Nine out of ten cats prefer Moriarty to Mariachi.
I took part in NaNoWriMo this year. By the 29th of November, I’d hit 50,000 words, and I was excited. Then I kind of let it go for a couple of weeks. The novel’s currently at 52,000 words, and is about three or four thousand more words away from completion.
Continue reading ‘On finalising NaNoWriMo and playing with netbook hardware’
The trams are out, and I missed the replacement bus. So I took the train. I should’ve easily made my 12.30 shift at work.
But no. It’s now 1.02 and I’m still on the train, so that should give you an idea of my time of arrival at work. It hasn’t happened yet, basically.
We were delayed at North Melbourne due to the signals system crashing. The driver said ten minutes.
One hour and seven minutes later, I’m still sitting on the train, itself sitting halfway between North Melbourne and Southern Cross.
Three men have left the train and traversed the tracks, finally climbing over the fence and across into the real world.
And now, my butt is aching.
Page 86 of Doctor Who and the Abominable Snowmen:
Padmasambvha was a good man, thought the Doctor. One of the best men I’ve ever known.
Anyone else remember Dapol? More to the point, anyone remember their amazing range of Doctor Who toys? They did everything: TARDISes filled with jelly babies, yo-yos and even a Dalek snowman.
Back in 1997, at the tender age of six, I nagged my father into buying me my very first Doctor Who toy, this guy, the Seventh Doctor with a grey coat and an umbrella. Of course, over the years, the umbrella lost its paint, then its handle, then the rest of it disappeared. Similarly, poor Seven lost both his thumbs. As time passed, I collected friends and enemies and TARDISes to accompany him. I even got a second Seven (umbrella and thumbs intact).
But all throughout my childhood, something plagued me. Something was missing from my collection, something I had yearned for ever since I’d seen the back of my first Seventh Doctor’s packaging.
Continue reading ‘My childhood is now complete (or: How I actually spend my money)’
Character Options just had to produce this. Say ‘hello’ to the new contender for Creepiest Piece of Merchandise Ever.
And considering how much The Almost People emphasised the humanity and importance of the lives of the Gangers, it is possibly also one of the most tasteless products I have ever seen sold anywhere. (Though it’s about as tasteless as an exploded Dalek, come to think of it.)
That’s the last time I found the Cybermen scary. Properly scary. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved every Cyberman design since, particularly The Invasion and Cybus designs. But let me tell you why only the original Cybermen freaked me out.
Continue reading ‘When the Cybermen were terrifying (or: Body horror in Doctor Who)’
I went into this book wanting to enjoy it. Well, more than that—I was expecting to enjoy it. After all, it was written by Terry Jones and based on a game by Douglas Adams.
What wouldn’t be to enjoy?
I went to the Socceroos vs. NZ match last night. It started off promisingly—there were four grown men three rows behind us in Iron Men masks. It got better when a dude behind us yelled, “Give him a tissue!” when one of the Kiwi players was down.
My favourite part, though, was when the guy behind us, who had his two young sons with him, screamed at a referee, “Offside, you fuckwit!”
The trailers made it look like it would be pretty good. The reviews were calling it ”the scariest movie of the decade”.
It wasn’t too bad. I’m usually a jumpy person who doesn’t like such movies. The night and the dark used to terrify me. I used to have night terrors where I’d awake screaming.
Further to my previous story of old male unsexiness from work, there’s more oddness that has happened recently to weave a tale from. It’s a short one, but a weird one.
It all began some three weeks ago, on my first day…
Continue reading ‘Another strange tale from the world of consumer electronics’
