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lizbeeIn a triumph of Doing Stuff over Procrastination, I recently finished my two major craft projects of 2009: a baby blanket for my brother's baby, and a TARDIS cross-stitch for fallingtowers. (You can see photos of both here.) The baby was due last Monday, but has yet to make an appearance. This is probably torturous for the prospective parents, but at least the quilt arrived before the birth.
This left me with idle hands and lots of TV left to watch. I did start a new cross stitch, but it's from a kit, and therefore automatically less satisfying. And then I found a pack of lovely quilting fabric, and ... well. So I put on "Colony in Space" and did some quilting blocks (I'm playing with triangles for the first time! They are lovely, but fiddly; you can see one block here.) and wound up playing the "IN MY PANTS" game with the Doctor and the Master.
Something I love about Classic Who: you go through three episodes thinking you're watching a bog-standard story about colonists (played by Fleetwood Mac), a mining corporation (played by the Peacekeepers from Farscape only less Australian) and the indigenous civilisation (played by some guys in green paint) -- and then the Master turns up. He's on the hunt for an epic doomsday device that can destroy suns -- some joker went and nicked the Hand of Omega, so that sort of thing would come in handy -- which turns out to have been created by the indigenous civilisation.
This leads to a lot of dialogue like, "Now, Doctor, let me show you the greatest weapon the universe has ever known!" and "Well, Master, where's this extraordinary weapon of yours?" You can't hold me responsible if I sniggered a lot and then started playing the "IN MY PANTS" game.
Otherwise, this was not a bad serial, just a big draggy here and there. Jo was notably useless; I love her to bits, but I think she suffered more than most companions for the writers not quite getting her. She spends a lot of the serial either a captive, or doing domestic duties for the colonists. Travel in time and space, and you wind up doing the dishes...
fallingtowers. (You can see photos of both here.) The baby was due last Monday, but has yet to make an appearance. This is probably torturous for the prospective parents, but at least the quilt arrived before the birth.This left me with idle hands and lots of TV left to watch. I did start a new cross stitch, but it's from a kit, and therefore automatically less satisfying. And then I found a pack of lovely quilting fabric, and ... well. So I put on "Colony in Space" and did some quilting blocks (I'm playing with triangles for the first time! They are lovely, but fiddly; you can see one block here.) and wound up playing the "IN MY PANTS" game with the Doctor and the Master.
Something I love about Classic Who: you go through three episodes thinking you're watching a bog-standard story about colonists (played by Fleetwood Mac), a mining corporation (played by the Peacekeepers from Farscape only less Australian) and the indigenous civilisation (played by some guys in green paint) -- and then the Master turns up. He's on the hunt for an epic doomsday device that can destroy suns -- some joker went and nicked the Hand of Omega, so that sort of thing would come in handy -- which turns out to have been created by the indigenous civilisation.
This leads to a lot of dialogue like, "Now, Doctor, let me show you the greatest weapon the universe has ever known!" and "Well, Master, where's this extraordinary weapon of yours?" You can't hold me responsible if I sniggered a lot and then started playing the "IN MY PANTS" game.
Otherwise, this was not a bad serial, just a big draggy here and there. Jo was notably useless; I love her to bits, but I think she suffered more than most companions for the writers not quite getting her. She spends a lot of the serial either a captive, or doing domestic duties for the colonists. Travel in time and space, and you wind up doing the dishes...
