I am deep into recon territory now. It looks to me like it will be nine more days before I watch another non-reconstructed episode, and fully nineteen of the next 24 stories I watch will be either fully or partially reconstructed. As for today's story, it was the first half of The Myth Makers. We did the Romans in the second season, so it's only fitting that we should do the Greeks in the third. More specifically, the story is centered on the climax of the ten-year siege of Troy. It does help, when watching the story, to be familiar with The Iliad, since all of the major characters are there and some are played against type for irony. But it is another pure historical, and those are my favorite type of First Doctor stories.

I had to cut my workout about ten minutes short today, because I was cramped for time. But at least I was able to finish watching the rest of Galaxy 4, which I enjoyed quite a bit even if it wasn't particularly surprising. I was especially impressed with how the designers managed to get away with portraying a truly alien race on a miniscule budget. The strategy served to make the storytelling more interesting, even as it spared expenses.

Today I started Galaxy 4, the first of a long run of reconstruction. By my count, the next twelve days will be nothing but reconstructions. Fortunately, the Loose Canon recons are really well done and very enjoyable. Also worth mentioning, today mister "I'm a natural leader" was back playing basketball. I chose to work out far, far away from the court. I did notice as I was leaving, however, that the entire row of machines near the court was completely abandoned. Them's some serious leadership skills ya got there, champ!

Anyway, let's talk about those Amazon Women.

There were no angry atheletes to distract me this morning. Just Vikings, Saxons, Time Lords, and a surprise infestation of Underpants Gnomes. 

Let's talk about that.

I am going to start by saying: I really miss my own treadmill, and the repair parts can't get here fast enough. This morning during my workout, there was a heated basketball game going on directly in front of me. That's usually no big deal, except there were also two Alpha Jocks arguing over something, which culminated in one of them screaming about how he was a natural leader, and people follow him because (again) he is a natural leader. Just as a quick tip, if you have to loudly insist multiple times that you are a natural leader, you are by definition not a natural leader. You are just a loud jerk making my workout miserable. Grr.

Regarding today's episode, it is Steven Taylor's first trip on the TARDIS. He doesn't believe it is really a time machine. He is proven wrong.

Let's talk about that.

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.

First of all: Woo Hoo! Today I weighed in at a record low since I started this project. Not in-and-of-itself a remarkable thing, but I was really frustrated during most of last week as I seemed to be steadily losing ground and gaining back weight. With this morning's weigh-in I feel like I have solidified the trend back in the right direction. It has been a bit of a challenge getting used to the treadmills at the YMCA. I mean, they are lovely high-tech machines, but they aren't mine so they feel like driving a rental car. It just takes a bit to figure out how to get all the mirrors and seats positioned correctly, such as it is.

Anyway, today's episode: I am finding The Space Museum surprisingly interesting. The story represents the first time that the writers have really played around with the concept of Time as a separate dimension, and gone a bit wibbly wobbly with it. There are also several moments of humor which, although a little out of place, were still lots of fun.

Let's talk about that.