I was recently asked to review Doctor Who.
There’s a couple of things I have to say about that.
Firstly, I appreciate the challenge, really. And I have, in fact, seen the entire 9th-10th Doctor seasons along with the first season of the 11th Doctor.
Honestly, it’s quite a bit to watch, it’s also quite good, however a proper review would have to be taken by-season. It’s really long, and I unfortunately don’t have the time for it.
I might share my thoughts about it later though, keep an eye out.
So originally I put up my tumblr to rant and philosophize, and maybe even post some poetry or photography, but it turns out my life is busy and full of strange turns.
I’ve decided to give some thought to becoming a reviewer, but base myself entirely on my interests groups.
For now I’ll give it a try. Though I watch anime, I’ll avoid it, since it’s the crowd’s a little zealous and much too strange and diverse.
I’ll review movies, TV series and cartoons as I watch them, hopefully as they come out if I have the money for it or if there’s a request to do so. I do promise to do research, back up my reasoning and deconstruct them as much as possible to simple things like:
-Did I like it?
-Was it entertaining?
-Was the writing good?
-Was it visually appealing?
-Was it well made overall?
-Were the actors good and well selected?
-Is it worth watching?
These seem simple enough to go by and I’ll try and produce a review a week or so.
If you have advice or requests, please feel free to let me know; I know my opinion is just that, but sometimes it’s nice to know if someone agrees with you for the right reasons, or not ;p
down under the diminishing dawn of
that amazing awful spring morning
weakness wrecked havoc with what
was left of the body of him
that shell wondered worried for
what seemed longer than necessary
under starry skies and with a dry
pallet, he did now sleep and fasted
not because he cleansed or wasn’t
tired, but because, believe it or not
he was full, fed up with wasted worries
stories that should never be told
terrible truths of a tangible experience
a tangle of them to be truly truthful;
time went on without waiting for,
and from it all nothing was gained
a long list of losses was left, more
than would normally be necessary
to, regrettably, relinquish one’s own
right to be happy, so that was that
nowadays no one really knows
everyone should know nothing, but
they think they know, which is,
in truth the sickening sad part
the ordeal is just begun, in part
the last and longest road is just
ahead, and instead of looking back
forward is the only way, across…
the languished limbs of your laterals only lengthen the ludicrous,
yet incredibly indistinguishable indications
of a dangerously deviant despair