Showing posts with label time travel in phone booths. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time travel in phone booths. Show all posts

Friday, January 7, 2011

Where Will 1.21 Jigowatts Get You?

We all know how much Cate loves time travel. And how much I love time travel.

Yes, yes, she was discussing Abraham Lincoln and nostalgia. But trust me. She loves time travel. And I was talking about chins in addition to time travel. But we both love time travel. I also like clothes. Cate likes clothes, but she prefers fashionable things. I prefer nerdy things, because when people see that I am a huge nerd, they will forgive me for having no fashion sense and not knowing the difference between some shades of blue and purple.

I can assure you, however, that the Police Box on this t-shirt is blue. And that the DeLorean that just ran into said box is gray.

I'm not good at impulse purchases; I spend too much time waffling and fretting and worrying and not knowing where my money is. I still don't own this shirt, but I might one day, thanks to Shirt.Woot's Reckoning, where the top t-shirts fight to see who can sell for the longest. The DeLorean-TARDIS collision has been on the chart for eighty-five weeks. I think I'll have a chance to buy it. And if not, maybe I can catch a ride with one of the many time travelers in my life.


xoxo,
Maureen

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Wibbly-Wobbly, Timey-Wimey...Stuff

As you may or may not be aware, I'm kind of a nerd.

I began enjoying science fiction at a young age, when my brother influenced me with things like Star Wars and Farscape. He also enjoyed Star Trek, but I must have been eating chips whenever that came up, because my interest there extends to this fantastic video, and that's it.)

In my later years, I discovered Doctor Who. Most everyone I heard from loved David Tennant, but I started with Christopher Eccleston, and I still think Tennant kind of looks funny.

Now, of course, our police-boxed Time Lord, the Doctor, is in his eleventh incarnation, still not a ginger, and portrayed by Matt Smith, a man with a large chin and a very boring name. A lot of people don't seem to like him, but I think that is mainly because they wanted to have David Tennant's babies. I also stopped watching at some point after it became more convenient for me to go outside (I don't have BBC America!), so I don't know what happened after the latest series made the Weeping Angels utterly un-terrifying.

But still, I like Doctor Who. Time travel is fun, time travel in phone booths is fun, sonic screwdrivers are fun, and bow ties are cool.