Scotch, as a follow-up to a few pints of beer, is not a good idea.
Anyone with half a brain knows this. Many without needing to try it first.
Me no smart like that.
Re-watched "The End of Time" (parts 1 and 2). That's the David Tennant farewell from "Doctor Who" when the 10th Doctor regenerates into the Eleventh (Matt Smith).
It's saying something of the crazier Moffatt stories that the over-the-top insanity of "The End of Time" doesn't bother me anymore. Indeed, I quite like Timothy Dalton's hammy performance as "Rassilon-slash-the-Lord-President-of-Gallifrey-slash-narrator".
John Simm was an amazing Master. Great counterpoint to Tennant's Doctor. The two complimented one another nicely.
While I'd like the Time Lords to return in some fashion, I hope the writers keep the Master dead. Having the Master destroy the Lord President (or seem to) and rescue the Doctor from death was in-sync with the original Roger Delgado-era concept of the Master.
Apparently the intention in the Jon Pertwee era was that there would be one remaining Roger Delgado story with the Master in which the Master would end up sacrificing himself to save the Doctor, presumably to honor their old, childhood friendship.
I keep wondering if Moffatt actually has some kind of mad plan that will turn out to result in the Silence being tied to the Time Lords in some way. The Silence seems to have time travel technology, they seem to have some kind of weird TARDIS-like constructs at their disposal, and they somehow managed to take control of the TARDIS and make it blow up (or so the nonsensical events of "The Panopticon Opens" indicates).
It would be brilliant if the Silence were some kind of debased, mutated, Morlock-like Time Lords. Weird, but brilliant.
Full moon today. Bring on the crazy.
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