Quotes from rec.arts.drwho
The
July 1995 Quotefile.
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In <3su481$92p@bsdi002.britain.eu.net>, Absolute Nutter
writes:
>
> AND how come Ace suddenly likes/accepts Perri Vale
Ah, the little known sister of Vicky.
- Peter Anghelides, 29th June 1995 (anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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>Well, I've had a question about Survival for a long time, too, but I'm
>afraid it's just silly. Um... in fact, it's pretty crukking rude. :-) I
>just wonder... wouldn't it sort of hurt a man to leap onto a motorcycle
as
>hard as the Doctor did near the end there? *ahem* Sorry... ;-)
>
Naah.
Syl's pet ferret took the brunt of the blow.
- David Versace, 29th June 1995 (davidv@gbrmpa.gov.au)
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[on the Doctor revursively leaving notes for himself]
If stuff like this makes perfect sense to Bill and Ted, how hard can it
be for people like us?
- Jonathan Blum, 29th June 1995 (jblum@glue.umd.edu)
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: Of course the l'Officiers would say that; they're acting as unpaid
: shills for Segal. The l'Officiers don't know what every production
: company in the world is thinking. How could they possibly know
whether
: or not another company might come along and purchase the rights to
Doctor
: Who if it weren't for Fox?
First, you have no idea what financial arrangements exist between
ourselves and Mr. Segal. Second, we take strong objection to the word
"shill". After all, we haven't called you a "ragweed infested,
weasel-faced, pisspoor git."
- Randy and Jean-Marc Lofficier, 28th June 1995
(rjmlof@haven.ios.com)
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[message from someone who rarely posts]
>Is rec.arts.drwho getting dull?
>Yes.
>Its like a comedy series in its second year, same old jokes, same old
>ideas.
>I'm going away to think about what to do.
Yes, well, we'll miss all those posts from you.
- Christopher D. Heer, 1st July 1995 (cheer@isisph.com)
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Are you frustrated and upset with life?
Is there a net personality(tm) that has so peeved you off that even
kill-filing them is not enough?
Has some shmuck in a local video store forgotten to order THE who tape
you have been waiting months to see?
Then have we got the solution for you. Spumco productions (a wholey
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Yes FRUSTRATION FIGURES(tm), nearly indestructable, made up of left
over plastic from some plastic factory (sold by a nice man named
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in the UK and now available in this limited time offer.
They are 100% flame proof (just like their real life counterparts) and
each has their own charming qualities.
The Ya-Hoo Yads(tm) doll is bendy and stretchy and can totally warp the
english language to a point where it is indistinguishable from a naked
singulairity.
The Jiltin' Jill(tm) doll has a rock hard skin and dogma to match.
Well reasoned arguments bounce off her like raisins off an
Oldsmobile(c).
The Silly Segs(tm) doll has an ever changing argument, with it's
nuteflon(tm) coating makes it hard to pin down to any one argument
in fact he may be arguing your point if you're not careful...
What will these cost you, in the short term only 19.99 in
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Order now and often, (we already have a large order from the US army
as practice dummies for Marine training scenarios and ballast for
their ships).
FRUSTRATION FIGURES(tm) another fine product from SPUMCO(tm) :-)
- Tom McCambley, 2nd July 1995 (tmccambl@css.carleton.ca)
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Dave the Dave writes:
|READY THE 1 GIGATONNE NUCLEAR WARHEAD!!!!
Now listen up, I say listen up, son. It'd be a shameful, I say
shameful,
waste of plutonium to use it all up in one big kaboom like that. If you
want to kill a bunch of chickens, you need to MIRV, I say MIRV, that
gigaton over a wide range of targets in smaller (1 megaton or even)
smaller increments.
Now skedaddle and work through your nuclear physics texts, son. You're
bothering me. I've got to figure out how to get this here orbital mass
driver aloft, so I can give that pesky dog one dandy of a wake-up call,
if you know what I mean!
- Foghorn "The Admiral" Leghorn (Mike Zecca), 3rd July 1995
(mwzecca@ouray.cudenver.edu)
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Paul Cornell wrote:
>Just a note to say that I'll be in Rochester, NY from 5th-15th August,
>apart from the weekend of 12th-13th, when I'll be doing a signing in
>Minneapolis. From 16th-18th August, I'll be in Toronto.
