"It’s interesting that kids call him the Eleventh Doctor, not the Third Doctor. They absolutely know that this is a long, ancient series, and it’s all one show. We don’t need to grab icons from the past. There will come a series where we don’t use anything from the past. That’s quite possible."
"It’s a very, very simple format that hasn’t really changed very much since the mid ’60s, quite honestly. What you do with Doctor Who is change it every time the TARDIS lands somewhere new. You step out of the doors and it’s a different genre, it’s a different style.”
You know when you fancy the arse off one of those Zelebrities, and you hate yourself for it? You know what I mean, don’t give me that. Like self-loathing, but with a hard-on. Anyway - is there a word for that? There should be a word for that.
That’s how I feel about Claudia Winkleman. She looks - and sounds, because most of her persona is made up of odd and unusual noises; the sort of unconscious verbal squeaks and explosions most of us lose when we stop being eight-year-old girls - she looks and sounds like she’d be awesome fun for a weekend. The best fun you’ve ever had. But then, at some point - and I’m positing a weekend as a purely personal time limit (and I do mean limit) - at some point, you’d want it to stop. It would, I imagine, come out of the blue. Literally - kthxbai.
Like the hate-fuck, but for somebody you really like, but with conditions and an expiry date. Is there a word for that?
Church of the SubGenius Hour of Slack #1249 - Rerun of #775 (2001 ESO, Puzzling Evidence, Winterstar)
Your host and prayer partner Rev. Stang is immersed in finishing up Stage Two of a big SubGenius project, so we’re falling back on selected, well-aged shows from The Day.
This particular one, stored in an oaken keg for 9 years, is the New Year/Last Show (of Y2K) from Puzzling Evidence, Phineas Narco and Dr. Philo Drummond, mixed with a post-Winterstar Swamp Radio from Prof. Chas Smith, Lonesome Cowboy Dave and Rev. Stang, as well as live Winterstar devival and ESO song recordings. Also: media barrages by Jupiter Research and Rev. Nu-Monet (who we just learned is still alive and well, but in a radically changed clone version since two X-Days ago). A very strange song by Skip & The Elite is also included.
Queued posts for the early part of this weekend, as I’ll be in Mile End, London this Saturday, exhibiting at the UK Web & Mini Comix Thing in the Great Hall of the Queen Mary University from 10am ‘til 5pm.
For sale will be the latest issue of West, as well as original pages of art from that issue - or just pop by and say hello.
It’s always nice when one’s own foibles/peccadilloes/fetishes/perversions get a name, and now my long standing preference for women with wonky mouths has been named by those lovely folk in Japan.
Ahiru-guchi (or ‘duck mouth’) is the term given to the protruding pout of the upper lip which most people will associate with such actresses as Michelle Pfeiffer and Calista Flockhart (although for my money, by far the cutest proponent of this feature is Laura Harris). I can date my fetish for duck mouth back to Julie Newmar’s portrayal of Catwoman in the old ’60s Batman TV show, so I’m pretty sure I win.
This post is probably a great excuse to follow up with pictures of my favourite beautiful women…
…ANY SCENE, THUS, WHICH DOES NOT BOTH ADVANCE THE PLOT, AND STANDALONE (THAT IS, DRAMATICALLY, BY ITSELF, ON ITS OWN MERITS) IS EITHER SUPERFLUOUS, OR INCORRECTLY WRITTEN.
YES BUT YES BUT YES BUT, YOU SAY: WHAT ABOUT THE NECESSITY OF WRITING IN ALL THAT “INFORMATION?”
AND I RESPOND “*FIGURE IT OUT*” ANY DICKHEAD WITH A BLUESUIT CAN BE (AND IS) TAUGHT TO SAY “MAKE IT CLEARER”, AND “I WANT TO KNOW MORE *ABOUT* HIM”.
WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT SO CLEAR THAT EVEN THIS BLUESUITED PENGUIN IS HAPPY, BOTH YOU AND HE OR SHE *WILL* BE OUT OF A JOB.
THE JOB OF THE DRAMATIST IS TO MAKE THE AUDIENCE WONDER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. *NOT* TO EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT JUST HAPPENED, OR TO*SUGGEST* TO THEM WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
ANY DICKHEAD, AS ABOVE, CAN WRITE, “BUT, JIM, IF WE DON’T ASSASSINATE THE PRIME MINISTER IN THE NEXT SCENE, ALL EUROPE WILL BE ENGULFED IN FLAME”
WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID TO *REALIZE* THAT THE AUDIENCE NEEDS THIS INFORMATION TO UNDERSTAND THE NEXT SCENE, BUT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE THE SCENE BEFORE US SUCH THAT THE AUDIENCE WILL BE INTERESTED IN WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
YES BUT, YES BUT YES *BUT* YOU REITERATE.
AND I RESPOND *FIGURE IT OUT*.
*HOW* DOES ONE STRIKE THE BALANCE BETWEEN WITHHOLDING AND VOUCHSAFING INFORMATION? *THAT* IS THE ESSENTIAL TASK OF THE DRAMATIST. AND THE ABILITY TO *DO* THAT IS WHAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE LESSER SPECIES IN THEIR BLUE SUITS.
Starting his career in 2000AD, his first credit was a Future Shock (a short, twist-in-the-tale SF story) written by Neil Gaiman. I was reading 2000AD at that time, and I don’t - in all honesty - remember it, but I definitely recall his astonishing, disturbing debut as the artist of Nemesis The Warlock. It takes some talent to outdo Kevin O’Neill in the dark and gruesome - but intricately, can’t-tear-your-gaze-away beautiful, stakes - but Hicklenton did that and more.