Dalek & test of time and Rituals:Prologue
Today I was in a pretty creative mood.
I continued to work on my Dalek-puppet model.
The package of Toffifees just screams Dalek. I modeled the corpus yesterday out of the package and black cardboard, but now I started with the details. I began to form a half globe out of paper/water/paste, but the drying of the cellulose mass takes an eternity. For the eyestalk I will use an old burnt out lightbulb in the right shape. The laser arm will be a stalk of my mixer (luckily my roommate owns one too). But I'm not sure what to use for the plumber thing. If I will try with paper or if I should use fimo. When it's finished I will make a photo and upload it.
I finally found time and inspiration to make a present for Julka. I hope she'll enjoy it. It has enough pink!points to please her I think.
When our little Sunday video meeting occured, we first watched the Red Dwarf pilot, while we waited for our last member. God I LOVE British humor. 'Lister the stupid' , who gave his life for the virgin mother Frankenstein and will one day come back and lead the cats into the promised land of Fiji. That never gets old :-). Cat is looking nice and Rimmer is a shmeghead even as a hologramm.
When Wiebke arrived we watched the first two episode of our new retro long time project: X-files
To think I ever thought Mulder cute *sigh*. Or that Scully was considered hot by every male geek in existence. Although I fondly remember the first few seasons of the series as being extremely good television, today I discovered, that X-file is heavily dependend on the spirit of the time it was first aired.
The style of this show influenced television for years to come, but today it's a bit hard to watch. Everything that happens has turned into a clichee during the shows long run and it's hard to view upon Mulder as something other than a raving madman. Sure he was right most of the time (because the authors wanted him to be) but the way he 'arguments' is simply ridiculous. 'I have a photo of a blurry triangle in the sky shot next to a top secret government airbase where they test new stuff, there's only one conclusion Scully, it's aliens."
And Scully acts like a hysterical little girl in irregular intervals, shouldn't she be the competent female heroine? I remembered her that way. I can't listen to Mulder talking for the first time about Samantha without making sarcastic comments, because I know, where it will lead to (hundreds of Samantha clones spending there lives bee keeping).
Guess some memories are better left alone. :(
But I think we will have fun with X-files anyway, there were lots of humorous episodes, and even if the other stuff doesn't pass the test of time we will have a good laugh in that particular group. We had with Lost after all, and that is clearly ridiculous even when you watch it for the first time.
When everyone was gone my compi and I played the Boost game. He is a terrible diva and doesn't want to work, but in the end I usually win.
I searched for a photo of the ninth Doctor and sketched it with pencils from the monitor. He looks a bit leaner than in the photo but you can clearly identify Chris Eccleston. I'm very pleased with myself.
I spent time thinking about 'Metal Man & the evil catholic roommate twins' a comic which lives a more or less neglected life in the back of my mind ever since we founded Freakhausen two and a half years ago. Maybe I'll finally start doing it for real (with puppets probably ;-))
A little fanfic which already exists on Teaspoon still I will put it up here, too. It's about Nine (Jack and Rose onboard) who meets all his former regenerations in a ritual.
“Oh no!” The Doctor's angry voice could easily be heard down the corridors of the TARDIS. “Forget it!”
When Jack entered the console room he found the Time Lord all by himself, banging against the TARDIS's console. “What's up, Doc? Got any problems?” he asked in an amused voice.
“No.” the Time Lord snapped irritated.
Jack's face fell. He'd been on board for some time now and had gotten the impression that he and the other man did more than just get along. He had thought, that the Time Lord had begun to really open up to him like he had with Rose, but the aggressive reaction to his harmless question awoke the insecurity he had felt when he first had come on board again.
When the Doctor saw Jack's expression his own features grew softer immediately. “Look, sorry Jack. I know this isn't your fault, but I simply hate it when she thinks she can boss me around.”
Jack smiled facilitated, his hand softly stroke the console, where the Doctor had hit it a moment ago. “The old girl's giving you a hard time?” he asked. “Maybe she wants more of your attention.” he suggested.
“I wish it was that easy, captain.” the Time Lord sighed. “At least you don't think I'm completely nuts for shouting at her. Rose first thought, I had lost it when I told her that the TARDIS is a partly sentient being. - Speaking of Rose, where is she?”
Jack clearly recognized a forced change of subject, when it was flung in his face. “In the kitchen. I actually came to ask if you'd join us for breakfast.”
“Are we there?” Rose asked excited.
“We should be.” the Doctor answered with a smile. “Zhian'tara, finest dancers on this side of the galaxy, you'll love it.”
When he opened the door his face went blank. He took some step outwards. Rose and Jack followed him on the heel.
The three of them found themselves on the single most boring grey plane in the universe. There was nothing to see in any direction, no sign of civilisation or even life. There wasn't even the standard live threatening situation which required them to run. This place was plainly and simply dull.
“Ehm, Doc, I think we're a bit of course.”