The preceding announcement has occasioned a kind of mass hysteria
in the DW fans of North America. Grown men have wept. Genteel women
have thrown punches. The Atlanta Falcons won away. Clearly, the
moment has arrived to announce the Paul Cornell Fan Club of North
America
(PCFCNA).
CAN YOU ANSWER YES TO ANY OF THE FOLLOWING STATEMENTS?
o Did you, long ago in an English summer?
o Do you carry your cup of tea around like a sacrament?
o Do you like owls?
..then what are you waiting for??? Sign up *now*!!! Just tear out the
application form (printed between the lines on page 15 of any of Paul's
Virgin novels), and send it in today!!!
MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES
1. Chance to touch the hem of Paul's garment and have your
prose style healed
2. One in 10,000 chance of being Best Man/Matron of Honor/token
virgin at Bernice Summerfield's wedding (subject to availability)
3. Right to buy Paul a pint of lager at the Tavern(TM) in London
4. Guest appearance as a tiresome ten-year-old in Paul's next "Bugs"
script
5. Get first viewing of Paul's postings to r.a.dw, before he even sends
them! (So you alone will get to find out what's in his latest book
before
everyone else gets to find out on r.a.dw what's in it before everyone
else
gets to read it when it's published!)
6. Your own personal unpublished chapter from one of Paul's books
7. Discounted membership of the "Kate Orman is a Godess" fan society.
(This is a triple first: the first fan club for Kate, the first club
for
a woman fan, and the first fan club of its kind in the Antipodes.)
NB: this offer does not apply to chickens or warthogs.
SPECIAL NOTE
Non-members of the NA will be forbidden to comment favorably
on Paul or his many works in r.a.dw in future. Punishment for
infringement is severe: each month, transgressors will be placed in a
sealed room, into which a group of starved Mandrels will subsequently
be released to tear them apart - their arms, their legs, their
everything.
(This may seem cruel, but after a few months the Mandrels should get
used to it.)
AND REMEMBER
All those rumors you heard are false, repeat false. If you read the
first letters from each sentence in the last chapter of Human Nature
backwards, they do *not* spell out "Paul is dead". Nor will the cover
of
Happy Endings feature a picture of Paul walking barefoot across a road
carrying an unfeasibly large belt of machine gun bullets and holding his
arms in an anaotomically improbable position. (These stories have been
repeatedly confirmed by the Lofficiers as an unsubstantiated rumors
on several previous occasions.)
Peter Anghelides
Coordinator and Chief High Councillor of PCFCNA
PS: Jon Pertwee has kindly agreed to be Honorary Lifetime President.
- Peter Anghelides, 3rd July 1995 (anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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Here follows an account of a slightly...bizarre dream I had last night.
I wave all manner of flags in it's general direction to prevent any
responsibility, blame, or legal action being taken regarding it's
content ; this is what getting a summer job as a security guard does to
one's state of mind. Probably. Hmm. Maybe I could make an NA submission
out of it. Authors in NAs...self referential awareness....hmm, yes,
Chesterfield...*wanders off, mumbling*
THE DREAM (tentatively entitled, "QUACK, QUACK ALL MY DUCKY DARLINGS")
A large room, painted white. All manner of assorted rubbish is piled in
orderly chaos - alarm clocks, inflatable moose enlargers, hand operated
electric teeth - and a rocking chair rocks alone and silent in one
corner. I enter, clutching a saucepan - I know this is a new bookshop
which opened today, and I'm eager to see what they have.
Approaching a small cardboard box, I kneel down and rip off the lid (my
saucepan disappears at this point, unnoticed). Inside, to my
inexplicable delight, is packed full of NAs. Inexplicable, because I
haven't actually read that many and wasn't particularly thrilled with
those I have. At that moment, words drift gently from just behind my
left shoulder. "I'm sorry," says a crisply accented female voice, "Could
you help me rotate this parsnip?"
