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Okay, so I lied. I have some time on my hands before I have to sleep so I can wake up at the crack of insane to catch a plane. So I figured I'd tell you the story of how I became a Scottish ninja for David Tennant being as I am neither Scottish or a ninja. See, this weekend I had the pleasure of spending time with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taraljc, pipsqueaky, researchgrrrl, and wyolvr (who are all AMAZING by the way). It went down like this (no spoilers of any kind at all behind the cut tag, just ninjas):
First came my decision that since I already have a crush the size of a planet on David Tennant I should try to be bi for him (there is precedent! see: Gil Grissom). And I did. I tried really, really HARD people. Pips even tried to help me with pictures in a Doctor Who magazine of Tara's which went something (but not exactly) like this:
Pips: *points to wet David Tennant*
Me: *points to funny face making Tennant and cracks up*
Pips: You're doing it wrong.
Pips: *points to severe, determined looking Tennant*
Me: Aw, he needs a kitten. Can I cuddle him?
Pips: No, seriously...you're doing it wrong.
Me: OMG WOULD YOU LOOK AT FREEMA'S ASS?!?
Pips: I give up.
It was during this same time period that poor Tara had the following argument (approximately) with...all of us:
Tara: I don't understand the random Scottish ninjas.
Us: Does there really need to be a reason for ninjas?
Tara: But they made no sense.
Us: Since when do ninjas need to make sense? They are NINJAS.
Tara: Okay but why?
Us: Because they could. Ninjas are awesome.
Tara: Random. Scottish. Ninjas.
Us. WE APPROVE!
Tara: I hate you all.
At this point the phrase "Scottish ninjas. Because we can." became code for anything that didn't make sense but didn't need to because it was AWESOME anyway. And as my quest to Be Bi For David Tennant continued (seriously, David...just don't stand too close to Freema in those jeans again and I'm sure we can work something out!) and Scottish ninjas were flying about...somehow, and I'm still not entirely sure of the exact details, the streams crossed. And so it was decided that I could be a Scotttish Ninja for David Tennant. I don't know exactly what that means, but I think it's a little bit like being a Jew for Jesus maybe? I'm not sure if I'm supposed to proselytize or, like, build a Church of Scottish Ninjas, but I'm totally buying the red pajamas tomorrow.
The End.
taraljc, pipsqueaky, researchgrrrl, and wyolvr (who are all AMAZING by the way). It went down like this (no spoilers of any kind at all behind the cut tag, just ninjas): First came my decision that since I already have a crush the size of a planet on David Tennant I should try to be bi for him (there is precedent! see: Gil Grissom). And I did. I tried really, really HARD people. Pips even tried to help me with pictures in a Doctor Who magazine of Tara's which went something (but not exactly) like this:
Pips: *points to wet David Tennant*
Me: *points to funny face making Tennant and cracks up*
Pips: You're doing it wrong.
Pips: *points to severe, determined looking Tennant*
Me: Aw, he needs a kitten. Can I cuddle him?
Pips: No, seriously...you're doing it wrong.
Me: OMG WOULD YOU LOOK AT FREEMA'S ASS?!?
Pips: I give up.
It was during this same time period that poor Tara had the following argument (approximately) with...all of us:
Tara: I don't understand the random Scottish ninjas.
Us: Does there really need to be a reason for ninjas?
Tara: But they made no sense.
Us: Since when do ninjas need to make sense? They are NINJAS.
Tara: Okay but why?
Us: Because they could. Ninjas are awesome.
Tara: Random. Scottish. Ninjas.
Us. WE APPROVE!
Tara: I hate you all.
At this point the phrase "Scottish ninjas. Because we can." became code for anything that didn't make sense but didn't need to because it was AWESOME anyway. And as my quest to Be Bi For David Tennant continued (seriously, David...just don't stand too close to Freema in those jeans again and I'm sure we can work something out!) and Scottish ninjas were flying about...somehow, and I'm still not entirely sure of the exact details, the streams crossed. And so it was decided that I could be a Scotttish Ninja for David Tennant. I don't know exactly what that means, but I think it's a little bit like being a Jew for Jesus maybe? I'm not sure if I'm supposed to proselytize or, like, build a Church of Scottish Ninjas, but I'm totally buying the red pajamas tomorrow.
The End.