I knew today was coming, I was prepared, and it doesn't make me any less bummed. Today was the last episode with Barbara Wright, who is a goddess. Oh, Sir Ian Chesterton, Knight of Jaffa and King of Pratfalls also left, but he is instantly replaced with Ian 2.0 (also known as Steven Taylor). Also -- and this is important -- Ian is not a goddess. But before we get to the parting, we have to struggle through walking fungus, a Life Model Decoy of the Doctor, and an epic battle between the Daleks and the Mechonoids.

Oh, my, today's episodes. I watched them. I finished 90 minutes ago.  Mercifully, I have already forgotten most of it. This is the third bite at the apple for the Daleks, and we have now entered the territory of "How can I miss you if you won't go away?" Fun fact: I hit that wall in the modern series a few years ago with The Daleks Take Manhattan. You want to take a guess where the setting is for the first half of today's snooze-fest?

As you may (or may not) know, I also have another blog called Octopodal Motion where I posts pictures and videos and things about all things octopus-related. You can imagine my excitement, then, when Ian and Vicki are attacked by a giant carnivorous land octopus!

"I'm a Mire Beast! Grrr! I'm gonna eat you!!"

Let's talk about that.

Oy, such a day. I barely made the treadmill today. Even the support of you, my imaginary readers, almost wasn't enough. What pushed me there was the fact that I am two days away from a complete month of walks/viewings/posts every single day. So I dragged my sorry butt on down to the YMCA and watched the end of The Space Museum. Turns out William Hartnell pretty much had the same issue, and didn't bother to come to work for the first week. But he showed up for the finale, and so did Boba Fett. For reals.

Let's talk about that.