Quickly, I turn around and see a small woman that I immediately
recognise as Kate Orman - and this is where things begin to take a turn
for the peculiar (or, depending on your point of view, the even more
peculiar). For a start, I only know the name Kate Orman through this
newsgroup. I've never read any of her books, or seen any pictures, or
anything. Why she should therefore turn up in my dream, or, indeed, why
I should immediately recognise her is a complete mystery to me.
She's dressed in a long red garment that's either a ballgown or a
bathl, has long red hair, and, curiously, a long red face. The
general impression is that of an animate traffic cone. I reply that ,
alas, I'm too busy reading the NAs. "Oh," she blinks. "I write them, you
know. If I had some money, I'd buy a few for my mother."
"Never mind!" cry I, "I'll read one to you!" So saying, I grab the
nearest one and begin to read. It's apparently called "MOIRE" and is
written by David Someone-That-I-Can't-Recall. Indeed, the only thing
that I /can/ recall about the book is that it revealed the Doctor was
the fourth person to own the TARDIS.
Tremendously excited by this, I begin a tirade on how /this/ is the
sort of stunning, original, and yet /traditional/ revelation that fans
want to read about. Waving the tome beneath Miss Orman's nose, I rant
that it's the sort of thing /she/ might want to try writing about,
instead of all this "chicken and warthog nonsense."
(REMINDER : I've never /read any/ of her books. At all! Honestly!)
She seems chastened. Promising to do so at once, she crawls away,
leaving me alone in the shop. In the distance, a cacophany of clocks
chime the hour.
Long ago.
In a Scottish bookshop.
. finis .
- Mark Hunter, 3rd July 1995 (markhu@castle.ed.ac.uk)
[but then, Paul Cornell decided to critique the dream. . . ]
> She's dressed in a long red garment that's either a ballgown or a
>bathtowel, has long red hair, and, curiously, a long red face. The
>general impression is that of an animate traffic cone. I reply that ,
>alas, I'm too busy reading the NAs. "Oh," she blinks. "I write them,
you
>know. If I had some money, I'd buy a few for my mother."
So, this long, red, thing is asking you about parsnips, and you tell it
that you're too busy reading NAs. If we conclude that the NAs represent
childish things (they are boxed up as old toys are), then 'Kate' is your
libido. She asks something of you (in a very sidelong way, involving
overtones of both prostitution and motherhood), and instead of answering
her demand directly, you dive back into childhood and offer to ttake her
back there also. It's a typical 'edge of experience' dream. Something,
possibly exams, possibly a sexual relationship, is about to take you
over
a precipice, and your unconscious is working out your fears of it in
asafe way. Kate's appearance as both penile/matronly is a dead giveaway.
Or it could be that stilton you had befor bedtime.
- Paul Cornell, 4th July 1995 (paul@cornell.demon.co.uk)
[and then. . . Dave McKinnon]
> Here follows an account of a slightly...bizarre dream I had last
night.
Yes. I know.
> THE DREAM (tentatively entitled, "QUACK, QUACK ALL MY DUCKY DARLINGS")
[dream sequence snipped]
> *cough* Well. There you have it. If you've any idea what it /means/,
>please don't hesitate to illumine us. Me. Whoever.
This is not a dream. It's not a premonition.
It is the future.
*I* will write the book _MOIRE_, and get a few copies of it bound in the
*exact* same style as Virgin. I shall leave them in a box by your side
at a convention in Melbourne, Australia, which *YOU* will attend. You
will find this box, open it, read the book, and wave it under Ms.
Orman's
nose in precisely the way described in this dream.
And you will frighten her away from writing any more NAs! Ever! *YOU*
shall take the blame for this horrific crime, while *I* will seize the
opportunity created by her departure to write tons of worthless NAs,
which
will nonetheless sell terrifically, make me an untold fortune, and grant
me an entirely new cycle of regenerations! Bwahahaha!
- David "Deadly Assassin" McKinnon, 5th July 1995
(mckinnon@math.berkeley.edu)
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>When the concept of the NA's was first mooted I was quite
>excited but on reading a few of the novels I must admit I fast lost
>interest.
In my reply to Nick's posting, I intend to use the following symbol to
denote this phrase: 'What a load of obvious rubbish! You have the same
opinions as everybody else on the planet, apart from the tiny percentage
of people who happen to be right': @
>You see, Doctor Who was an excellent
@
science fiction
@
series (most
>of the time). I have a great deal of it on Video tape and take
>great pleasure in watching it however the translation from screen to
>page has been a bit of a disappointment.
