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David Tennant is actually from Scotland. Thus, the accent the Doctor puts on at points in this episode is actually Tennant's real Scottish accent, and it slips to his in-character accent.
I don't need to mention the unbelievable girly squeeing that happened this time about, do I?
Ahem.
Anyway, nice to finally see where the disembodied hand Jack seems to worship came from. Also nice to finally discover why Torchwood seemed to view The Doctor as an enemy of the State. I love cleverly-written stuff like this. I lovelovelove serials with intricate histories. And I believe a story I've been following since I was a child is a unique phenomenon in my life. Did I ever mention how much I cried when Adric died? Oh, such a crush I had. Some things never change, do they?
And in the something-completely-different department, I think MFM is about to take the next step in its evolution. After being taken out for my birthday dinner by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sjbpharmd and the lovely but livejournalless Kate (La-Na, a fabulous Thai-French fusion place in Media), the three of us wound up briefly in Borders, as I needed to pick up some books on writing a business proposal. I've been resistant so far to "going corporate" in any way, shape or form, and that for several reasons. Mainly, it's because up til now I haven't really needed to. I've been able to keep everything in my head, and do everything myself with some solid but patchwork help. But as of this year, I have mirroreyes as a manager, and while that was originally to be just a booth manager, I think I may have to revisit the idea. I do need some help in getting organised. I've just gotten too big--even as small as I am-- to keep it all in my head any more. Also, I'd be an absolute fool to be content with my present size. I did some hard crunching last night, and looked at how many corsets I'd need to sell a month to reach a point of financial stability. And while it's more business than I pull in now, it's not an overwhelming number, and I'm an idiot to even think in the back of my mind that I can't reach it.
But I have to be smart, I have to be a businesswoman, and I have to get an actual business plan written up.
At the moment, though, I'm debating just one more episode before sleep. Just one. Really.
David Tennant is actually from Scotland. Thus, the accent the Doctor puts on at points in this episode is actually Tennant's real Scottish accent, and it slips to his in-character accent.
I don't need to mention the unbelievable girly squeeing that happened this time about, do I?
Ahem.
Anyway, nice to finally see where the disembodied hand Jack seems to worship came from. Also nice to finally discover why Torchwood seemed to view The Doctor as an enemy of the State. I love cleverly-written stuff like this. I lovelovelove serials with intricate histories. And I believe a story I've been following since I was a child is a unique phenomenon in my life. Did I ever mention how much I cried when Adric died? Oh, such a crush I had. Some things never change, do they?
And in the something-completely-different department, I think MFM is about to take the next step in its evolution. After being taken out for my birthday dinner by
sjbpharmd and the lovely but livejournalless Kate (La-Na, a fabulous Thai-French fusion place in Media), the three of us wound up briefly in Borders, as I needed to pick up some books on writing a business proposal. I've been resistant so far to "going corporate" in any way, shape or form, and that for several reasons. Mainly, it's because up til now I haven't really needed to. I've been able to keep everything in my head, and do everything myself with some solid but patchwork help. But as of this year, I have mirroreyes as a manager, and while that was originally to be just a booth manager, I think I may have to revisit the idea. I do need some help in getting organised. I've just gotten too big--even as small as I am-- to keep it all in my head any more. Also, I'd be an absolute fool to be content with my present size. I did some hard crunching last night, and looked at how many corsets I'd need to sell a month to reach a point of financial stability. And while it's more business than I pull in now, it's not an overwhelming number, and I'm an idiot to even think in the back of my mind that I can't reach it. But I have to be smart, I have to be a businesswoman, and I have to get an actual business plan written up.
At the moment, though, I'm debating just one more episode before sleep. Just one. Really.
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Date: 2008-06-19 06:17 am (UTC)Good luck with the business plan. Here's hoping yours goes as well as my ex's had been going. He had to move into a bigger shop last year because the old one was just not big enough for him to handle all his business.
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Date: 2008-06-19 11:37 pm (UTC)And yeah. I had SUCH a crush on him, but Adric was a whiny little bastard. Maybe that's why I keep dating Rennie men-- I imprinted!
You may have done this, but...
Date: 2008-06-19 01:32 pm (UTC)BTW, it's Andrea, Rho and Leah's friend from NJ. :)
Re: You may have done this, but...
Date: 2008-06-19 11:40 pm (UTC)And yeah, I did take a short course at the Women's Business Development Center a few years back, and it was a big help. I think this time around, though, I need more focussed, specific help. That will help with the lessening of stress-- cos right now, I'm OVER it. SO over it.
Hugs!