Professor Brian Cox: Rockstar Scientist

And here I was, thinking Tesla was the only rockstar scientist. Brian Cox was in an 80′s hair-ish rock band, then a 90′s British pop band, and then he became a particle physicist. Long story short…he’s perfect.

Dear Epic Prof Brian,

You make me happy. Watching you on Jonathan Ross makes me happy. I have hope for the future knowing that “smart people” can now be accepted by society and even idolized to cult status (really, just google yourself for a minute and see what comes up). As a science nerd, you pretty much represent everything I look for in a human of perpetual importance. Sylin’ hair and a degree. Does that make me shallow? Anyway, just sayin’ how crazy awesome you are and generally that you’ll outlast all of us when the zombie apocalypse happens (and it will). Don’t forget that when you repopulate the earth with your trendy-genius babies, you make sure to get them great record contracts too.

Love,

-Estherocket

The End of Ten: Less Brilliant, More Bittersweet

Oh boy. Turn away if you can’t follow nerdisms. Furthermore, turn away if you don’t want any kind of Doctor Who spoilers.

I just watched The End of Time Part II aka the end of David Tennant on Doctor Who and I’m relatively heartbroken. Not as heartbroken as I was at the end of season 2, but enough to physically feel it. Why? He died. Everyone knows that. That’s the point. He “dies” and regenerates and then there’s a new Doctor. Except there can never be another Doctor like David Tennant (in my opinion). I mean, I know that’s what everyone said after Tom Baker left… but still. Matt Smith has to fill pretty huge shoes. And while I want to jump off my couch and scream “I hate you” at his 30 seconds of screen time, I know I have to trust Steven Moffatt’s choice in casting. I know I pulled the same tantrum when Christopher Eccleston left (BECAUSE HE WAS FANTASTIC), so maybe I do have to grow up a little and give them a chance. The end of season 4 was perfect. I was so happy. So so so so happy. Can I have that back please? It was easily the best onscreen reunion I’ve ever seen.

The Best Moment In Time: The Doctor, Rose, Donna, Martha, Captain Jack, Sarah Jane, Jackie, Mickey, and the half human Doctor

Dear Russell T. Davies,

WTF?! I understand you want to raise the stakes and whatever, but seriously, you’re dropping holes in plots like Shia Labeouf. The whole “I’m a new man after I regenerate?” NO. Holding back regeneration for twenty minutes so you can murder the audience by bidding every companion farewell? NO. Having the Doctor done in by radiation when it didn’t kill him in Smith and Jones? NO. You’re awesome. You’re witty. You’re brilliant. So what’s up with forgetting about Harold Saxon in Turn Left? Moreover, what about how no one was supposed to remember Saxon in the first place and then magically everyone recognizes the Master? You really let me down in the very end. Such a build-up, and for what? HOLY SHIT, THE TIME LORDS ARE BACK! TIMOTHY DALTON! WTF, IS THAT GALLIFREY?! I point my gun at you and at you and at you and at you and then I shoot something irrelevant and it’s over. No wait, I’m going to visit EVERYONE first and sport the face of a girl ditched at prom. Everyone will know what I’m doing, except for the audience. And then Matt Smith and his giant forehead pop in at the very end to contradict everything I said about regeneration and continue the “still not Ginger” gag. Pfft. I am heartbroken because of how infinitely let down I am, not because I was stirred by what I saw on the TV. But I’ll give you this, the Ood “singing him to his sleep” made me cry. Good touch with that one. But I’m still mad.

love,

-Estherocket

P.S. I’m going to go watch Torchwood now, thanks.

The tenth doctor. I’ll miss you terribly.

To Leonardo on his 35th birthday

Oh God I’m such a terrible person. I missed Leonardo DiCaprio’s birthday by two days. To celebrate: an open letter.