>These books are frankly mediocre
@
, if I want to spend 10 to 12 hours reading a book there are acres of
better books to read (a veritable jungle of
>undisputed greats of world literature which could enrich my life). If
I
>want to read great science fiction I will read Lian Banks
(sic)
>or Robert A. Heinlein
@@@@@@@!!!! Bwah-hah-hahh!
>or even Gibson,
What, even *Gibson*, the person who made your genre moderately
respectable?
>these writers are or have written novels
>which advance the genre and push it to it limits,
Well, two out of three have.
>they challenge the
>reader (as well as being thumpingly good reads). Whereas the NA's and,
>even worse, the MA's are pretty formula, average, cliched sci-fi fayre
>and without the Doctor Who tag one has to question whether they'd be
>published at all.
Thing is, Doctor Who is all of the above, so if you want us to be
faithful to it...:-) I think we're actually quite a lot better than
televised Who.
>They are fast becoming the Mills and Boon of science
>fiction.
And what's wrong with M&B?
>Admittedly I haven't read more than about 8 of the books,
@@@@@@!!
This phrase figures quite often in commentaries like this one...
>all
>of which left me cold, and there may well be a diamond or two amoungst
>the rough but frankly I'm not prepared to wade through the piffle to
>find them.
Know how you feel, love.
>My other complaint is that I think they detract and in a strange way
>cheapen the series.
This is not possible. *Cheapen* Doctor Who? Surely not.
> I don't want to see a homicidal Ace and a Doctor
>whose dark side is so overwhelming that it almost blanks out the heroic
>character of my childhood.
You stopped reading before Tragedy Day, didn't you? Which were these 8
books?
>To be honest, I never liked the 'dark-side'
>Doctors in the series, the Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy eras were
>for the most part, sloppily scripted,
@@@
ill thought out,
@@@
badly directed,
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>poorly designed
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>and disasterously cast
@@@ and could we please have an IMSO after all this bollocks in future,
IMAO?
>and it is from these seasons
>that the books were launched, not the most auspicious of pedigrees.
>I would like to see the legend of the Doctor left alone until someone
>has the sense to return him to the media into which he belongs, the
>television.Sorry If I have offended any NA or MA authors,
Not at all, I enjoy slapping NA sceptics round the chops. There is
actually a club for you lot.It's called the DWAS. Are you aware of it?
>I have
>never been able write a book and admire anyone who has the drive and
>talent to do it,
And Robert Heinlein. Okay, I love ya, bye bye!
- Paul Cornell, 4th July 1995 (paul@cornell.demon.co.uk)
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How about a 14-part (yes, 14!) episode? Put the Doctor on trial or
something,
and break it down into three or four mini-stories, each being "evidence"
or
something.
Man, that would suck like a Hoover.
- Christopher D. Heer, 6th July 1995 (cheer@isisph.com)
[Segonax was. . . Segonaxing. . . ]
>You've got it wrong. What I was saying was this:
>you put JonDoc's Aikido skills (Pentium chip) into SlyDoc's
>inferior body (486 computer) and the computer blows up. Yet somehow in
>_Transit_ it managed to work. Thus, _Transit_ as a complete crock.
But the Doctor isn't a PC - he's a Time Lord. Time Lords differ from PCs
in many important ways.
* Time Lords are sworn never to interfere and mess up the lives of
ordinary
people.
* Unlike Time Lords, PCs will not survive being dropped from radio
telescopes.
Believe me. I've tried.
* Time Lords "walk in eternity". My Pentium PC will be obsolete next
year.
* When PCs are alive, they are connected to each other in a network.
This
only happens to Time Lords when they are dead.
* A Time Lord does not have a mouse connected to it. Occasionally a
ferret,
but never a mouse.
* Many PC publications now have CD-ROMs on the cover, but only one
Doctor
Who publication does - System Shock.
* Almost all PCs have colour monitors. In "The Three Doctors", the Time
Lords had a black-and-white monitor.
* When you ask a PC to reformat a floppy, it doesn't sit there with the
disk head poised, and a pop-up window saying "Do I have the right ?"
