Secret Adventurer with an overwhelming sense of Melancholia. A Lover of Things Elusive. More than Willing to Soar through All of Time and Space to Embrace Joy.
And besides all these grandiose ideas, just a lot of the inane that fills up a head not bound to the rules of a single timeline.
Monday, November 19, 2012
How shall Dr. SpaceTime and you be screwed on this adventure?
It appears as if I will be fighting off the Daleks with an iphone, a tile coaster and a bottle of Mexican Coke. It shall be an old-fashioned record player that saves the Tardis. The torn shirt I'm wearing and the shorts with a hole in the butt should make up for what's lacking, though. Not screwed at all. I believe in the MacGyvery power of minimal technology and a sonic screwdriver to survive any situation. (Unless emotions are involved. In those situations the Doctor tends to pretty much screw everyone around him, either by killing them, obliterating their mind, or totally crushing their heart. No iphone or record player's going to fix those issues.)