Mad Man's Words

Can introductory writing students please stop writing in Present Tense?

It occurred to me today that I don’t have nearly enough Death Cab in my vinyl collection.

So I ordered Narrow Stairs and Codes and Keys from Amazon.

Guys, I think I need to be stopped. Or, alternatively, I need to get The Sunset Tree by The Mountain Goats on vinyl.

My Selfie Game is really strong lately.

I’m fairly certain that I’m the most handsome man alive at the moment.

My Selfie Game is really strong lately.

I’m fairly certain that I’m the most handsome man alive at the moment.

uncomfrtable:

why father

uncomfrtable:

why father

zagreus-taking-time-apart:

ok but on that note do tardises have any form of complex language? what is their limit on communication with gallifreyans? Is this different for their pilots? do they talk with other time ships. do they gossip 

I don’t remember where, but I think something had the Doctor state that two TARDISes nearby do tend to chit-chat.

I have no idea where this was, though.

jonpertwee:

madmanswords:

So, I tried to catch the Elevator by reaching into the closing door (Because that’s how you catch an Elevator. The safety protocols open the door back up if there’s any resistance).
Only the outer layer of the door opened.
Then, it closed. Then, the whole door opened and the girl inside ran out, frightened.

The Moral of the Story is: Save the Elevator for people or you might have a guy who, apparently, breaks the door frightfully.
(I did not share most of the story when I explained to the girl that I saved the elevator for that someone left after pressing 3.)

Oh my god.

The girl in the Elevator afterward talked about how mean the person who pressed 3 must be. This is while I was trying to not crack up laughing.

Then she told me I smell nice.

So, I tried to catch the Elevator by reaching into the closing door (Because that’s how you catch an Elevator. The safety protocols open the door back up if there’s any resistance).
Only the outer layer of the door opened.
Then, it closed. Then, the whole door opened and the girl inside ran out, frightened.

The Moral of the Story is: Save the Elevator for people or you might have a guy who, apparently, breaks the door frightfully.
(I did not share most of the story when I explained to the girl that I saved the elevator for that someone left after pressing 3.)

I preordered Gallifrey VII yesterday.

Can it come out now instead?

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peterrabid:

A Death in the Family  ////  Resurrection of Mars

In which the Doctor reflects on his previous life.

Evelyn: What happened to you, Doctor?

Seventh Doctor: I used to march around saying things like “Don’t worry, Evelyn; it’ll all work out for the best in some way I haven’t quite thought up yet!” How did that work out for us? How did that work out for Cassandra Schofield? I need to be in control.

Evelyn: You can’t control everything.

Seventh Doctor: I can certainly try.

////

Eighth Doctor: I was once a man with a masterplan. I’d seek out injustices, topple governments, all in the name of the greater good. I’d started doing the maths, you see…. This is how evil starts, with the belief that the ends justify the means. But once you start down that road, there’s no turning back. What if you can save a million lives, but you have to let ten people die, or a hundred, or a hundred thousand. Where do you stop?

Lucie: But you did. You did stop.

Eighth Doctor: I did. But by then I’d ended up traveling alone. Because I couldn’t trust myself with anyone’s life. Not after…

It’s been a while since I’ve thought about that part of Resurrection of Mars.

Eight fully understood what Donna tried to tell 10 in The Runaway Bride. And he refused to do the math to save many over the life of one. The math that he would be forced to do again one day fairly soon. And that math haunted him for several lives.

mbrainspaz:

madmanswords:

madmanswords:

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

I just yelled, “Why would you reblog this?”
But, yeah, my hair looks cool here. Reblog away.

I always wish I were Doctor Who, so it seemed appropriate. And your beard is neato. 

You are making me feel quite good about myself.
So, thank you.

mbrainspaz:

madmanswords:

madmanswords:

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

I just yelled, “Why would you reblog this?”

But, yeah, my hair looks cool here. Reblog away.

I always wish I were Doctor Who, so it seemed appropriate. 

And your beard is neato. 

You are making me feel quite good about myself.

So, thank you.

madmanswords:

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

I just yelled, “Why would you reblog this?”
But, yeah, my hair looks cool here. Reblog away.

madmanswords:

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

I just yelled, “Why would you reblog this?”

But, yeah, my hair looks cool here. Reblog away.

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

This is a sample of my SnapChats.

This is a complimenting anon. This is an anon who carries a compliment. Or a compliment that carries an anon, I'm not quite sure. It's surprisingly hard to tell sometimes. Oh, I think I might've forgotten something important, some kind of message... Oh, yes! The compliment that I was carrying or the compliment that was carrying me. Yes, you are awesome, or so it says here in the compliment, but they never lie so it must be true.
Anonymous

Thank you!

you're cool
Anonymous

As are you!