* Douglas Adams has written for a Time Lord and an Apple Macintosh, but
never
for a PC.
Thus, your argument is a complete crock.
- David Owen, 7th July 1995
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>>> Just for your reference, the day Paul Cornell is able to write a
book
>>> as well as Robert Heinlein is the day hell freezes over, respect
where
>>> respect is due!
Could someone chuck another atheist onto the brazier? Ta.
- Mark Stevens, 8th July 1995 (mark@sonance.demon.co.uk)
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>I like Dr. Stephen Falken's books, but do you really think that the
>Doctor will be able to do battle with Daleks when he is confined to a
>wheelchair?
Yeah, but y'see, *this* wheelchair can arbitrarily glow
red, and rise up the stairs! Wouldn't *that* be chilling. Then we
can do Ragnarok.
- Ben Aaronovitch, a.k.a. Jason A. Miller, 9th July 1995
(doctor8@jhuvms.hcf.jhu.edu)
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I'm sitting here with my Dalek pipe,the smoking
blend-Davros the Immortal screamer.
- Alex Floyd-Vargas, 7th July 1995 (seventham@aol.com)
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HEY EVERYONE! THE DALEKS APPEAR IN DAY OF THE DALEKS.
- Arch Timmer, a.k.a. Jason A. Miller, 9th July 1995
(doctor8@jhuvms.hcf.jhu.edu)
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[re: the Master as a child]
"You'll see there's no problem at all, Sergeant Benton. There's
no problem at all. There's no problem because you will give me that
toy truck. You *will* give me that toy truck. I am the Master and you
will play with me."
- Jason A. Miller, 9th July 1995 (doctor8@jhuvms.hcf.jhu.edu)
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How about this as a radical idea? Write a NA/MA without the Doctor or
any of his companions, or any reference to WHO continuity whatever.
Books like this have been tried before and some of them have sold very
well.
- Ken Mann, 9th July 1995
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>I see that "Mark of the Rani" and "Time and the Rani" have now been
>released on BBC Video here in the UK. Bought my copies this afternoon!
Don't come crying to me when the store won't take them back.
- Jason A. Miller, 9th July 1995 (doctor8@jhuvms.hcf.jhu.edu)
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> Myself and my girlfriend, Tuffy got engaged whilst over in the Uk.
Thank
> you.
No problem.
- Andrew McCaffrey, 11th July 1995 (fenric@clark.net)
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>I remember a "New Statesman" competition to subtly rewrite the first
>sentences so that the novel would be utterly changed. Among the
winners,
>for example, was a variant for 'To the Lighthouse': "No," said Mrs
Ramsay,
>"we won't go to the lighthouse, even if they weather does stay nice."
"Oh, I suppose you're right, Ian," sighed Barbara. "Susan's just
another
student. Fancy a chinese take away?"
- David McKinnon, 11th July 1995 (mckinnon@math.berkeley.edu)
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"Let's go to Heaven," the Doctor suggested, lightly tapping Ace on the
chin.
"Actually, I'd rather not, Doctor. Let's go to a soccer game instead?"
The Doctor frowned, his face darkening, but only for a moment.
"Why not?" he said. "I've nothing better to do."
--excerpt from _Love and Love_ by Paul Cornell.
- Jason A. Miller, 13th July 1995 (doctor8@jhuvms.hcf.jhu.edu)
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Separated at birth, eh? Hmm ...
How about: Tom Baker (from "Logopolis"), and
Tom Baker. (From "Nightmare of Eden")
- David "No, really!" McKinnon, 12th July 1995
(mckinnon@math.berkeley.edu)
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>Who, of the Doctor's many companions, do you think exhibited the least
>sense of haute couture?
One companion never changed out of his original costume. And it was
made
up of a wide variety of garish colours in the days before John
Hawaiian-Shirt
became the producer, and long before Colin Baker's costume was stitched
up
out of June Hudson's cast-off curtain material. I am referring, of
course,
to the tartan monstrosity worn in every appearance between THE
INVISIBLE ENEMY and WARRIORS' GATE by K*9.
PS: How did John Leeson get into that K*9 suit anyway?
