Best Toy Ever!

One of my co-workers sent me a bit of script where you put your name in and the computer tells you your ideal job. I have concluded that it doesn't like me, as it took several variations on my name before it gave me the cool job of Top Gun Pilot. After being told off for inspiring hysterics in the guy sitting next to me (it said one of our colleagues should be a circus freak - if you know him, you'd have hysterics too) I took to entering the names of fictional characters. It gave me things like this:

Charles Xavier: Cowboy
Magneto: Porn star

Then, because I am obsessed and have nothing better to do, I went through the entire list of Doctor Who companions. Sometimes I had to enter names a few different ways to avoid duplicates.

( Amusing suggestions below the cut. )

I make my own fun. If anyone is as bored as I am, feel free to put forward your own name or that of your favourite character.

Doctor Who Fanfic: Souvenirs

Not any of the many things I'm meant to be writing, but at least it's a story. Um, yay?

Rating: PG

Summary: Time travel leaves its mark on Martha Jones.

Continuity: Some indeterminate point in the future travels of Ten and his fabulous current companion. No specific spoilers for the new series.

( Unless 'there's a companion called Martha Jones' is a spoiler for you, in which case I apologise for ruining the surprise. )

More Ideal Jobs

I swear, I will never get bored of this bit of script! Every time I think I have seen everything that's programmed into it, it throws another one at me. Career guidance from the magic computer thingy:

- the coalition of the willing -

George W. Bush: Vibrator tester
Tony Blair: Professional Tramp
John Howard: Lap dancer

... I cannot help thinking they would do less damage this way.

- actors! -

Ian McKellen: Monkey Impressionist
Patrick Stewart: Prime Minister (I think we should campaign for this.)

apathocles wanted Transfomers, and who am I to refuse her?

( Cut for those not as easily amused as yours truly. )