Perhaps we have destroyed my willing suspension of disbelief

From the Christmas Invasion. This is meant to take place in a council estate, which I am led to understand, is a budget construction job so it can be a budget living space.


Note the wall that the comedy attack tree has cartooned through. Insulation! In an interior wall. That's not how you cut costs when you are building a low cost high rise.

The mainstreaming continues

Here's an image from an electronics company's new product press release:

A good scare

I see that Tooth and Claw gets a "5" on the BBC Fear Factor Panel. Last year there was only one episode that recieved a "5" (The Empty Child), so that bodes well.

And it's the same kids. They're a year older. They are harder to scare!

"(9 [minutes in]) As things beging to get scary, Harry adopts the foetal position."

I'm looking forward to this one.

to clarify

This is an intelligent man. He is kind and charitable. Children look up to him. Women swoon at his handsome features. Grown men weep at the thought that they might be compared to him. Puppies trudge through driving rainstorms just for the opportunity to lick his nose.

When an apex such as this chooses to sneer at people who are just off enjoying themselves, it is undoubtedly done in the best of faith. He merely wants to help his fellow man achieve the greatness that he enjoys. And who can blame him. He is truly content. His life is perfect. He basks in his position as God's favorite.

I, as an imperfect person, must work to correct the flaws in my character. One of these flaws is the nagging suspicion that he is a sad, humorless gargoyle who reflexively slashes at anyone who does not expend all of their energy on whatever trifles he enjoys, just so he can feel that his worthless, rapidly ending life was in some way worth the effort that he may have spent on it.

See what a wretch I am? The man is a Hercules and I am unworthy to breathe his air.

Oh well.

A Changeable Klutz

American Doctor Who Fandom attracts the notice of Time Magazine, 1984.

TARDIS 22

This is the flyer for the Chicago convention. I recieved it because I was on the list after attending in previous years.


I can't remember if I actually went to this one. I believe that I did not.

Leaping from the archives!

I was under the impression that all of my Doctor Who stuff pre-1987 had been stolen.

No!

I've been going through my old files and found a few goodies that I had filed with my role-playing stuff by mistake. (Ghu, I am a nerd).

I shall scan and post soon.