- Peter Anghelides, 13th July 1995 (anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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[in the midst of a bunch of jokes about Paul Cornell scripting a UK
spinoff of "Cheers," I ask:]
>Can I play Norm?
So now Paul's scripting the remake of "Genesis of the Daleks"?
- Peter Anghelides, 14th July 1995 (anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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[someone decided to give suggestions for the new Who]
>> 1) Alien takeover of 1990s Earth. Preferably in Britain or wherever
>> UNIT is located. Should be suble at first, to give that feeling of
>> growing horror as in _Alien_, then should be gradually revealed in an
>> all-out attack, a la _Aliens_. I would make up an entirely new
species
>> for the debut, instead of using Daleks. Well, maybe the Sea Devils...
Don't forget to use a network of sewers. Alien invasion forces are
particularly
fond of them. Nevertheless, it's quite odd how no-one actually sees the
aliens
entering the sewers in the first place.
CyberLeader: Quickly, get down! Someone's coming!
CyberBod: You think I'm not trying? My bleedin' tubey bits are
caught fast in the rungs.
Failing that, use an area of woodland. If the worst happens, alien
invasion
forces can always pretend to be a band of live role-players, out for a
weekend's
mirth.
>> 2) The Doctor meets and befriends UNIT and whoever will be his
>> companion(s). Since American audiences like clitched romance, someone
>> like Ian and Barbera would be appropriate, unless they throw in
someone
>> who has a crush on the Doctor (which would become comic relief).
There'd
>> prob. be a flashback or dream sequence to explain (very little) about
the
>> Doctor, the Tardis and Gallifrey.
Don't forget - UNIT soldiers are tough, mean hombres. They've been
trained in
the harshest conditions known to man; from the Sahara Desert to
Antartica.
They've been tutored by the best martial artists in the Far East.
They've been
tutored by the deadliest soldiers in the Middle East. They eat SAS
training
manuals for breakfast. They've been extensively debriefed on every known
alien
being that exists in the known galaxy. From Yeti and Daleks to Cybermen
and
Silurians, they know that there may yet be an even greater foe lurking
out
there, somewhere, waitingpounce on Earth and claim it as its nest egg.
Which is why, when the Doctor warns a UNIT soldier about an impending
alien
attack, they exclaim, "Why, aliens Doctor? But that's absurd!"
>> 3) Doctor stumbles across alien invasion, doesn't want to get
involved,
>> but is dragged into it so that he can complete some agenda of his own
(maybe
>> finding a lost Susan).
Even when the Great Harbinger Laser of Ultimate Doom is trained upon
planet
Earth, the Doctor will still try and discuss the situation over a cup of
tea
and
cheese scones.
>> 4) The plot resolution should involve something in Earth's past to
show
>> off the time-travel aspect. Possibly we'd see in the past evidence of
his
>> meddling or hints of another incarnation of himself. The Doctor
should take
>> the battle to the Aliens' homeworld as well.
Only during the penultimate scene of the climax will we learn that the
Doctor
was responsible for stabbing Caesar, burning the cakes, rescuing the
French
aristocrats and then uttering, "Kismet Hardy," before regenerating into
a sea
otter.
>> 5) The Doctor whimsically trotting off as though nothing important
>> happened carrying along his new partners.
...both of whom instantly demanding to know where the TV set is.
- Mark Stevens, 14th July 1995 (mark@sonance.demon.co.uk)
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>Here's just a crazy little thing that popped into my head while I was
>reading a Doctor Who story...would it be possible to say that the
Doctors
>regeneration process is much like what we term reincarnation of a sort?
Yes.
- David "Deadpan" McKinnon, 14th July 1995
(mckinnon@math.berkeley.edu)
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Welcome, have fun and watch out for the nationalistic flag wavers.
Leaving you with Rule Britannia in the background ...
God, Queen and Country Member - Liberal
International
- Dave the Dave, 14th July 1995 (doctor@DoCtOr.edmonton.ab.ca)
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[in response to a cricicism of Leela]
"Uh oh."
"Yeah, Shannon's gone and done it this time."
"Ya reckon?"
"Yep. He's ragged on Leela. Said she ain't a developin' character."
"No kiddin'?"
