I had the greatest day of my Whovian life on Saturday. I met Peter Capaldi! He was at the ReGeneration Who convention in Baltimore! I got to shake his hand and tell him how much I loved his Doctor! And we bonded over our mutual love of William Hartnell!
Yeah, I’m just a little bit excited about it.
I realized that this year will officially be ten years since I read The Phantom of the Opera for the first time. And considering the number of times Erik has managed to pop up on my blog, it clearly made an impact on me. Well, even though it’s been ten years since I read the book, it wasn’t the first time I heard about it. No, the first time I heard about Phantom was through the TV show Wishbone.
To be perfectly honest, the Phantom in this episode straight-up terrified my four-year-old self–especially the unmasking scene; it looked as though he had peeled his face off. I never imagined it would become one of my favorite books.
As an adult, Erik is far less terrifying to me now. But I never would have known him at all if it hadn’t been for Wishbone.
The good news is that we finally have an idea of when Thirteen will be crashing onto our screens. The bad news is that it’s not until October.
We also got a glimpse of the new logo today. It’s nice and shiny, but at the same time I feel as if it’s missing something. I’m not sure what that something is yet; I just have the strangest feeling that the logo is missing something.
One thing’s for sure–October will definitely be an interesting month.
So this weekend is the release of the final movie in the stupid trilogy about the color grey, and it just makes me mad that a messed-up relationship like that is glamorized. To counter that, I am pulling out one of my favorite videos, the speech from Yours, Mine, and Ours about what love really is.
Love isn’t about feeling good; it’s about dying to yourself for the benefit of others. The other people become more important than your own wants and desires. In its ideal form, it should be a reflection of the love God has for us, that He loved us so much He was willing to die for us. That’s what love really is.
Several months ago, I stumbled across an article that talked about how a group of Dominicans from the Dominican House of Studies in Washington, D.C. was releasing an album of bluegrass music. I’m no connoisseur of the bluegrass genre, but I’ve always had a fondness for it, and I love Dominicans, so naturally I checked it out.
It. Is. Amazing.
They call themselves the Hillbilly Thomists, a term that Catholic author Flannery O’Connor originally used to describe herself. Judging from the album’s cover picture that dates from the 1920s, there have been Dominicans playing bluegrass at the House of Studies for a very long time; I think this was the first time they gave themselves and name and recorded an album. And they don’t limit themselves to just bluegrass; various YouTube videos show them playing old Irish folk tunes as well. No matter what they’re singing, though, there is an unmistakable joy that permeates everything they do.
Happy New Year, everyone! I’m honestly not sure what I’m looking forward to this year–I kind of fell out of the loop on a lot of things with the personal stuff I mentioned in yesterday’s post–but that’s actually kind of exciting. It’s a brand new year where I have placed zero expectations on myself or anything else, so it’s a year when anything can happen. One of the things I noticed in last year’s post is that I was looking forward to catching up on The X-Files and Merlin, and I actually am still working on those. I’m almost done with Merlin (roughly about halfway through season 5), and I’m slowly making my way through the old X-Files episodes and eagerly awaiting the new episodes arriving on January 3 (although I am firmly convinced no one on this show actually knows what the truth is).
It’s a brand new year! Seize it!
The end of 2017 is here, and quite frankly, I am exhausted. I had a lot of stuff happen in my personal life this year that left me drained both physically and emotionally. As a result, I wasn’t as active on here as I usually am, and I really do apologize for that. Real-life drama just had a habit of interfering with other things I wanted to do.
The good news is that 2018 is another chance for blogging excursions, and the fact that it will be my sixth year running this will be quite impressive, indeed. I’m still impressed that I didn’t give up after three weeks.
Before I forget, though, I want to link to the Saint Name Generator. I always love using this to find a new saint to pray to for the new year. This year I got St. Juan Diego, the man to whom Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared. I’ve always loved Our Lady of Guadalupe, so to get St. Juan Diego as my patron saint for 2018 was really exciting.