Mild Doctor Who Musings or Cullen’s Too Cheap to Buy the DVD or HAVE YOU SEEN JUST HOW MUCH THESE DISCS COST?

There’s something indescribable about watching a Classic Doctor Who episode I’ve never seen before.

It’s like rounding out the Godzilla series, or reading the end to a Spider-man story I only got part of as a kid.  It’s a little slice of magic in a day with far too little magic in it.

Only it’s a little better than that.  Because Godzilla and Spidey, they’re all there.  Doctor Who isn’t.

The most recent Doctor Who I watched was The Moonbase.  The Cybermen’s second appearance.  It’s a fun story, but I can’t say it’s that good.

Which is true with most Cybermen stories, sad to say.

Doctor Who Web Fear CoverToday I started Web of Fear.  One episode.  Maybe I’ll watch the next tomorrow, maybe next week.  So far it’s a wee bit hoaky mixed with typical BBC Sci Fi goodness (and a dollop of Jewish stereotype for good measure, sad to say.)

Still, it’s Doctor Who.

It feels like I’m reliving my childhood in a way.

Up to a point.

I’m watching the show on Hulu.

Which means commercial interruptions.

Which is a sin against God and Man!

DOCTOR WHO SHOULD NEVER, EVER BE INTERRUPTED BY COMMERCIALS, DAMN IT!

It’s just bad form, old boy.

The Hell…?! (XXXI) – There Isn’t Anything About This Cover That Isn’t Shameful

Radio Boy 000

Rook out?

Rook out?

Huh.

Rook out.

This a comic about chess?  There’s a card game called Rook, maybe the flying kid’s heading off to play with Rambo in the corner there.

I dunno.

I just don’t get it.

(Actually I do get it; if I hadn’t the site I lifted the image from would have filled me in on it.  All I know is that when reflecting upon all the shameful things I have done, at least I can say I never made this, much less bought it.)

 

And I’m Back None the Worse For Wear… Save the Head Cold. And Being Tired From Driving Cross Country. And Forced to March Down a Bijillion Steps. But I’m Not Bitter. No.

Blog Master Jake 001

Even running a blog as, shall we say, non-taxing as this one can wear a body out at times.  Still, Jake managed to captain the ship with flying colors and is now enjoying a well-earned rest.  Good dog!

Of course, there was a wee problem while I was out.  Seems like Jake figured out how to get to the editor and even type how to with his nose, but not how to publish his efforts.  I only know about his hard work due to WordPress’s auto save.

And hard work it was.  Because he kept trying even after failing.

I have fifty drafts on my dashboard to prove it.

All titled Bark.

All about ten thousand words long.

And every single word of it bark, woof, or variation there of.

I dunno what you guys did, but he certainly wanted to tell you off about it…

And Lo! The Order Changeths!

As mentioned previously, I’m going on vacation.  I’m taking Brother Eric back to Prescott so he can make some final preparations for his move back here.  This means in whole an absence of services for both this blog and Welltun Cares Reviews.

And before the snickering can start about “services” (especially in WCR‘s case, where I’ve missed three updates in a row) I’m going to point out that I’ve done behind the scenes stuff in the recent weeks.  In the main this means correcting the copious grammatical and spelling errors (I swear to God if I ever get an editor I’m going to cause him/her a nervous break down with the sheer volume of the damn things.) I want the sites as readable as possible.

Really.

It’s my hope and dream.

My crazy, quite unlikely hope and dream.

But I digress.

I’ve also started another insane project called “reformatting the reviews”.  While at this time I refuse to make each one of them completely conform to the full current standard, I’m making sure each one at least meets the “page length” standard.  Meaning each page is no more than a sheet and a half in length sans images.  To complete the analness of this paragraph, that sheet happens to be 8 1/2 by 11.  So you know.

Oh, and I’m adding Next/Previous links to ease movement through the pages.

I haven’t gotten far in doing this (and in fact it’s been a little whenever wherever) but a good example of what I’m doing can be found on my very first review, Cathy’s Curse.  I went from having a review with 3 pages of indeterminate length to one with nine pages.

That’s right.

Nine pages.

On Cathy’s Curse.

Where the reviewer owns to actually liking the movie.

You may begin goggling in horrified disbelief… now.

