Look, I've got father issues. Heck, I put together an entire show to work through them (seriously, if you are in Central Florida please come see The Gospel According to My Old Man at the Orlando Fringe Festival this coming May). So there was never any question that the story about Rose going back to 1987 and the day of her father's death was going to get me right in the feels. And it totally did.

So let's talk about that.

I really surprised myself this morning, after my 55 minutes on the treadmill I did 48 pushups. I expect on Friday I will break 50. How wild is that? Other than that I pretty much spent my day heads-down writing code, and don't have much of anything interesting to talk about. 

So let's talk Doctor Who.

Today marks the thirteen month anniversary of the day I started this ridiculous project. In that time I have walked 1,339.57 miles on the treadmill while taking 2,579,882 steps, watching 703 episodes and 61 stories of Doctor Who, and losing 57.82 pounds in weight. I have also gone from barely being able to do three push-ups to being able to do forty. I have reached a point where I am no longer actively losing weight, but my body shape continues to change. Heck, just last night I auditioned for a part in a stage production where, if I actually get cast, I will need to be able to roller skate. I feel (to quote the Ninth Doctor) fantastic!

As for this morning's viewing, this is the story that (for me at least) put a stake in the ground and declared, "This is Doctor Who, and it not only has something to say but the skill to say it." So let's talk about that.

I did forty push-ups this morning. Forty! How cool is that? Not so bad for a guy who could barely do three just a few weeks ago. In other happy news, I have an theatre audition in... (checks my watch)... two and a half hours. Wish me luck. I feel good about it, but you just never know. So, lots of good things happening today.

Then again, I watched the second half of the farting alien story today, so there's that. Let's talk about it.

Look, I'm gonna be honest with you: I'm not especially psyched about writing this post. There have been episodes in the past that I haven't been fond of (I'm looking at you, Planet of Giants), but even with the worst of them I haven't been insulted by them. Disappointed? Sure. But never insulted. Until now.

So let's get this over with.

As of about an hour ago, I watched the seven hundredth episode of Doctor Who while walking on a treadmill. Can you believe it? I am still about four months away from the finish line, but it's getting about four miles closer every day. 

It's late, I'm tired, so let's talk about this so I can get to bed.

Today has just been a roller coaster from start to finish. Nothing truly awful, just a plethora of frustrations mixed with some pretty cool stuff. Focusing on the positive: I was offered a role in another show, which was very flattering, but I had to turn it down because the dates conflicted with the show I am doing at Orlando Fringe this year. As problems go, turning down a really awesome show because I am already doing a different really awesome show is a pretty good one to have.I have an audition on Monday for yet another show, and hopefully that will go well. I also took my guitar to a luthier today to have it re-fretted, so for the next week or so I have my emergency backup guitar. Which, after years of playing one specific instrument, it just doesn't feel right to have a different one in my hands. The tone is all wrong. But again, focusing on the awesome, a week from now I will have my good guitar back in my hands and it will play beautifully. So that's pretty cool, too. As for the other frustrations of the day, well, they will pass. It's all good.

But my day started off with Doctor Who, and that's always awesome. So let's talk about that.

And here we are. After three hundred and eighty seven days on the Time Treadmill, I have finally arrived in the twenty first century with NuWho. It hardly seems possible. For me it was only two days ago that I said goodbye to the classic series, but those forty eight hours represent a sixteen-year jump from 1989 to 2005. It's a whole new world. But before I dove into the Ninth Doctor, I decided to spend an extra seven minutes with the Eighth Doctor.

So let's talk about them both.