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

Is the future going to be all girl?

Jul 16 2017
Is the future going to be all girl?

The BBC just made their big reveal, announcing the Thirteenth Doctor. Welcome aboard, Jodie Whittaker! If you don't know her, she was the grieving mother in Broadchurch (and thus not a surprising choice from Broadchurch creator and new Doctor Who showrunner Chris Chibnal). I can hear the anguished screams of NerdBros all across the internet, and their tears are sweet, sweet nourishment. I'm all in.

You Know He's Evil, 'Cause He's Wearing an Eye Patch

You Know He's Evil, 'Cause He's Wearing an Eye Patch

At the end of the fourth episode of Inferno there is an audible countdown to when the drill is going to break through the Earth's crust. For a full two minutes, at ten second intervals, a voice announces "Zero minus one minute thirty seconds...  zero minus one minute twenty seconds...", etc. During that entire sequence I was just about ready to collapse on the treadmill, and really wanted anything but to be reminded of the time remaining before I could stop. I'm tellin' ya, it was brutal. But despite that, I pushed through to the very end and completed my full fifty-five minutes because I would hate to disappoint you, my imaginary readers.

As to the story itself, it's a good'n. Let's talk about that.

They Delved Too Greedily and Too Deep

They Delved Too Greedily and Too Deep

Before I talk about today's viewing, a huge shout out to Simon Fisher-Becker (Dorium Maldovar), Daphne Ashbrook (Grace Holloway), and Sylvester McCoy (if I have to tell you who he played, you are reading the wrong blog). This evening I met all three of them, and they were the first Doctor Who actors to sign my Time Treadmill inspiration poster. They were also, all three of them, very nice. I had a lovely chat with Mr. Fisher-Becker about Patrick Troughton and pure historicals. Ms Ashbrook could not have been sweeter in her support of this project. As for Mr. McCoy, what can I say? He was sharp, witty, and just a lovely gentleman. I am really thrilled that I got to meet them all and talk, if very briefly.

As for today's episodes, they were pretty dang good. Inferno most definitely falls into the "science run amok" genre of stories, all about a project to drill through the Earth's mantle to harness a new power source. Oddly enough, things do not go well.

Let's talk about that.

Radioactive Astronaut Zombies

Radioactive Astronaut Zombies

After my huge weight loss last week, I am now in serious bounce-back territory and that's frustrating. So I just continue to plug away and do my thing, one foot in front of the other, and remind myself that daily numbers make me insane. It doesn't help that the current story is most certainly sagging in the middle. How many times can Liz Shaw be kidnapped in one episode? She managed it twice in under 25 minutes today. Good lord, I still have two more days on Ambassadors of Death, and I might just break down and start drinking while I am on the treadmill before this is over.

Let's talk about that.

Ground Control to Major Not-Tom

Ground Control to Major Not-Tom

There is a sequence in the first episode of The Ambassadors of Death in which some music plays that is clearly meant to be an homage to the song A Whiter Shade of Pale. In fact, the TARDIS Data Core says that the song is actually played, but it certainly wasn't there at least on the Region 1 DVD. I am very curious whether the wiki is wrong, or if there as a clearance issue for the DVD release and the music had to be subbed in with a sound-alike. Either that's the case and they did a very nice job of filling in the section, or else composer Dudley Simpson did a lovely job of evoking the song without infringing to begin with. Either way it is a nifty sequence showing a rescue space capsule docking with a drifting and unresponsive Mars capsule. As for the rest of the story so far?

Well, let's talk about that.

Miserably Hot Synchronicity

Miserably Hot Synchronicity

Yesterday morning the air conditioning at my house went out. For those of you, my dear imaginary readers, who do not know, I live in Central Florida where on a typical Saturday in July it is roughly equivalent to the surface of the sun outside. Being a weekend, it was difficult to get a repair person out to look at it, and so by this morning it got to be well over 90 degrees inside my home. Because I would never want to disappoint you, I got on my treadmill anyway to watch the final episode of The Silurians. As it turns out the big final threat at the climax of the story was a Silurian plot to increase the surface temperature of the Earth by destroying the Van Allen Belt and thus make the climate unlivable for the human race. I'm just sayin' that as I plodded away on my treadmill, sweating away in the stultifying heat, I could viscerally relate to the story.

Let's talk about that.

Science Montage!

Science Montage!

Before I get to Doctor Who I need to crow a little: I did a fair bit of acting throughout high school and college, but I hung it up around the time my son was diagnosed as being autistic. That was more than twenty years ago. Last December I dipped my toes back in, and was cast in a professional drama at the Orlando Repertory Theatre, although it was a very small show. I vowed that in 2017 I would do at least one show, and just yesterday I received an offer (which I accepted) to appear in the Garden Theatre's production of Annie this winter. I had auditioned all the way back in early May, and was so grateful that by that point I had been doing this Time Treadmill project for three months already. If I hadn't already lost a bunch of weight and built up some stamina, the movement audition would have killed me. So I have you to thank, my dear imaginary readers, for cheering me on through this process hand helping me to not only get in better shape but to live my dream. This is no small community theatre production, but a serious professional show at a well-respected theatre in the region. As of yesterday afternoon, I am an actual paid, working, professional actor, and that is pretty cool.

And on top of that, I still get to watch Doctor Who every single day. How sweet is that. And speaking of Who, today's viewing of The Silurians unexpectedly swerved from being an Invasion story to being a Plague Outbreak story.

Let's talk about that.

Every Problem Looks Like a Nail

Every Problem Looks Like a Nail

There is an old adage, sometimes referred to as the law of the instrument, which basically says if you're only tool is a hammer then every problem looks like a  nail. That pretty well summarizes the real conflict in the two episodes of The Silurians I watched today. Sure, the lizard people are a threat, but the Doctor clearly understands that the real crisis will come if the Brigadier sends squadrons of armed men down into the caverns.

Let's talk about that.

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