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Don’t get me started on reason.

Consciousness is the bureaucracy of intelligence.



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It’s the Carcassonne of thematic narrative!

Panel art by David Hellman; concept by Mr Hellman and Dale Beran. Text by a mysterious stranger. It’s the cat’s snazz, chappio!



Eleven

So Matt Smith is not at all what I was expecting — and this is good! In terms of his personality and mannerisms and appearance, he seems to have beamed in from his own universe. Combine that with the practical thematic aspects of going so young, and it really does feel like the character’s portrayal is getting rebooted. Or brought in a completely new direction, anyway.

Combine this with Moffat’s comments that he intends to focus on the logistics and consequences of time travel, and series five is starting to sound pretty fascinating. I don’t know what to make of it! I can only imagine.

Young, mercurial (as Mr. Hellman puts it) man who calls himself “the Doctor” (uh-huh…) and claims to be hundreds of years old. And who keeps getting involved in time paradoxes…

David Hellman thinks an older, more intellectual woman would make a good companion. I’m inclined to agree!

For a first episode, I’m thinking maybe of An Unearthly Child II, set in a university. A fortysomething college professor becomes fascinated by one of her students, and… oh dear, this is turning into a bad fantasy, isn’t it.

Thing is, for all the bravado he projects and all his knowledge, the Doctor is emotionally underdeveloped. And needy. In a way, shaping him as a very young man — which he is, in spirit — who has seen far too much, and is far too clever for his own good, is a good way to address the character’s demons. To allow him to mature somewhat, and move on.

Moffat, more than any other Who writer so far, seems interested in exploring what makes the Doctor tick. And this is a great opportunity for that. Giving him an older female companion who can take care of him as well as she can fend off his intellectual spurts and tantrums — well, it’s kind of a natural evolution of a theme, isn’t it?

Donna was very good for the Tenth Doctor, in part because of the standards that she held him to; similar deal with season-one Rose, and Ian and Barbara.

That would be so interesting: basically exchange Susan for the Doctor himself, and pair him with a new Barbara, and send them off to figure out what it actually means to be a Time Lord. Logistically and emotionally.



A Salty Dialogue

Andrew: hey you
Andrew Toups: your hair is wild but your eyes are tired
eric-jon: I am drinking mint tea!
Andrew: sending something your way
eric-jon: Andrew Toups: your hair is valid but your eyes are just red
Andrew: haha
eric-jon: What is this sending you speak of?
Andrew: I’ll have to remember that
eric-jon: How many participles must I dangle?
Andrew: check your mail
eric-jon: Of all the complications…
Is this an old-fashioned stereo? One for each ear?
Andrew: hm?
it’s older fashioned than that
eric-jon: Zydeco does not fit snugly within the broader art deco.
Andrew: hahaha
eric-jon: Its curves are not machined enough.
What a cheery dollop of pith, my southern friend!
Andrew: are you babelfishing this conversation or something
or… something cleverer than that
eric-jon: No, I am eating saltines.
Andrew: did you get a new thesaurus or something?
eric-jon: No, those sit horribly with cheddar.
How airy are my saltines!
This is a revelation in crispiness!
Andrew: I
l’ll never figure you out eric jon
eric-jon: Would I impart them to you, were I in room of you.
Oh, this one hints curiously of lemon.
My tongue has developed a strong imagination, I wager.
Have you heard Liars, then?
Andrew: so by “saltines” do you mean… drugs?
you mean the band?
eric-jon: No, I mean crackers. With lots of salt.
Andrew: like
enough salt
to dehydrate you
and cause fever dreams
or like
dementia
or something
eric-jon: No, just enough to be salty.
Andrew: you’re just enough to be salty
eric-jon: Much like the band Liars.
Andrew: the liars are good
mr you’re on fire mr
eric-jon: Thank you.
Yes, I like this one.
Andrew: it’s part of a planned series
eric-jon: Mr Jutla has introduced me to their ways.
Andrew: oh, you mean the liars
I need to listen to a full album
eric-jon: They as well.
You can call it “Andrew On-Deco”
Andrew: ahaha
eric-jon: I believe you have your prototype cover art already.
Andrew: actually
but, yes
anyhow
eric-jon: You continue to inseminate my inbox.
This looks like it has passed through both Mr Kim and that pixel art boobie fellow.
Andrew: yes
basically
did you see our latest thing
I think I might have sent it to you
eric-jon: I’m not sure. You’re not ringing my bell. For which I may be prompted to thank you.
Andrew: I would ne’er ring your bell without permission
http://kotaku.com/5121149/pirate-babys-energy-drink-commercial
eric-jon: I had not seen this project you mention.
Andrew: well
there it is
we’re releasing a director’s cut soon
eric-jon: Well! Here is Persona, then.
Andrew: that isn’t all butchered
you may notice an awkward cut or two
eric-jon: This is some high-shine buck music.
Andrew: high shine buck
dare I ask what that means, exactly
eric-jon: How much is two bits?
Andrew: I believe
shave
and a haircut
(e)
eric-jon: It’s twenty-five cents.
Andrew: so then
how much is one bit?
12.5?
eric-jon: Half of twenty-five cents.
Andrew: I should say
er
eric-jon: It has to do with doubloons.
Andrew: 25/2 cents
eric-jon: Spanish currency was accepted as legal tender through much of the nineteenth century.
A doubloon could be physically split eight ways.
With a chisel or what have you.
This is how you made change.
Each piece was called a “bit”.
Two bits equaled a quarter of a doubloon.
Andrew: sounds messy
eric-jon: That’s the old world.
So eight bits…
Andrew: would 64 bits be a megabit?
eric-jon: I think it would be a knife against your throat.
In the nineteenth century.
Andrew: no
that would be
a kill-o-bit
I’ll be here all night!
eric-jon: I agree with your conclusions.
Andrew: good
now
before I accidentally coin anything else tonight
I should really retire
and those are my 2 cents. or bits. well, I’m not making any cents anymore.
eric-jon: So this is one shiny buck of music.
Andrew: a shiny buck
thank you sir
eric-jon: We’re talking silver here.
Andrew: bless you sir
CHOMP
eric-jon: There is a quote for the ages.
Andrew: indeed