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08 July 2008 @ 10:47 am
my brain…  

…it has been entirely eaten by Doctor Who. I don’t read or write fic, and don’t even *want* to (except those other two Methos novels I’d like to write someday), but damn, I am *totally happy* doing nothing but sitting around thinking about Doctor Who, and admiring the icons people’ve made. I would be perfectly happy sitting around making a zillion icons myself. One that somebody made has made me want to try making a *fanvid*, for God’s sake. I have neither time nor talent for it, but damned if I don’t want to. Srsly. Stick a fork in me, I’m done.

Except, of course, I’m *not* done, and I can’t spend a million happy mindless hours playing with images and text and making new icons, and I don’t have any MU*s left upon which I can RP, which sounds *exactly* like the right speed just now. Of course, it’s just as well I don’t, because I’m still working on this damned book. I got the first eleven chapters and about half of chapter 12 (where the book broke) revised yesterday. I’ve got to add a new scene still, and then fix 13-16, where a WHOLE LOT MORE stuff happens before I get to where chapter 17 currently starts. It will be better when I’m done, but at the moment, well. I’d rather watch Doctor Who.

I failed to take a picture for Project365 yesterday. I don’t know what that means. Do I quit? (I’m not having much fun with it right now, in part because I don’t have very many brain cells to dedicate to it, so I’m ending up with a lot of last-minute cat pictures. Whee.) Do I just say “oops, missed a day?” Do I add a day on to the end? I donno what to do.

This morning’s bizarre dream featured the cast of Questionable Content, who were all in Paragon City, which happened to be located in Hawaii. Faye woke up pregnant (she and, er, apparently Marten, were trying to get her that way), and in the dream the comic strip went like this: black frame, black frame, black frame, black frame with a white text box with a “!” inside it, black frame with Faye sitting up with really big eyes, black frame with her saying, “Oh my God!”. Next page: Faye, Dora and Raven were baby-shower shopping (in color). Next page: they had all become black and white and were standing in front of a mirror. They were all wearing different styles of 1920s dresses in 1960s print fabric, and all had Lulu short sharp bobbed haircuts. Next page, Hannelore is in black and white and terrified by it, and then her hair (which had gotten a lot longer) started glowing neon green, making her the sort of first in Pleasantville to become colorized, and people flocked to her. I was not part of this, you understand. I was reading it. And then I ended up having dinner with agrimony/Tara and several others, some of whom may have been fictional and others of whom may have been, like, Ellen Kushner, and there were superheroics and disappointment that my books weren’t shelved in the restaurant’s tiny “fairyland” bookstore, and…

I think I need to start exercising and going to bed earlier. o.O Although I’ve been just sleeping for *crap* the last couple nights anyway, so I don’t think that without the exercise going to bed earlier would do any good.

(x-posted from the essential kit)
 
 
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rfrancis on July 8th, 2008 09:19 pm (UTC)
Doctor Who has been, is, and apparently will continue to be my favorite TV show ever. I wish I'd saved it, and I just wasted a bunch of time searching to see if I had, but once someone asked about people's favorite fiction characters ever or somesuch thing, and I realized mine's the Doctor, because honest to goodness, geeky and lame as it may be of me, he has always represented ideas that are core to who I am: that being clever, and moreover, just KNOWING THINGS is vastly preferable to being tough or mean or violent, that every single life including the ones that you don't know at all is incredibly precious, that authority is meant to be questioned, and of course, that dressing weird is fun.

You know that David Brin thing where he compares Star Trek (democratic, everyone can pitch in, etc) to Star Wars (elitist, you have to be born a Chose One to matter, etc)? It always perplexed me that anyone would ignore the vastly preferable messages of Doctor Who -- that a "nobody" (like Donna Noble) can be the most important person in the universe under the right circumstances, that courage isn't in putting on uniforms and going to war but in putting on compassion and going to save, that you don't need an Alliance or a Star Fleet or whatever else to tell you what you can be, you can just GO BE IT. (Indeed, all institutions and organizations are viewed with vast suspicion in the entire history of Doctor Who. I'm down with that.)

Yeah. I love me some Doctor Who.
kit: drwhomizkit on July 8th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
You know, Ted and I were having basically this discussion just a couple of days ago. Talking about how the entire point of Doctor Who is how this is a man (or whatever) who is *utterly fascinated* by life, and who finds it exciting and interesting and wonderful in all its forms, and how it's basically an inherently not-American idea. If the US did a version of Doctor Who it would mutate into an action-adventure kill-'em-all kind of story in very little time. And that would be terrible, because the Doctor is much, much better than that.

So I'm basically right there with you on this, only, you know, a little late to the game... :)
rfrancis on July 8th, 2008 11:48 pm (UTC)
A telling bit was in the early 1970s, where Jon Pertwee insisted on playing an action hero version of the Doctor. An action hero who detested the violence of UNIT, never used a weapon, and when he got into altercations, stopped his opponents with "Venusian aikido," using an immobilizing nerve press that caused no damage and from which they promptly recovered thereafter. I mean, he didn't even punch people. :)

I have issues with Davies as writer from time to time, but I am grateful to him for not only bringing the Doctor back but So Totally Getting It and communicating the idea of the champion of life (the novels say Champion of Time, but screw them) to a new batch of viewers. Does it get ridiculously messianic from time to time? Sure, but there's a reason people look for messiahs, you know?
Pamelajeditigger on July 9th, 2008 12:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, holy crow, I'd forgotten all that about Pertwee. And his ruffled shirt. Hahahahaha.