I am reminded to announce that sadly, I will not be attending MeCon this year. The world has not conspired to permit it. Mean ol’ world.
I’ve been re-watching series 2 Doctor Who, having just recently re-watched the first series. I thought David Tennant had seriously channeled Christopher Eccleston for at least a few episodes, but in re-watching, I gotta say, nope, Ten’s very much his own man straight off. Also, the bit in The Christmas Invasion where he’s still in Nine’s clothes really, really echoed poignantly forward (or back) to the end of series four, I said, hopefully cagily as to avoid spoilers. And “The Girl in the Fireplace” is still a great episode. Man. And one of these days I’m going to fly the geek flag really high and do a fan video…
I have also been feeling the urge to commit art, and have found that I’ve lost my nice tidy set of graphite pencils in their nice silver box. And the eraser that was stuck to the box. And I don’t know what to draw. I’m not a good enough artist to draw things out of my head, I need pictures to work from. Mutter mutter whine bitch moan. :)
ytd wordcount: 314,000
miles to Isengard: 228.6
I think that was the death knell of my artistic ambition, too: The realization that while I could faithfully mimic anything put before me, I was completely unable to extrapolate images out of my head onto paper.
Now, in words? That I can do. Pictures, not so much.
I don’t have pictures in my head to even start with! :)