Sticky Pink Cocktails: Eleven's One Weakness

Three Things (The Rare Happy Monday Edition):

1. I may or may not be writing a story about Jack Wilshere and Aaron Ramsey making a blanket fort in a hotel room in Cardiff after the England-Wales Euro match. Don't look at me like that, it's all colourofsaying's fault. I'm just in it for the adorable make-outs and the jokes about Wayne Rooney being a dick.

2. This is the first time in a while I've had to shop a bunch of different classes - I'm finished with all my gen ed requirements and all my major requirements, so I'm really only limited by how early I want to get up and how much work I want to do. The classes I went to today were pretty awesome though! I'm almost positive I'm going to stick with the film studies class on remix culture, which looks fabulously fun and weird and hands-on. We're doing an entire unit on fan vidding, how awesome is that? Also a definite keeper is my salon writing class - the three hours tonight went by a lot faster than I was expecting. And the idea of actually getting to meet/talk to most of the writers on our syllabus is pretty neat. Also one of the guys in the class is a Barca fan. ;D

3. It is spring, and Doctor Who is in the air! colourofsaying and I are getting ourselves geared up for Neil Gaiman's (!!) episode, which explains the following conversation. Sort of.

[context: comments in this post about Neil's episode, in which colourofsaying suggests that it needs a Giant Green Slime Rat and a Giant Slithery Winged Dragon-Snake Thing With Trailing Tentacles and someone else asks which one the Doctor will end up marrying]

masterofmidgets: the Doctor would like you to know that their love is beautiful and pure, thank you very much
colourofsaying: Seconded. They're meant to be together! Across time, across species, across numbers of limbs! The TARDIS built them a special dark, dank honeymoon suite so the dragon-snake-thing would feel at home - it was her wedding gift to them. Amy and Rory made tearful and amusing toasts at the wedding. And somewhere, the Master started glowering for no discernible reason.
masterofmidgets: eventually they break up because she keeps leaving sucker-marks on the TARDIS control panels
masterofmidgets: alas, for tempestuous summer romances
colourofsaying: The Doctor should know better than to stop by Newx20 Earth's version of Vegas
colourofsaying: It never ends well.
masterofmidgets: but they have those wonderful little sticky pink cocktails