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Today, at Comic Con in San Diego, BitchBuzz writer and all around geek-girl rock star Kate Kotler nabbed an exclusive chat with Jonathan Ross about Doctor Who for BitchBuzz.
Even better? He emailed Kate an exclusive photo of David Tennant's ass.
Oh, and Russell T Davies loves the name BitchBuzz.
Image courtesy of Jonathan Ross for BitchBuzz
I feel a little bit like I broke up with someone.
I have that bittersweet blank canvas feeling.
And it's nice. Really nice.
It wasn't so much the sunshine and the tan-lines that made my mind open up and finally see how things really are... it was just stepping back.
Perspective.
Maybe it was standing on top of lighthouses. Maybe it was standing on the roof of a speedway, watching the cars crash and spin below. Maybe it was watching lightning storms that were miles away at eye level.
But it just suddenly dawned on me.
Just how things are. I felt the chemicals in my brain balance out into my favor, and I practically laughed.
I realized that all of my energy was being placed into one spot. If you have dozens and dozens of fireflies, why stick them all in one jar?
I want to stick my pretty little fingers in all of my favorite pies. Spread my passion and energy in to various yet guided directions.
I'm sitting here in my grandparents back porch.
There is a steady rise and fall in the constant hum of the cicadas, the frogs, and the crickets that live in the many trees that surround their house.
There are four bedrooms. A pool. My grandfather's chair from the University of Michigan, and a pantry full of liquor.
The last time I was here, it was for my mother's wedding to my step dad. I was 20, freshly tattooed, and mid-therapy. I brought a boyfriend into this house I wish I never had - but it's as if nobody even remembers he was here.
It's my husband's 30th birthday, today. Our only plan today was to have no plan. (And then a BBQ. And then the beach if the heavens permit.)
I've had a gigantic spider on my foot, ants in the dishwasher and mosquitoes sucking the blood out of my legs. There are mysterious bugs and reptiles everywhere I look, but somehow the safety of this house makes it all OK.
It's weird being surrounded by so many people that know me, when I spend hundreds of days at a time, in the company of strangers, unfamiliar buildings, and accents I can't place.
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