Both humans looked at him expectantly for an explanation or an off handed commentary about how everybody could make such slight mistakes followed by some insult against humans to cover his embarrassment. What they got was the sight of an extremely pissed off Doctor. His face showed all the signs of the oncoming storm, when he turned around and stormed into the TARDIS again.
Rose and Jack looked at each other and shrugged before they followed the Time Lord into their home.
The Doctor stood bend over the console and pressing some buttons, or rather trying to press some buttons. When none of them got him a reaction, he tried to pull a lever but it was as stuck as the buttons seemed to be.
“Fine!” he shouted. “That's what you want?! Two can play that game.” He stepped back from the console and crossed his arms. “We will see who the boss in this relation is."
“Doctor?” Rose looked really worried.
“Yes?”
“You're having a fight with the TARDIS?” She still had to bend her mind around the fact, that the ship indeed had her own will and character.
“Yes.”
“The TARDIS, which not only is our home and only travel devise, but also the one who provides us with everything we need - like atmosphere and gravity and those little things?” Jack asked now slightly worried himself. The last thing he needed was to end up as collateral damage in a stubbornness fight between a Time Lord and his ship.
“Yes.”
The Doctor looked at his two companions and sighed. “Look you two, we have to sit this out. She wants me to do something, I won't do it - simple as that.
Don't you just hate it when a piece of machinery thinks it's more clever than you are? There's nothing as annoying as a computer, which tries to tell you what you want to do despite the fact, that you clearly tell it something different, isn't it?” His expression begged for sympathy.
“Well she isn't just a 'piece of machinery', so maybe you should think about, why she wants you to do it.” Jack suggested.
“What does she want you to do anyway?” Rose asked.
The Doctor's expression closed up. “Nothing.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Listen mister, this is not just between your ego and your ship, it affects us, too. So don't give me the high and mighty routine.”
“It's a kind of ritual, she wants me to perform. Nothing spectacular.” he grudgingly told her.
“And why does she want you to perform it and more importantly why don't you want to it?” Rose found that she could imitate her mother's no-nonsense voice almost perfectly.
“It has to do with my past.”
Rose face showed, that she understood perfectly, how this answered both parts of her question.
“So she wants to help you.” Jack stated the facts. “She doesn't tell you what you want, but what she thinks you need and you don't want to listen because it may be painful.”
The look the Doctor shot him was almost suitable to kill him.
“Sorry, Doc, but I think friends should tell you the truth, even if it's not pleasant.”
The Time Lord threw up his arms in defeat. “Fine, fine! I'll do it, you've won. I will initiate the ritual of shpeegl.”
I continued to work on my Dalek-puppet model.
The package of Toffifees just screams Dalek. I modeled the corpus yesterday out of the package and black cardboard, but now I started with the details. I began to form a half globe out of paper/water/paste, but the drying of the cellulose mass takes an eternity. For the eyestalk I will use an old burnt out lightbulb in the right shape. The laser arm will be a stalk of my mixer (luckily my roommate owns one too). But I'm not sure what to use for the plumber thing. If I will try with paper or if I should use fimo. When it's finished I will make a photo and upload it.
I finally found time and inspiration to make a present for Julka. I hope she'll enjoy it. It has enough pink!points to please her I think.
When our little Sunday video meeting occured, we first watched the Red Dwarf pilot, while we waited for our last member. God I LOVE British humor. 'Lister the stupid' , who gave his life for the virgin mother Frankenstein and will one day come back and lead the cats into the promised land of Fiji. That never gets old :-). Cat is looking nice and Rimmer is a shmeghead even as a hologramm.
When Wiebke arrived we watched the first two episode of our new retro long time project: X-files
To think I ever thought Mulder cute *sigh*. Or that Scully was considered hot by every male geek in existence. Although I fondly remember the first few seasons of the series as being extremely good television, today I discovered, that X-file is heavily dependend on the spirit of the time it was first aired.
The style of this show influenced television for years to come, but today it's a bit hard to watch. Everything that happens has turned into a clichee during the shows long run and it's hard to view upon Mulder as something other than a raving madman. Sure he was right most of the time (because the authors wanted him to be) but the way he 'arguments' is simply ridiculous. 'I have a photo of a blurry triangle in the sky shot next to a top secret government airbase where they test new stuff, there's only one conclusion Scully, it's aliens."
And Scully acts like a hysterical little girl in irregular intervals, shouldn't she be the competent female heroine? I remembered her that way. I can't listen to Mulder talking for the first time about Samantha without making sarcastic comments, because I know, where it will lead to (hundreds of Samantha clones spending there lives bee keeping).
Guess some memories are better left alone. :(
But I think we will have fun with X-files anyway, there were lots of humorous episodes, and even if the other stuff doesn't pass the test of time we will have a good laugh in that particular group. We had with Lost after all, and that is clearly ridiculous even when you watch it for the first time.
When everyone was gone my compi and I played the Boost game. He is a terrible diva and doesn't want to work, but in the end I usually win.
