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The American people will eat their Federally-distributed fake crab legs and soy tuna substitute and like it. However, not to worry — all of us in the time-traveling business know that after the Federal takeover of the waters the fish bred freely, and soon evolved into a race of ruthless, cunning aquatic warriors, who first took over the seas, then the land (slaughtering all life upon it including all human life — what, you think that killer whale killing that trainer was just some sort of bizarre accident?), and then raised the seas so that nothing but the highest mountain ranges were exposed. There they sent recalcitrant subjects to be executed. The rest of the time was spent worshipping and invoking Great Cthulhu, who finally (in what would have been the year 167299 AD) gained enough strength to return from the chaotic other nothingness, and that was the beginning of the Great Devouring, when the armies of the Great Old One set forth from the former Earth and started a war in which whole galaxies were not just destroyed, but made to never have been formed and existed at all.

If only humanity had been more vigilant.

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This is beyond awesome:

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…So shrieks the headline on the Daily Mail site. Journalists! Where would we be without them to tell us stuff we’ve already known for years? In any case, this “scary plot” the article is going on about apparently happened during the Seventh Doctor era, when Sylvester McCoy was (miscast as, some said) the Doctor, and the scripts and production values were basically shit — which is saying something considering “classic” Who was always a ramshackle affair. But I think by that time — the late 80s — viewership of the show had gone down to about forty very dedicated fans who had not been out of their basements since Patrick Troughton played the Doctor. In any case, the scheme was a big old fail, as we all know, and the only thing to get deposed was the show itself, which was put “on hiatus” for over fifteen years (except for that movie in 1996, which I suppose does count).

But don’t think that the NuWho people didn’t play that game too. The rise and fall of Prime Minister Harriet Brown (yesweknowwhoyouare) had elements of Thatcher-slamming wish fulfilment, and I’m pretty sure there was an open snark against Thatcher in one of the episodes, though I can’t remember which. I’ll leave the misogynistic undertone that permeated the Russell T. Davies least as regards middle-aged women unremarked upon and just say that Margaret Thatcher seems to have become Britain’s Richard M. Nixon, at least as far as its artistic community is concerned. I certainly hope that they drop this theme for the upcoming series. Matt Smith is surely too young to even remember Thatcher; and the constant Nixon-fear was something that made The X-Files so tiresome.

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It’s currently 3 degrees Fahrenheit according to the weather widget on my Ubuntu menu bar. Brrr! It’s pretty warm here, but I think I’ll wear some socks to bed.

Anyway, I’ve fled here to my home space because I can’t take the Doctor/Rose shippers on Tumblr tonight. Translated from the fannese, that refers to young kids who just discovered there’s this cool British scifi series called Doctor Who, and it stars this fab tall skinny guy, and he traveled around in his time machine with this needy — excuse me, loyal and loving — blond chick who is totally his girlfriend and they love each other but oh noes! they are tragically separated forever and ever which means for just the end of one season because the whole next season is spent with him mooning over her (his new girl is some other person of no significance) and then the next season he is still mooning but now he’s traveling with a fab red-headed older woman who is So Not His Girlfriend but she is fabulous because she totally understands his need to moon over the blond chick, who then comes back! because “forever” means “until the plot demands it and the actress who played Blondie has time in her busy schedule of playing a prostitute on another tv show” but then — oh noes! tragedy! the Doctor has to lose her again (but he fobs her off on a Xerox copy of himself, but sadness he has no telepathic link with his other self and in fact doesn’t seem to like his clone very much — insert OOC psychiatric problem of your choice here — so he won’t even get to feel Blondie and his other self make sweet sweet love in their parallel world) and he also loses the redheaded woman to Plot-Induced Amnesia…

…And then we forget about the blond chick entirely for the next season of specials. Really entirely — I don’t think Rose is even mentioned. This is possibly because the new object of Blond Emo-lust is the resurrected Master, who I now think was turned blond not because they wanted to show that something had “gone wrong” with the Master’s return — all the people-eating and Skeletor-zapping pretty much illustrated that — but as outgoing head writer Russell T. Davies’ way of inserting a little trubute to Rose.

And this is how a character I used to like got ruined for me. Anyway, seeing people gush about the Doctah an’ Wose on my Tumblr list really irritated me tonight. So good night.

Argh! I hate not being interested in anything! Basically I feel like this about everything right now:

Meh

If you need me I’ll be over on Tumblr wasting time.

Jim Treacher now lives a lot closer to me than he used to when I lived in Florida. Now he lives in Washington DC, which is only about three hours away from me here in western Virginia. Not that, you know, I plan to stalk him or anything like that. But it’s flattering that he moved to this area just to be near me.

What? Of course that’s why he moved! Oh, sure, he’s got some sort of “job” at some sort of new media website empire thing. Like that means anything.

Something in the previous post was screwing up this theme, which I really wanted to use, so I put it back in draft. Anyway, I’m currently back on the slooooooowwwwww desktop. I’ve decided I’m going to get the RAM upgrade though. Soon. Before I start foaming at the mouth. Then I’m going to wipe this hard drive clean and reinstall Windows. Nothing like a nice, clean, reinstall. I’m even thinking of doing one on the laptop with Ubuntu. It’s starting to run slow again, not to mention Firefox will. Not. Stay. Open. Even though there have been half a dozen updates since. None of them for Firefox for Linux, though. So I’ve been using Opera on the laptop which is okay, but has quirks of its own.

Anyway, what I’ve been doing: well, not much, beyond swearing at my computers and sitting on the couch. Well I have been working — part time but four hours five days a week is better than the 0 hours 0 days a week I’d previously been working. And my boss gave me his old vacuum cleaner, which I really needed because my sinuses have been acting way up due to having to keep the windows closed in this old house. Though today it’s so warm (I realize that a few months ago I would not have described temperatures in the low fifties as anywhere near “warm” but that was before I’d experienced piles and piles of snow everywhere) that I could very well open the windows now. People are outside wearing short-sleeved shirts; I won’t go that far but I just went out with my only outer covering the fuzzy jacket I bought at Walmart for seven bucks.

Speaking of Walmart, look what I bought to back up my valuable internet pr0n collection files. People complain about not having flying cars and jetpacks in 2010, but who needs those when you can stuff 4 GB of info onto something smaller than the first joint of your thumb. For less than fifteen bucks. Remember when people were all excited about 3 1/4 inch diskettes to replace those huge old floppies that were like the records I used to cut out of the backs of cereal boxes when I was a kid? Well I do. I also remember when dinosaurs walked the earth, but never mind that now. Anyway, I think this tiny little flash drive is beyond cool.

Aaaand… I actually started this post in the afternoon, and then a million things intervened — laundry, needing to go to the convenience store for detergent, passing a local bookstore on the way that was going out of business and buying some books and then telling my friend about it and when he saw the books I got (Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Marble Faun, The Paris Sketchbook by William Makepeace Thackeray, and Boswell’s Journal Of A Tour To The Hebrides (I’m a sucker for travel diaries and diaries in general and the Hawthorne thing is a murder mystery that I hope is more interesting than The House Of Seven Gables)) my friend jumped up, grabbed his coat, ran out the door, and came back an hour later asking me to help him go fetch about twenty books and a big table thing he had bought… And then I was exhausted and wanted pizza so the pizza had to be ordered. And then I started having fun on Tumblr with someone who posted this moronic cartoon about the health care manufactured “crisis” and he unfollowed me so I expect any minute now to read all sorts of sad posts about how I’ve ruined the nice safe friendly community with my meanness. Life is good.