doctor. I feel incomplete here, but I’m afraid that if I leave I’ll realise my mistake and be trapped in some mundane life and never see you again.”

“I tell you what… I still have that mobile that Martha left me. You can take a break, and if you find that you want to come back, call that number and I’ll drop everything I’m doing and come rescue you from that ‘mundane life.’ But instead, if you prefer to remain on Earth… then, by all means I wish you the best of luck!”

“Thank you, Doctor! You’re still the most amazing man I’ve ever met. No matter what happens, always have a companion. You always need a companion. I know that in that past you’ve thought that all you do is hurt people. Just remember the old saying: ‘It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’ Well, it also applies to travelling with you. I mean it. I wouldn’t trade the last seven years for anything. I love you — we all do. And if I never come back… Well, we’ll see how that goes.”

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[One last embrace.]

“I promised you, Doctor. I’m so sorry! Take care of yourself.”

“It’s OK. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.

“I still think you’re brilliant. And fantastic — absolutely fantastic!”

“So are you, Doctor. So are you.”

The Same Doctor

Please read the section about posting stories on the “About This Blog” page.

Additional notes:

I didn’t intend for my first post to be an incomplete “story,” but it goes with one I wrote last night that I’ll post later.

The Doctor’s dialog is bold, while the companion’s dialog and the rest of the story is not.


“Uh… nothing. It’s just… the change has finally caught up to me.”

“What change is that?”

“You. Your regeneration.”

“It’s been two years.” The woman nods. “I never saw you like this the last time I regenerated.”

“I know, but this time it’s different. Last time it was just you that changed. This time everything changed. You, the TARDIS, even the sonic screwdriver. And we never see the same people as before. New companions, new friends, new allies, new enemies,… [scoff] even the Daleks changed. I feel like I’m the only thing that’s the same. Almost like time has moved on and I’ve been left behind.”

The Doctor sits down next to her, now beginning to understand the downhearted condition of his friend.

“You haven’t had a chance to connect the dots yet,” he says.

“Right. I just need a ‘moment.'”

“We’ll then… let’s get you that ‘moment.'”

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“‘Just this once, everybody lives!’ That was the moment I knew that I want to travel with you forever. I saw what a truly beautiful man you are. There are times when you may have seemed to be angry and violent, but in the end your love for people is what it’s all about.”

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“I still think you’re brilliant. And fantastic — absolutely fantastic!”

“Thank you, Doctor. So are you.”