I searched for a photo of the ninth Doctor and sketched it with pencils from the monitor. He looks a bit leaner than in the photo but you can clearly identify Chris Eccleston. I'm very pleased with myself.
I spent time thinking about 'Metal Man & the evil catholic roommate twins' a comic which lives a more or less neglected life in the back of my mind ever since we founded Freakhausen two and a half years ago. Maybe I'll finally start doing it for real (with puppets probably ;-))
A little fanfic which already exists on Teaspoon still I will put it up here, too. It's about Nine (Jack and Rose onboard) who meets all his former regenerations in a ritual.
“Oh no!” The Doctor's angry voice could easily be heard down the corridors of the TARDIS. “Forget it!”
When Jack entered the console room he found the Time Lord all by himself, banging against the TARDIS's console. “What's up, Doc? Got any problems?” he asked in an amused voice.
“No.” the Time Lord snapped irritated.
Jack's face fell. He'd been on board for some time now and had gotten the impression that he and the other man did more than just get along. He had thought, that the Time Lord had begun to really open up to him like he had with Rose, but the aggressive reaction to his harmless question awoke the insecurity he had felt when he first had come on board again.
When the Doctor saw Jack's expression his own features grew softer immediately. “Look, sorry Jack. I know this isn't your fault, but I simply hate it when she thinks she can boss me around.”
Jack smiled facilitated, his hand softly stroke the console, where the Doctor had hit it a moment ago. “The old girl's giving you a hard time?” he asked. “Maybe she wants more of your attention.” he suggested.
“I wish it was that easy, captain.” the Time Lord sighed. “At least you don't think I'm completely nuts for shouting at her. Rose first thought, I had lost it when I told her that the TARDIS is a partly sentient being. - Speaking of Rose, where is she?”
Jack clearly recognized a forced change of subject, when it was flung in his face. “In the kitchen. I actually came to ask if you'd join us for breakfast.”
“Are we there?” Rose asked excited.
“We should be.” the Doctor answered with a smile. “Zhian'tara, finest dancers on this side of the galaxy, you'll love it.”
When he opened the door his face went blank. He took some step outwards. Rose and Jack followed him on the heel.
The three of them found themselves on the single most boring grey plane in the universe. There was nothing to see in any direction, no sign of civilisation or even life. There wasn't even the standard live threatening situation which required them to run. This place was plainly and simply dull.
“Ehm, Doc, I think we're a bit of course.”
Both humans looked at him expectantly for an explanation or an off handed commentary about how everybody could make such slight mistakes followed by some insult against humans to cover his embarrassment. What they got was the sight of an extremely pissed off Doctor. His face showed all the signs of the oncoming storm, when he turned around and stormed into the TARDIS again.
Rose and Jack looked at each other and shrugged before they followed the Time Lord into their home.
The Doctor stood bend over the console and pressing some buttons, or rather trying to press some buttons. When none of them got him a reaction, he tried to pull a lever but it was as stuck as the buttons seemed to be.
“Fine!” he shouted. “That's what you want?! Two can play that game.” He stepped back from the console and crossed his arms. “We will see who the boss in this relation is."
“Doctor?” Rose looked really worried.
“Yes?”
“You're having a fight with the TARDIS?” She still had to bend her mind around the fact, that the ship indeed had her own will and character.
“Yes.”
“The TARDIS, which not only is our home and only travel devise, but also the one who provides us with everything we need - like atmosphere and gravity and those little things?” Jack asked now slightly worried himself. The last thing he needed was to end up as collateral damage in a stubbornness fight between a Time Lord and his ship.
“Yes.”
The Doctor looked at his two companions and sighed. “Look you two, we have to sit this out. She wants me to do something, I won't do it - simple as that.
Don't you just hate it when a piece of machinery thinks it's more clever than you are? There's nothing as annoying as a computer, which tries to tell you what you want to do despite the fact, that you clearly tell it something different, isn't it?” His expression begged for sympathy.
“Well she isn't just a 'piece of machinery', so maybe you should think about, why she wants you to do it.” Jack suggested.
“What does she want you to do anyway?” Rose asked.
The Doctor's expression closed up. “Nothing.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Listen mister, this is not just between your ego and your ship, it affects us, too. So don't give me the high and mighty routine.”
“It's a kind of ritual, she wants me to perform. Nothing spectacular.” he grudgingly told her.
“And why does she want you to perform it and more importantly why don't you want to it?” Rose found that she could imitate her mother's no-nonsense voice almost perfectly.
“It has to do with my past.”
Rose face showed, that she understood perfectly, how this answered both parts of her question.
“So she wants to help you.” Jack stated the facts. “She doesn't tell you what you want, but what she thinks you need and you don't want to listen because it may be painful.”
The look the Doctor shot him was almost suitable to kill him.
“Sorry, Doc, but I think friends should tell you the truth, even if it's not pleasant.”
The Time Lord threw up his arms in defeat. “Fine, fine! I'll do it, you've won. I will initiate the ritual of shpeegl.”