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The thing about doing the transcripts is you spend a long time with an episode really getting to know it and listening to it and watching bits of it and, well, reacting.
I'm doing 2-13 and I'm up to 41 minutes.
Yeah, I said it didn't work for me the first two times through. I must have watched it a half dozen more just now.
It works. Really really. A lot.
*takes break for a bit*

Transcript: Torchwood 2-13 Exit Wounds
Oddly enough, having every word of the episode written out means that here be SPOILERS. A lot.

Disclaimer: We all know this belongs to the BBC, the very nice people who make pretty guys kiss for us. I pay my licence fee but that don't mean I own any of it. So clearly I'm pretty much hoping they don't mind. But it's not like anyone will be reading these things and not watching, right? Everyone can go watch on the website. But we'll be buying the DVDs and everything. Yes? Yes.

Key:
LOCATION
(stage directions)
emphasis
NAME: of who is saying this bit here
'this is when they're on comms' (or being telepaths, or possibly thinking, not seen to talk)
#singing.#
stuff I added that wasn’t in the subtitles
~~stuff on subtitles but I didn't hear it~~
*action* like in chat, or a *sound effect*.
between // and // they’re talking over each other, same time.

If that all looks a bit complicated please to be coming up with something simpler.

Torchwood 2-13 Exit Wounds

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We have snow. still. on roofs and stuff.
actual white snow.

I'd say this is why my going-out routine has gone bye bye lately but it's just a really good excuse.

I finally changed the lightbulb! Yaay me!
... it stopped working a couple of nights ago. I decided that I wouldn't change it until after Torchwood and Doctor Who. Because there was a small yet avoidable risk I'd fall off a chair or electrocute myself, and I wanted to see Torchwood first.
This, in my head, passes for logic.

I had also decided to buy an actual ladder this time, but no, small rickety chair would do once I'd been awake long enough. This are not logic, just what happened.

It is bright light out right now. The snow went away. You can see sunshine on the curtain, illuminating the crawly beetle thingy.

I has life of much glamour.

I has today and tomorrow and some hours of Tuesday to get my essay done. I haven't started. I haven't finished watching the film.

Grandma's funeral is on Thursday. I keep not-thinking about that. Not-thinking involves a lot of watching television.

Death is stupid. No more story. Lost a piece.

Now I keep on thinking, I'm done with all this being sad bit, undo that, new story instead. Only that doesn't work real well with actual life.

Not-thinking is more fun than thinking by a whole lot.

Have now watched film for essay.
Battleship Potemkin manages to be both boring and upsetting.
We skipped the ending in class. I think because absolutely nothing happens. At length.

I was asleep. Then the door buzzed very briefly and there was crunch crunch of gravel outside. I get to the door, stumbling quickly for there's no good things happen this late at night, and find many other people answering the door too. And nobody trying to get in.

Grrr.

Now I'm all dozy.

Also, I have 40 minutes left before I only have Monday in which to study for and do my essay.
*headdesk*