Ignore the Shooty Dog Thing at Your Own Peril

This is my sci-fi fandom love post for Dr. Who's "School Reunion" and the first two episodes of Torchwood. Spoilers below the cuts.

( Do try the chips )

( You people and your quaint little labels )

Fictional Spouses!

A thread on the most recent and utterly insanse Fandon Wank HP post (those people are crazy like no one else) was all about fictional spouses. Being greedy, I snagged the Tenth Doctor and Captain Wentworth. So if you could snag any fictional spouse, or heck, a whole set of them, who would you take and why?

For my own haremspouses, here's my list:

The Tenth Doctor - Life would never be boring and the Dear knows he could use some company. Though ultimately, I don't see him as the marrying type - alas.
Captain Wentworth - He looks good in a peacoat! He's faithful and dashing and patient and..*swoons herself*..and yes, very good potential husband.
Mr. Darcy - If any woman of reasonable intelligence and moderate wit imagines herself as Elizabeth Bennett, then Mr. Darcy is going to be high on your list of ideal partners.
Melrose Plant - He's witty! He's handsome! He would do the crossword with you on a lazy Sunday and be nice abouit finishing way before you.
Any of the men from SG/SGA - Yeah. Nuff said. Because you can't choose one.

Lift Every Voice

Got back from choir a little while ago and it was exquisite - I've missed singing so much! Our church has a nice small choir, too, and so it's just the perfect size. We're singing Handel (my old nemesis!) and some lovely pieces for services I'll actually be here for, unlike Christmas Eve, where I'll be back at my old church, St. Andrew's. But singing leaves me feeling so peaceful yet energetic - like I 'connect' to the universe more when I sing and that sensation lingers for quite a while.

*hopes that feeling can get her through her archaeology reading*