In any case, I will be gone.  But fear not!  I have arraigned for someone to take care of things in my absence.  It is an old debt that needs repaid, but it will be.  In spades!

Here is your new blogging master overlord:

Blog Master Jake 000
“Hi! I’m Jake! I rule!”

As of August 9, he will be watching.  He will be disapproving of what you do.  And there will be barking.

So much barking.

State of the Blog Post #1579

It’s probably a sad statement of my blogging inspiration that I’ve been looking through my spam for things to talk about.

But y’know.  Shallow period.

In lieu of something, I dunno, entertaining to write about, here’s what’s going on in my life:

  • Saw Guardians of the Galaxy.  Liked it.  Approved of its existence.  Look forward to the sequel.
  • Cousin Megan (she of the tonsil problem some years ago) got married Saturday.  Which meant family get together.  Which meant seeing Cousin Emily.  Which meant calling her sobriety into question.  Which meant having to do so in a near shout while pointing an accusatory finger.  Which meant it had to be right at the exchanging of vows.  As one does.
  • I’m heading south in the near future.  Probably not related to the previous bullet, probably a vacation already planned, but the timing is good.
  • On my birthday received a collection of every Gamera movie ever made, save the most recent one.  Good deal.

And that’s about it. I think.  Nothing noteworthy, nothing exciting.  Just life.

Which I’ll take right about now.  Thanks.

Onknee Spambot Spikes the Ball a Good Fifty Yards Before Reaching the Goal Line

Onknee Spambot

Onknee SpambotEvery so often I come by the blog and check it out to see if it’s updated.  For some reason it never does unless I post something myself.  Of course, if I have posted something there, then I know that it’s updated and don’t have to check.  Thus I don’t come.  And if I don’t come, it never updates.  Which means I should occasionally check, just in case it does.

It’s a vicious cycle, I know.

Stupidly so.

Anyways, one fine afternoon I stop by and lo!  What do I find but a comment on one of the posts.  As it’s not by me, I find this most exciting.

Not to suggest that my own comments are boring, I should hasten to add.  Far from it.  They’re absolutely thrilling.  You never know when I might use correct punctuation or end a sentence with a comma instead of a period.  Much like the posts in the blog, come to think of it,

This particular post, though, failed to live up to even that much potential.  Not that that came as a shock.  The commenter had the name of football.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen weird handles on the web.  But somehow I don’t see a Mr or Mrs football hanging around here.  I just don’t.  In all the years I’ve done this blog, I’ve mentioned football maybe four times.  That’s not a lot in a blog with well over a thousand and a half posts.

Reading the message itself did nothing to improve my opinion on things.  Observe:

Many years ago, Net sports activities book betting was risky.

It is Tennessee’s Rocky Top, Florida’s Old Ball Coach, and of course the Gator Chomp and the mighty Tim Tebow.

I guess a handful of suspensions was enough to satisfy the NCAA.

Now I realize that in a post with opening paragraphs as loosey goosey as this one has been up to this point that it might be, say, untoward to point out that the above makes little to no sense.  But I’m going to anyways.  The hell’s going on here?  We jump from one sentence to the next as if they were on fire and had a pit of lava underneath.

Much like this blog post.  Only without the intended humor.

 Sometimes looking at the post being commented on came help clear things up. In this case it’s a snarky commentary on a comic book that’s 35+ years old.  Which doesn’t help.  At all.

Not that I expected it to.  As the image at the top of the page (and the name in the title suggest) I’m fully convinced this is spambot work.  What I don’t understand is the logic behind it.  Surely there a way to program a search engine of sorts to look for the perfect post to attach the perfect faux comment.  Something that would give a person a wee pause before, I dunno, deleting it.

To give another example, last month I started getting emails from an Adrianna (I think that’s the name) claiming to have known me, seen my Facebook page or what have you (the messages varied) and wanted to reconnect.  Now besides the point I think I might remember meeting someone with a name like Adrianna, there’s the little problem of me no longer having a Facebook page.  I double checked.  The only Cullen Waters on there isn’t me.

It’s clearly not going to fool me.  It clearly won’t work and clearly destined for deletion, just like football.  Why bother?  I realize the programs doing it are mindless robotic drones, but surely the programmers aren’t.  Right?

Right?

Uh.  Might have just creeped myself out there.