Some Proper Doodles, Finally

At long last, I got around to replacing the batteries in my camera. So tonight, I present you with an exciting tour of my Religions spiral!

First, there's a strange creature that appears to have escaped from the Book of Kells to lurk in my margins:


Then there's the creepy gas mask kid from Doctor Who...


And in case that wasn't nerdy enough, here's a cartoon that only makes sense if you're familiar with both season 3 of Doctor Who and Plautus' Amphytryon: Jupiter's cover is blown by a Judoon platoon.


I have no idea what prompted me to draw a pair of Antebellum fauns, but there you have it...


To conclude, here's another margin-lurking beastie:

OMGWTFBBC!

I have this thing that happens when I watch too much British television where my internal monologue acquires a British accent. This is a bit maddening because I keep wanting to say things like "bloody" and "nutter" but I can't because I'm American and would sound daft ("daft" is also on the list).

Anyhow, this sad state of affairs has come about because I have shiny new Obsession of the Month. Actually, more like two. Or possibly three...

First, Doctor Who. I mean, how could I resist a show where the title character travels through time and space in a blue police box? I watched a few episodes, my eyes were opened, and I asked, "where have you been all my life?" I flew through the New Series, and now I'm doing my best to catch up on forty-odd years of the old-school stuff. I went from "um, wasn't that the one with the guy in the scarf?" to being able to rattle off all ten doctors and a wealth of obscure trivia. This fandom has eaten my brain.

Second, Torchwood. This is a Doctor Who spinoff, shares a few characters (Martha Jones ftw!), and takes place in the same universe (whoniverse?). It's sort of CSI Cardiff meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and is supposed to be a sort of "Doctor Who for grown-ups". That basically means that there's cussing and everyone hooks up with everyone else (seriously, I am not exaggerating. It's like watching fanfiction). It's great fun.

Third, Life on Mars. This is unlike the other two in that it isn't really a proper obsession (yet, anyhow) and it's the sort of thing I mentally class as "Sci-fi for people who don't like sci-fi". The premise hinges on time travel: a police investigator is hit by a car in 2006 and wakes up in 1973. But even though that's a crucial plot point, LoM isn't really a show about time travel. It's a well-crafted, subtle, beautiful, trippy story in 16 episodes. Seriously, I cannot recommend this show enough.

Okay, now that I've satisfied the "my fandoms, let me show you them!" urge, I'm going to shut up and do some homework. Or finish watching Life on Mars.

...As a rather tangential and irrelevant sidenote, I kind of had a hard time watching the first few episodes of LoM because the only other role I'd seen John Simm in was the Master in Doctor Who. That kind of imprinted itself on my brain, and consequently I kept expecting Sam Tyler to turn into an evil psychopathic Time Lord. It was a bit disconcerting.

Kylie Returns, With Bad Visual Puns!

For those who get it and/or find it amusing: welcome to the Irredeemable Geekitude Line. You just crossed it.

For those who don't: turn back while you still can.

In other news: Plautus is more fun than Cicero, Chaucer is still awesome, and Doctor Who is my new Obsession du Jour. Squee, rants, and meta may be forthcoming, if I ever get around to it.

So Much for Sleep

Fluffiness covers a multitude of sins, but really, this is pushing the limit. My terrible, horrible kitten has discovered that she can push my bedroom door open with her nose. When I tried to kick her out for the fifth time in as many minutes, she bit me. Now she's sprawled at the foot of the bed, nibbling my toes.

Stress-Induced Doodling

End of term, yay. Three significant projects/papers/presentations due in the next three days, not yay. It's doodle time!

Tired of translating? Take this guy's advice, have a dance-off!

Sorry this is sideways; I fail at pictures. This is from the front of my english folder. I drew an eye, and the rest of the face just followed. Except for the other eye.

A highlighter-and-dry-erase-marker flapper doodled on an old envelope: this is what happens when writing utensils and flat, wood-pulp-based surfaces are left within my reach.

You know what would be great?
--if there was an animated Japanese children's show featuring three kids, an inept professor who dressed like Disco never died, and a really weirdass robot? And they all lived together in a flying house that travelled through time to various Bible stories?

I couldn't make this stuff up.

Does anyone else remember this show? Because I was beginning to think I'd just imagined it. Seriously, you have no idea how happy this makes me.

What is wrong with this Picture?

I am sitting in my dorm room, on my dorm-issue desk chair, and eating leftover couscous off my dorm-issue desk. I have a napkin in my lap, and the fork I'm using has ornate scrollwork on both sides of the handle. This seems oddly incongruous.

In other news, my camera is out of batteries, so no more picture updates until I get around to buying some more AA's. I have a few things in the works, including an odd little comic that may or may not make it up here.