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Your argument is invalid:

Neil Patrick Harris and Puppets. It’s a web series. Awesome.

Oh, and don’t feed the trolls at YouTube.

Neil Patrick Harris and Puppets

Have a great rest of your day!

 

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TARDIS Mk VII (Photo credit: >Rooners)

The Doctor in Doctor Who is the embodiment of quantum physics. His D&D alignment is Lawful Good, because he is the law (of time), which of course is chaos, which makes it all confusing. At least, that’s how I see it.

Is he another British metaphor for Jesus, like Aslan and Gandalf? Or is he something else entirely? If so, what? And what is the Tardis (or who)? Is it intentional that the Tardis makes me think of R2D2?

What is it that makes us love the Doctor through eleven (soon to be twelve) incarnations? Is it his compassion? His joie de vivre? His silliness? His completely mindful living in the present?

Please feel free to discuss. The best of science fiction always has a philosophical underpinning, which is what builds our suspension of disbelief. It explores our universe, our humanity, the meaning of life.

What does Doctor Who mean to you?

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Imperial Daleks

Imperial Daleks (Photo credit: Kaptain Kobold)

But first, a quick introduction. I am a sophomore in high school, with decent grades in most classes, lots friends of varying styles, personalities, and morals, and a joy to experience many things and this has led to an interest of philosophy and so I think about EVERYTHING too much. I will lead you into conversations about zombies, Daleks, cooking, music, books, tv shows, video games, and philosophy. If any of you wish to rage about “teens today” then come to me, and I will often rage rage with you.

Now to the challenge:

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Dalek voting

Vote! Keep your priorities straight: Participate and then Exterminate. Or maybe simply participate and realize your entire reason for existing is bogus and decide to go against the crowd and become a proud citizen of the Universe. Maybe that will get that crazy Doctor off your back.

On a more serious note, yes, I know that Daleks would necessarily be aliens and not citizens, and even if they were citizens of an Earth country it would almost certainly be Great Britain and not the United States. Besides, they ain’t never gonna change, so the whole idea of them voting is laughable. So if you see one at your polling place, take cover and call the Doctor.

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Note to self: I don’t care how warm and light it is, don’t wear your silk jacket in the rain. Now you smell like wet caterpillar spit, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

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Overthinker Masked for Guy Fawkes Day (Bonfire Day)

Overthinker Masked for Guy Fawkes Day (Bonfire Day)

Remember Dances with Dragons, that adorably assertive and clueless little boy? Or perhaps The Perpetually Grounded Son, who spent over a year being the source of many stories about the woes of being a parent? Or Teenager, who got tired of me calling him the Perpetually Grounded Son?

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Fibonacci spiral with square sizes up to 34

Fibonacci spiral with square sizes up to 34 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Image via WikipediaI have been spending the last several days planning knitted objects based on the Fibonacci sequenceand doing some swatching, and playing Lord of the Rings Online. I thought that was geeky enough until my husband pointed out that the purpose of building knitted objects based on the Fibonacci sequence was to show them off, explain what I was doing to a room full of math geeks, and preen (or alternately, mention it as a test to see if others knew what the heck I was talking about).  True that. I am possibly a HUGE geek.

 

That said, reading Ta-Nehisi Coates‘ column in The Atlantic often helps me normalize my geekiness. There are others just as geeky as I am. This column, for example, discusses old school CRPG and other RPG games and people are flying their geek flags big time.

I was feeling totally and completely normalized and less geeky than average until I came across this comment to the post (the whole comment thread is worth reading):

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Not last night, but the night before, I woke up in the middle of the night (like I often do), obsessively checked my email on my phone (really, I’m that obsessive), and tried to drift back off to sleep.

“Moooooooooo.”

(Huh?)

“Mooooooooooooooooooooo.”

I have a history of sleep disorders, such that I assumed I was hallucinating, and tried to go back to sleep.

“Moooooooooooo-oooooooooooooo”

(WTF????)

I shook Husband’s shoulder.  “Do you hear that?”

“I was sleeping.  Go back to sleep.”

“There’s a cow out there.”

“Go back to sleep.  There’s nothing out there.”

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

“Honey, ‘Nothing’ just mooed again.”

(A side note here.  We live in Independence, MO, near the city center, but we have plenty of indigenous wildlife, including deer.)

He half opened one eye.  “It’s probably a doe calfing.”

I really, really wanted it to be true, because I couldn’t wrap my head around why there would be a cow wandering down the street.  It made more sense for it to be zombies, though, because that was an awfully deep voice for a doe.  (Hey, I told you I have a sleep disorder.  Zombies seem reasonable at two in the morning when something is mooing outside your semi-urban house).

Morning came, sunshiny and nice, and the whole issue slipped my mind until I happened to flip through and catch the evening news on KCTV-9.  Here’s a link to the story about the steer in my neighborhood.

A Black Angus Steer

To recap the story at the link:  Troy and Troi Hudson, who live more than ten miles from me, bought a new steer they named Bruno at about noon on Tuesday.  By 1:00 PM, Bruno had jumped the fence and was wandering down Truman Road (I live less than two miles from Truman’s family home and his Presidential museum.  There’s a lot of Truman around here).

Bruno went on his merry way for thirteen hours, with police and animal control and the Hudsons all trying desperately to capture him (although why you’d want to taser a distressed steer eludes me).

Finally, at 3:00 AM, shortly after he ran bellowing past my house, they cornered him and got him on the trailer.  The Hudsons sold him the next day and bought a (presumably) more docile heifer instead.

Poor Bruno.  I’m going to dedicate this tried and true video to him:

“Cows with Guns” by Dana Lyons, movie by Humans Are Teh Suk

Unfortunately, no one told Bruno that if he wanted to “run free with the buffalo”, he had to head south, to Lee’s Summit, rather than west. Poor steer. Where are the chickens in choppers when you need them?

 

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Funny true story: Many years ago, when the Perpetually Ground Son was just a baby, I lived in a little house with a walkout basement and no air conditioning.  It was a hot summer day, my oldest son was at his grandmother’s and PGS was taking a nap.  Hubby and I were curled up on the bed ‘in the buff’, watching TV, and I fell asleep.

Hubby and I were and are big Star Trek fans, and Star Trek can be relied on to be available even to a family without cable on a regular basis.  While I slept, Hubby was watching Star Trek, the original series, and probably reading a book.

When we sleep, we often process the things that are going on in our lives.   At that point in my life I was very worried about money (remember, new baby) and a new job that I’d been at for less than a year, and planning our wedding (Perpetually Grounded Son was an engagement present— oops) so, a lot on my mind.

Well, as often happens in Star Trek, that iconic Whoop Whoop Whoop of the Red Alert went off, and (I have to take my husband’s word for this — I have no memory of it) I sat straight up in bed, yelled “Oh, Shit!  Battlestations”, and ran across the room to the glass door that led to the back yard — stark bare-assed naked.

My husband said he was laughing so hard he barely had time to stop me.

And that is the naked truth about it.

Hope you’re having a great weekend!

 

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