Doctor Who blogging: “The Snowmen”
This isn’t a story: it’s a wibbly-wobbly fuzzy-wuzzy ball of Doctor Who goo.
This isn’t a story: it’s a wibbly-wobbly fuzzy-wuzzy ball of Doctor Who goo.
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…

There’s an alchemy here that brings together the best of screen and the best of stage…
Can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…
I really like Anne Hathaway’s sad take on “The Dream I Dreamed”…
I gotta go with The Hobbit. I think I might well be happy to have no other movie but The Hobbit to watch this year.
The box office is open, but don’t try getting a ticket for tonight.
Revolution, mes frères! (via Americablog)
Here’s what you have to do in order to survive *The Star Wars Holiday Special*: Don’t watch it. If you must, then 1) Have alcohol or some other inebriating substance close to hand — a rock to bang against your skull will do in a pinch. And 2) Remember that your tender 10-year-old self probably witnessed this atrocity the one time it aired on TV to unsuspecting, nay, *eager* audiences, and suffered such psychological trauma that your brain blocked off the memory in order to spare you further harm; know that you may suddenly experience violent flashbacks to Christmas 1978 as that mental wound is viciously reopened.