I mentioned my daughter joining the ranks of the Doctor Who fandom before. Well, it has been more than a year and a new Doctor (with the requisite new Tardis, new companions, new bad-guys, etc) later, she's still as mad about the whole thing : )
Of course, it helped to have both parents Doctor mad as well.
Having said that, I must point out that it is nigh impossible to find stuff on the Time Lord here in Lyonesse. Go to any assistant in any major/independent video/book shop and ask for Doctor Who, and the answer invariably will be 'Doctor Who who?'. And that's just for the DVDs and books. Other merchandise are always absent.
Which is why this last trip to the Great Southern Land was so satisfying - Doctor Who toys!
Yes, there are now more than 10 sonic screwdrivers (different models with some repeats - both the missus and I wanted the functional screwdriver version) at home. Not to mention 3 die-cast Tardis(es), 2 plush ones, and 1 rolling-along version (that doesn't work very well, unfortunately). And assorted other stuff. He he he.
Of course, the sonics saw some use during the vacation itself. There was the Ghost Tour at Port Arthur, where it got really dark and scary. When the guide started to get to the truly spooky part of the tale, she must have been shocked to see three (yes, me too) sonic screwdrivers whip out of our pockets!
Ha ha ha. That was fun!
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Letters and Numbers
I have just returned from the Great Southern Land. More specifically, I visited that isle where devils roam. Over the course of my next updates, I shall doubtless be writing about my experiences there.
Yet.....
While the diversions were plentiful and diverse, and I enjoyed the Great (oh, yes, truly!) Outdoors immensely, there was one particular programme on television that I wish to highlight first:
Yes. Television. Now, this is the point at which my friends and acquaintances will go, "What! You went all the way there and you're telling me about TV?! Are you out of your mind?!"
Well, of course I am. But that is besides the point.
Actually, the programme that I wish to mention is also a gameshow (gasp! collective clutching at chests expected here ; P) which goes against everything that I have said about such in the past. But I will plead this: this is the sort of gameshow that I loved as a child, the sort that was replaced by inane prancing about and back-stabbing politics, not to mention physical exertion. If I don't like running and jumping about, what makes the TV people think that I want to watch other people doing that? Duuh!
Anyway, the program is ABC's Letters and Numbers, in which two contestants are pitted against each other to form words, solve mathematics puzzles and conundrums. On top of that, more words and their curious histories are introduced. Most excellent! It was smashing! And very educational! I loved it! Go look for it!
Of course, the daughter was bored by it all, and didn't understand how her father was so bloody hyper when someone formed the word Scrounged, which used up all the available letters (incidentally known as a full monty!). Such fun!
Yet.....
While the diversions were plentiful and diverse, and I enjoyed the Great (oh, yes, truly!) Outdoors immensely, there was one particular programme on television that I wish to highlight first:
Yes. Television. Now, this is the point at which my friends and acquaintances will go, "What! You went all the way there and you're telling me about TV?! Are you out of your mind?!"
Well, of course I am. But that is besides the point.
Actually, the programme that I wish to mention is also a gameshow (gasp! collective clutching at chests expected here ; P) which goes against everything that I have said about such in the past. But I will plead this: this is the sort of gameshow that I loved as a child, the sort that was replaced by inane prancing about and back-stabbing politics, not to mention physical exertion. If I don't like running and jumping about, what makes the TV people think that I want to watch other people doing that? Duuh!
Anyway, the program is ABC's Letters and Numbers, in which two contestants are pitted against each other to form words, solve mathematics puzzles and conundrums. On top of that, more words and their curious histories are introduced. Most excellent! It was smashing! And very educational! I loved it! Go look for it!
Of course, the daughter was bored by it all, and didn't understand how her father was so bloody hyper when someone formed the word Scrounged, which used up all the available letters (incidentally known as a full monty!). Such fun!
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