"Yep."
"So I guess now that Dave McKinnon guy's gonna set 'im straight, huh
Bubba?"
"Shore is."
"Whaddya reckon he's gonna say, Bubba?"
"Who, Dave?"
"Yeah."
"Aww, he'll say that Leela started out as this ignorant savage -- a
country
bumpkin, I guess -- who had so little puhlitical savvy that she got
kicked
out of her tribe -- an' nearly got kilt, too. By "Horror of Fang Rock",
she was sensible 'nuff to be able to give away some good advice, lahk to
that fool Lady Adelaide."
"Then what, Bubba? Them's only two stories!"
"Jes' be patient, Hank -- I ain't finished yet. Now, where wuz I?"
"'Horror of Fang Rock'"
"Oh yeah. Well, in 'Invisible Enemy', she figgered out how to use the
TARDIS -- heh, heh --"
"Thass not funny, Bubba."
"Naw, well, neither wuz 'Invisible Enemy'. Anyway, in 'Sunmakers', she
talked her way out of a crisis! She nearly got kilt by shootin' off her
mouth in 'Face of Evil', and now she's usin' it *not* to get kilt. And
she
even talked that pasty-faced tax evader Cordo into followin' her into
battle!"
"I reckon he was jes' tryin' to git her into bed, Bubba."
"Hush, Hank. Them thoughts ain't proper fer a gennelman."
"I know, thass why I got 'em."
"Have the pigs kicked you out o' the pen yet, Hank?"
"Aw, Bubba, I --"
"Anyway, Leela gets even better in her last story. Now, she's good
'nuff
wit' that diplomacy thang that she talked a whole army into followin'
her!
And they did good, too! Saved the Doctor 'n' everything!"
"Yeah, but then she had to go an' marry that stoopid Andred guy."
"Yer jes' jealous, Hank."
"I am not! She ain' mah type, nohow. I don' wanna wife who's gonna
kill
folks."
"Well, thass the poin', Hank. By the time she lef', she wasn' killin'
no one. 'Cept maybe a Vardan, or a Sontaran, or some other nothin' lahk
that."
"No kiddin'! I never noticed."
"Naw, you wouldn't, Hank."
"So, ya reckon Dave's gonna say all that, Bubba?"
"Naw. He's prolly too bored."
"Oh. Say, Bubba, could you put in a good word fer me wit' the pigs?
They
kicked me out o' the pen."
"What? Now, Hank, I was jes' kiddin' back thar ..."
- David "Bored" McKinnon, 14th July 1995
(mckinnon@math.berkeley.edu)
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[re: who should play the new Doctor]
> Just remembered all the fuss about Mr Blobby a few months back, and
>realised how absolutely perfect he is for the part.
I trust the Colin Avenger is taking note of this implied slur.
PS: Hands up all those who wish that Noel Edmonds' Mr Blobby had
expired in a car crash? Hmm, thought so.
[note: this was posted shortly after the rumour emerged about Colin
dying in a car crash]
- Peter Anghelides, 19th July 1995 (anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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Here's something of interest... a list of the proposals for Missing
Adventures that were rejected for being "unworkable". They're not the
Missing Adventures, they're...
THE MISSING MISSING ADVENTURES.
_Chancellor Goth Opera_
A sequel to a planned New Adventure titled _Love Harvest_ (where
the
Master goes to Woodstock and uses a psionic booster to make everyone
love
him); this novel would explain just how the disgusting looking Master
was
able to snare Goth; the psionic powers from Woodstock were launched
through time and made Goth fall deeply in love with the Master. Here,
you
thrill to the librettos of Goth as he sings his devotion to the Master
over and over again. When the plan to include a CD with each book proved
to be too cost-prohibitive, this was scrapped.
_Devolution_
When a strange wave of energy strikes the TARDIS, the Doctor and
Sarah are transformed into their evolutionary predecessors. Sarah
becomes
a chimpanzee, while the Doctor turns into a candy-striper. This story
came
to an abrupt end when Sarah-the-chimpanzee accidentally opens the doors
into the Vortex and sucks them both out to their doom.
