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I'm going to Maelstrom! The lovely Jon aardvarkoffnord bought my ticket in return for some tarot-fu. Speaking of which, Gill has painted the Fool and the Magician now! Yay!
So, now I need to get all my props together for the event, though considering they've called the event Matrimony all I really need is my fez, oh yes! And a new mask might be nice, couple of inches of new fabric, bit of really tasteless bling... remember kids: everyone has an inner Rukh!
For the non-Maelstrom players, allow me to geek on another topic. I've just reread The Gallifrey Chronicles by Lance Parkin, and I've realised why it's so important to me.
For 16 years, the only fresh Doctor Who was the books. Starting with Timewyrm:Genesys in (lunges for bookcase) 1991 to the aformentioned Gallifrey Chronicles in 2005, these books informed my opinions, my writing style, my general knowledge, hell, even my university degree. I'm not sure how to describe what Mad Larry's books did to my brain, but I liked that, too.
Moreover, the series (with a break if you count the switchover from Virgin to BBC) lasted 14 years. Considering I'm only 27, and the series started when I was about 12, you can see the book series that fuelled my teenage years. The one with the Tractites (Genocide by Paul Leonard) was a book I read compulsively for my first week of Uni, trying to ward off the homesickness. And let's not forget that nasty little scar living on my soul from the first time I was burgled, taking my copies of Lungbarrow and The Dying Days, among others.
And the thing is, The Gallifrey Chronicles understands that. Lance Parkin gently mentions the beginnings of the Timweyrm series, closes everything down compassionately, tends the graves (almost literally, in Sam's case), and tells us that it's okay, this isn't really dead. I've read Fear Itself since, but on first reading as is now, I'm glad of the reassurance.
So, now I need to get all my props together for the event, though considering they've called the event Matrimony all I really need is my fez, oh yes! And a new mask might be nice, couple of inches of new fabric, bit of really tasteless bling... remember kids: everyone has an inner Rukh!
For the non-Maelstrom players, allow me to geek on another topic. I've just reread The Gallifrey Chronicles by Lance Parkin, and I've realised why it's so important to me.
For 16 years, the only fresh Doctor Who was the books. Starting with Timewyrm:Genesys in (lunges for bookcase) 1991 to the aformentioned Gallifrey Chronicles in 2005, these books informed my opinions, my writing style, my general knowledge, hell, even my university degree. I'm not sure how to describe what Mad Larry's books did to my brain, but I liked that, too.
Moreover, the series (with a break if you count the switchover from Virgin to BBC) lasted 14 years. Considering I'm only 27, and the series started when I was about 12, you can see the book series that fuelled my teenage years. The one with the Tractites (Genocide by Paul Leonard) was a book I read compulsively for my first week of Uni, trying to ward off the homesickness. And let's not forget that nasty little scar living on my soul from the first time I was burgled, taking my copies of Lungbarrow and The Dying Days, among others.
And the thing is, The Gallifrey Chronicles understands that. Lance Parkin gently mentions the beginnings of the Timweyrm series, closes everything down compassionately, tends the graves (almost literally, in Sam's case), and tells us that it's okay, this isn't really dead. I've read Fear Itself since, but on first reading as is now, I'm glad of the reassurance.