The Silence Falls Tonight.

1 06 2011

The newest series of Doctor Who just recently started. And it started off strong. I wasn’t surprised though considering the last series completely left me wanting more. I must admit, I was not a Matt Smith fan until many episodes into his run as the Doctor. When everything came together at the end of series 5, I was hooked.

As you can probably tell, I’m quite the Doctor Who fan. So, it should come as no surprise that it didn’t take long at all for my Doctor Who nerdiness to come out in front of my new-ish boyfriend, Andrew. Originally, he thought the show was stupid. As did I before I actually sat and watched it (early on when David Tennant was still the Doctor). Naturally, I brought him home with me to sit as my parents, my brother and I watched the first episode of the new season.

I’m not really blogging to talk about the episode so much, because, frankly I’m still very confused. I’m sure at the end of the series all will become clear, though. I am here, however, to talk about the aliens in the first two episodes. The Silence. As Doctor Who badies go, these are probably up there with Weeping Angels and the Daleks. Basically, if you see one of The Silence, you know that they are there. But, the moment you look away, you’ve forgotten.

Andrew told me that he was home alone one night and got to thinking about The Silence. He was thinking that they could be in his room right now, and he’d never even know. He freaked himself out a little.

The other day, I was sitting in my room. Alone. I thought I had seen something out of the corner of my eye. It was quick, though. My first though? The Silence.

They are the perfect badie. Logically, they can’t exist. They’re aliens in suits that you forget about immediately. But, psychologically, they could be anywhere. Think about it. As I’m typing this, one could be standing in the dark. And I would never know unless I looked over and there was, in fact, one standing there. -shudders- It’s a frightening thought, but a thought nonetheless.





Lego, the Toy Building Brick.

17 05 2011

I am stealing this idea from my best friend Sumr.  She posted a blog about her top five favorite things made of Lego’s. She was a bit more in depth and I’m sure most of the ones she mentioned, she’s seen in real life. I, however, just did a Google image search. Oh well.

I am such an avid Lego user. I’ve made movies using them. I spent countless hours of my childhood making things out of them. I have experienced the strange, “Ka-chunk ka-chunk” noise that a very small Lego piece makes when sucked through a vacuum cleaner. And, no, Megabloks are NOT the same thing. But, I digress. Here is the list of my top five favorite things made out of Lego’s (that I found on Google image search…):

5. LEGO MARIO. Let’s start out with something slightly on the lamer side. Most of us know and love Mario. I have to say that seeing him in Lego form makes me love him a little bit more. This cannot have been easy, either. Sumr and I have tried to make 3D Lego people, and it is definitely difficult.

4. SLEEPING LEGO MAN. I just came across this and thought it was fantastic. It is definitely something I could see myself making and putting out to get reactions from people. And, I have to say, it is much less creepy than the Colonel Sanders or Ronald McDonald’s you see in their respective food chains.

3. LEGO ENGINE. I feel a little like I’m cheating on this one because, honestly, it’s only on the list because I am currently slightly crazy about a boy who is slightly crazy about cars. If not for him, I don’t think this would make the countdown even though it is pretty ridiculously cool.

2. LEGO PRINTER. I actually saw this one on the news not too long ago. A guy designed a working printer out of Lego’s and felt tip markers. Genius.

1. EVERYTHING MADE BY THIS MAN. Now, this may be cheating just a little, but just from skimming this guy’s website for less than five minutes, I’ve decided that I might be in love with him. His name is Nathan Sawaya and he makes the most amazing Lego art I have ever seen in my life. He is brilliant and must have A LOT of time on his hands. And quite the Lego collection. His website is http://www.brickartist.com/ if anyone is interested. Gotta admire that level of talent.





Never Expose to Heat.

2 04 2011

When I was 10, my older brother Sam joined the Army. At the time, we didn’t get along and I didn’t care that he had joined. My reaction was, “Good riddance.” Shortly after he joined, the World Trade Centers fell, and he was shipped out. Luckily, he spent a while in Kuwait. Eventually, though, he was sent into Iraq.

When I realized that he was actually fighting in a war, my young mind was consumed with thoughts of the military. I learned all the songs they sang as they marched and ran, I played with military dolls and GI Joe and everything I owned was camouflaged. To me, it seemed like a game.

Then, I began having dreams about my brother. The most vivid, and the only one I can still remember was this: He and two other men were standing in a desert alone. There was nothing around them but sand. It was windy, so in the background there was sand swirling. Out of nowhere, there was a gunshot. My brother hit the sand. The other two men ran off and left him laying there, dying in the sand.

He wrote me letters while he was gone. War had changed him. He was much nicer to me now. He wrote about how he felt like he’d wasted all those years while I was growing up. All we had ever done was fight. He promised when he came back that he’d be the brother he felt like he should have been.

War had also changed him physically. I don’t remember hearing about this, but while in Iraq he’d broken his back. He was being medically discharged. I do remember, however, seeing him in the hospital after he had surgery on his back. He was finally home for good.

Over the years since he’s been back, my views on the military have changed drastically. Though I completely respect and admire the people who serve, I don’t necessarily agree with it. That has caused some slight animosity between my brother and I (and me and my dad who served in the Navy years ago), but we’ve learned to agree to disagree.

Lately, with all the talk and the rumors of our troops being sent into the protesting countries in the Middle East (Libya, Bahrain, etc.) I just really, really happy that my brother can’t go back.