One fat geek's SUCCESSFUL attempt to regenerate into a not-so-fat geek by watching the entirety of Doctor Who while walking on a treadmill

Build a warehouse on a moon, it's never going to be perfect

Build a warehouse on a moon, it's never going to be perfect

Can I tell a story about today that has nothing to do with Doctor Who or treadmills? Ok, cool. So, my son is autistic. He is also a Disney geek. In particular, he has kind of a thing for Snow White. Nearly seven years ago, when Snow White's Scary Adventures closed permanently, he had a very special encounter with her, which you can see here:

This afternoon Ben and I were at Epcot, where he likes to go every Sunday to take pictures of characters. At the Snow White meet & greet, it turned out to be the very same Snow who had visited with Ben in the video above. Ben recognized her immediately, and was delighted. She was also overjoyed to see Ben again for the first time in years. She couldn't break character, but she did all kinds of verbal flips and twists to express just how much that day had meant to her, and how happy she was to see Ben again. It was just an amazing encounter all around. How cool is that? 

Anyway, getting back to Doctor Who...

This is us, forever. Our moment in time.

This is us, forever. Our moment in time.
"Ordinary people who've lived here all their lives, whipped into a frenzy to be part of a mob. Nothing worse than when normal people lose their minds. We've lived together for decades, Hindu, Muslim and Sikh, and now we're being told our differences are more important than what unites us. Like we learned nothing in the war. I don't know how we protect people, when hatred's coming from all sides."
"Well, all we can strive to be is good men. And you, Prem, are a good man."

Well, Can People and Things Stop Putting Stuff Inside Me Without My Permission?

Well, Can People and Things Stop Putting Stuff Inside Me Without My Permission?

The joy of Sundays is that I get to sleep in, and then do my workout at a nice, leisurely time in the late morning. Usually Sunday afternoons are reserved for Epcot with my son to photograph Alice in Wonderland and Snow White, but due to rainy conditions I didn't even need to rush out the door to do that.  The rain isn't awesome, but compared to the rest of the country that seems to be buried under snow I am good with it. (Although I get to go visit snow in Colorado a week from Tuesday, so I'll get in my six days of winter soon enough.) As for today's treadmill viewing, this story the end of a cycle of five consecutive stories that follow on to each other one right after the other. It also reunites the regenerated Doctor with her regenerated TARDIS. I have thoughts about that.

I Was Expecting a Tentacle-y Thing

I Was Expecting a Tentacle-y Thing

Today, after six months of wading through spin-offs, I finally returned to Doctor Who proper. When I crossed the finish line of Phase One of this ridiculous project, the latest season was still months away from airing. Today, then, I started a re-watch of the Thirteenth Doctor's first season -- this time while walking on a treadmill, as any sensible fan should view it. 

Chekhov's Gun

Chekhov's Gun

Well, that's it. As of today I have now watched every single episode of any official BBC-licensed Doctor Who related television program ever broadcast. It has taken my just shy of two years. I still have a few other things to watch, like the two Peter Cushing movies, a couple of animated web productions, and then some random half-licensed or unlicensed things like Shakedown and The Stranger. Tomorrow I will start watching the most recent season with the Thirteenth Doctor, which I have already seen but have not yet seen while walking on the treadmill. But the bottom line is that I can honestly now say that I have seen literally every Doctor Who television story ever. That's dang near a thousand episodes covering over fifty five years of broadcasting, and that includes watching complete reconstructions of the lost episodes (and God would I love to see the original broadcast versions of Marco Polo and The Faceless Ones). So... how cool is that?

No One Leaves Home Unless Home is the Mouth of a Shark

Feb 04 2019
No One Leaves Home Unless Home is the Mouth of a Shark

Today's penultimate episode of Class was unique from all the others, and I will get to that below, but first I want to talk about a line of dialog from Miss Quill quoting from the poem Home by Warsan Shire. "No one leaves home," she says, "Unless home is the mouth of a shark." I try not to get too political on this blog, although I make no bones about the fact that I am a card-carrying bleeding-heart liberal. Researching this poem, it absolutely speaks one of the biggest issues plaguing my own country today. Please follow that link and read the entire poem, it speaks to the refugee experience. Her in the United States we currently have a xenophobic president who seems hell-bent on stirring up fear and hatred against immigrants, describing them as rapists and murderers while begrudgingly admitting that some of them might be nice people. It is horrifying. We can be better. We can have immigration policies that maintain security without dehumanizing immigrants, or ripping children away from families and locking them in kennels. "I want to go home," says Shire, "but home is the mouth of a shark, home is the barrel of a gun, and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore..." 

The Meteoric Asteroid of Truth

The Meteoric Asteroid of Truth

Today was a particularly good day on the treadmill. I kept a faster pace through the entire workout than I have since last November, and while it was a battle towards the end it felt really good. I feel like I am pushing myself back in the right direction. In terms of my five-day moving average I am certainly back on the right track. I keep trying to tell myself that this is not about weight, but honestly it kind of is a little bit. I mean, don't get me wrong - I am thrilled with what I have achieved with this ridiculous project, but I also feel like I can still achieve a bit more. As for Class, today's story was a Bottle Episode. So that's kinda weird.

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