Dear Leo,

Can I call you Leo? Thanks. Leo, you’re awesome. You’re one of the first Hollywood hunks I ever had on my wall (right there next to Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa). Your role in Titanic was extraordinary. My mother might have had to cover my eyes, but the second time around I saw the WHOLE thing. Since then, you’ve pretty much been up there on a pedestal. Romeo + Juliet might as well have been called Suicide Never Looked So Delicious. The Departed really brought you back into the spotlight for me (ehhh, Gangs of New York) as well as for many others. There was a gap somewhere…it’s okay, not like anyone is keeping tabs on that. What I’m really trying to say, I know it’s kind of convoluted at this point, is that no matter how pompous, pretentious or puffy you get, I’ll still love you. Mostly younger incarnations of you, but still you. You’re a versatile actor. You’ve got great hair. You like the environment. That’s rad. I hope you had a swell birthday with whichever model du jour you’re dating and that you enjoyed yourself plenty.

love,

-Estherocket

P.S. TODAY is my superduperbestfriend’s birthday and to celebrate her fabulous anniversary of existence, I leave you with something that makes both of us happy (and that we might have secretly choreographed in my living room one day).

Really, Chris Brown?

So I was reading an article about Rihanna dishing her bit about former boyfriend Chris Brown and I couldn’t help shaking my head in disgust. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I recently read somewhere else that she was seen leaving MTV with, who else, Chris Brown. I don’t mean to judge. I like Rihanna. I like(d) Chris Brown (flipping beautiful). But if my [non-existent] boyfriend beat the s*** out of me and left me to stumble my way to a police station, I’d slap a restraining order on his crazy ass and/or staple his junk to his leg.

Chris Brown also did a little interview of his own, but honestly, no one cares. I’m sure he’s “very sorry” and his heart is filled with “remorse”, but if you can’t take care of your lady, you ‘aint no real man. At least that’s what my mom says. Rihanna goes on to describe her relationship with Chris as being obsessive, dangerous, destructive and a bunch of other nasty adjectives. Um. Warning sign? No? Just me then. Here’s an open letter for your thoughts.

Dear Rihanna,

You’re awesome. You’re super hot. And frankly, you’re better than this. I know you still “love” him, I know it’s hard to drop someone you really care about, but I also know that no one deserves to be abused, be it physically or mentally. Especially not physically. Only mentally if you’re into it, I guess? Hell, if a man even looks at you the wrong way, you better stick your seven-inch-heel in his eye and ask him if that’s better. If a talented, intelligent(?), and fierce woman like you can’t make it with a man, then none of us have a fighting chance. Be strong. Respect yourself. Take out the trash.

Love,

-Estherocket

P.S. SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HER SECURITY GUARDS WERE! DO THEY GET PAID FOR STARING THE PAINT OFF OF WALLS? I MEAN, REALLY!

Snippets: Names and Birthdays

I’m at work right now because, you know, all the greatest people blog from their desk jobs. I just had a customer come in and reserve a camera and a tripod. Since we have like ten different kinds of tripods, I called my boss at Home Base and  confirmed which one would be best. Apparently, I said the standard “Oh hi, it’s _(insert name here)_” and the customer overheard. The customer then proceeded to comment by saying that my name is very “old and beautiful”. The only reason why I’m even posting this is because I’ve never seen those two words together in the same sentence when refering to my name. I then managed to make a fool of myself and say “Yeah, I’m BIBLICAL”. Foot-in-mouth disease.

That’s not what I meant to say. The name can be found in the Bible. That’s it. The customer still laughed. No harm done. ANYWAY….

Dear Joaquin Phoenix,

Happy Birthday! I’m still naming my son after you, even though you sort of let me down with the whole “rap career” thing. I hope it works out for you, even though I know those things usually don’t. You’re a fabulous actor, I love your movies (especially Ladder 49, way to make me cry for two hours), and I wouldn’t mind marrying you- if the age difference doesn’t bother you, come find me. Well, I hope today has been special. Enjoy your 35th year of being on Earth!

love,

-Estherocket