_Borusian Lullaby_
The Doctor, Ian, and Barbara are all thrown backwards in time when
Barbara plugs her curling iron into the TARDIS's console. They find
themselves on Ancient Gallifrey, where a young Gallifreyan throws a rock
at Ian. Ian, furious, spanks the tot, only to discover that he's just
scarred a young Borusa for life, who will no longer create the TARDIS.
The
Doctor must fix the situation by singing Borusa lullabies, playing
hopscotch, and letting Borusa win at tiddlywinks; only then will the
tramautic experience be forgotten. This Missing Adventure was also going
to reveal who "The Other" was, but Peter Darvill-Evans decided that no
one
really cared about it, so the novel was cancelled.
_The Crystal Phallus Erato meets the Doctor, Tegan, and Turlough on a
strange planet where
everything is made out of vanilla pudding. Erato, to protect himself,
has
formed a large crystal skin around his body. Unfortunately, this makes
the
gigantic creature so heavy that he's sunk deep into the pudding and
can't
get back out. The Doctor, Tegan, and Turlough have to stick their butts
into the pudding and then eat it to try and save him. Awwwww yeah. This
book got scrapped when MTV threatened to sue for the unauthorized use of
Barry and Levon from "The State".
_State of Pocket Change_
This book was intended as a prequel to the novelization of "Delta
and
the Bannermen", where the Doctor and Mel had discovered there was no
money
to be found in the kitty. In this book, the Doctor and Peri are stuck on
an interstellar tollroad and find themselves doing anything they can to
get enough money to get free when the kitty runs out. This novel was
cancelled because the author wasn't allowed to have Peri run around
naked
for the entire story; Virgin demanded she "at least wear a feather suit
or
something", and thus a different story was born...
_The Romance of Mime_
Romana gets romanced by Marcel Marceau in this historical novel,
while the Doctor and K9 are stuck in an endless cabaret. This book was
cancelled when the extreme lack of dialogue began to set in.
_The Ghosts of Ren-Space_
Intended as a vehicle to get the series bought by Nicklelodian, the
Doctor and Sarah meet Ren and Stimpy, who proceed to destroy the
universe
and kill everyone in it. Only after the Doctor becomes a ghost is he
able
to exile Ren and Stimpy into their own seperate, nonsensical universe.
Cancelled when Nick passed on the offer.
_Time of My Life_
This novel was intended as a way to cash in on the whole _Griffin
and
Sabine_ craze. Here, we see the Doctor's diary, as he tells HIS side of
the story. What did the Doctor really think about his former selves? Did
he want to have Peri stay as a bird? Was he strangling Peri because he
was
unstable, or was there an ulterior motive? The book was scrapped when
Virgin saw just how expensive the book would be to make.
_Dancing the Node_
Jo accidentally uploads all of UNIT's top-secret documents to an
online service in the classified ads section, and the Doctor must
scramble
to delete the posting! Unfortunately, the local node is down for
repairs,
making the Doctor try and construct his own... The book got yanked from
the schedule when it hit them that there weren't any online services in
England in the 70s.
_The Menange-a-Trois_
Sex sells, and they hoped the same for this book, as the Doctor,
Jamie, and Zoe get down and dirty. This book is tenatively rescheduled
for
April 1997.
_Cistern Shock_
The Doctor, Sarah, and Harry discover a fiendish plot--to control
the
world by electrifying cisterns! 256 pages of climbing up and down
cisterns
to remove wiring followed. The book died when the author passed away
from
sheer boredom.
- Greg McWhosits, 19th July 1995 (drizzan@aol.com)
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>I hear a rumour that William Hartnell may be retiring due to ill
health.
>Does anybody know anything about this? And is what I read in the Daily
>Sketch true -- that the part of Doctor Who is going to be taken over
>by Michael Horden, who will play it as a blacked up sailor?
Oh for the sake of Heaven, knowest thou not that such matters are verily
expounded in ye Frequently Asked Questions document? Search out your
village noticeboard, and seek thereon the fullest information. Then
wouldst
thou know what Les Officiers d'Amblin have stated, in truth, manifold
time
before: the matter shall not reach conclusion until such time as is
completed
the musical rendition of the songstress of great girth.
- Peter Anghelides (of that ilk), 20th July 1995
(anghelides@vnet.ibm.com)
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