Yesterday had just arrived
When tomorrow took its place.
Today was lost in a sea of cares
That drowned the memory of your face.
Then you surfaced not far off,
The sunlight forced its way to Earth.
The wind went wild when yesterday arrived.

I sat alone in a crowded room.
Not a word I heard nor spoke.
Am I a stone to stay so cold?
Am I a fool to yet feel hope?
Pages of your manuscript,
Catch the breeze and float to Earth.
They rest forgotten on the crowded floor.

Remnants lined with fractured words,
Truth in fragments yet again
Lies abandoned at your door,
Silence I cannot pretend
To wish for or know how to mend.
Still I dream I’ll find a friend
Who may still understand these fractured words.

Who Cares


Considering how much of a fan I am, this post is long overdue.

51 years ago today, but one day after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the BBC aired the series premiere of a show about an alien who travels through time with his granddaughter and two 20th-century school teachers.  I wonder if anyone back then could have foreseen its becoming the longest-running science fiction television show of all time.

I am speaking of Doctor Who, that magical tale of a runaway Time Lord, both a legend and a “mad man with a box”, with something of an affinity for flying through space and time with human companions.  A show at times funny, at times deep, and not really easy to explain…

Just in time for Christmas, that clip.  :)

One of the amazing things about Doctor Who is that it is still around after all these years.  Sure, it was off the air from 1989 to 2005, but it was finally resurrected by good old Russell T. Davies and co. at BBC Wales.  It’s certainly not what it was in 1963; more of a quirky sci-fi drama now than an educational series.

Why is it still around?  It has found ways to stay relevant, such as the ingenious plot device of the Doctor’s ability to “regenerate” into a new body (and actor) whenever he is mortally wounded.  The idea of the TARDIS being stuck looking like a blue police box was originally due to the show’s low budget.  Now, it is iconic.

But most of all, I think The Doctor’s story is one that we need today, that we may always need.  We need someone to remind us of how utterly fantastic and wonderful, and yes, dangerous the universe is.  Someone who solves dilemmas not with guns but with his intellect and a sonic screwdriver.

The world can be so devoid of hope.  Our dreams can seem lost in a starless sky, an inevitable void.  But there’s always that hope, that fleeting hope that the TARDIS is coming for us.  The Doctor is a metaphor.  For hope.  For right and not might.  Heck, he’s a metaphor for Christ even, whether the show’s producers like it or not.

See, I kinda feel like Doctor Who is greater than the sum of its parts, of the people that work to put it together and keep it alive.  That’s why I have issues when Steven Moffat makes comments about how he’s going to “change things up” this season, that “it hasn’t really changed since 2005″ and that it needs to.  IT DOESN’T NEED TO!  Just let it be Doctor Who, let it be what it is: awesome.  Guide it, renew it, weave complex season-long storylines, but don’t change its essence.  Otherwise it’s no longer Doctor Who.

I don’t entirely trust Moffat.  I’ll say it out loud.  But I do think that the core of what Doctor Who is is safe, is rather unchangeable, and that the show will always be my all-time favorite.  This season didn’t start out strong, but it got better, and by the end, yes, I was excited for Doctor Who again.

And if it ever goes seriously downhill, I’ll just go drown myself in the David Tennant and Matt Smith years.  ;)

So, my fellow Whovians who may be reading this, wherever you are, grab your sonic screwdrivers, your fezzes, and your 14-foot long striped scarves, and let us sally forth into the world, bringing bananas to parties, not blinking or looking away from statues, proclaiming proudly to the world that Doctor Who still lives!


Happy Sunday folks!  Just a few more clips and links I couldn’t leave out:

One of my favorite funny scenes.  Sorry ’bout the quality; only one I could find:

The Doctor’s famous quote and his farewell to his granddaughter:

The very last scene of the classic run:

And finally, a video containing a short clip of EVERY EPISODE of Doctor Who EVER, spin-offs included.  This obviously took a lot of time to make, and I think it’s pretty cool.

Also, one of my all-time favorite blog posts ever: proof that Oscar the Grouch is a Time Lord.  I laughed so hard the first time I read this…

Peace, y’all.  To the next year of Who!



Total geek rant ahead.  Fair warning.

I don’t remember why, but today I figured while I was doing a quick Google search I would amuse myself by conjuring up one my favorite Google Easter egg.  You try it: go to Google and type in the word “askew”.  See what happens.  I’ll wait.

See what I mean?  Pretty neat, huh?  Except when I tried it today, it didn’t work.  Confused, I typed in “recursion”.  That one still works…  “The loneliest number”?  Google’s calculator still says it’s 1.  Then I opened Firefox and Googled “askew”.  The Easter egg worked just fine.


I realize you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, so allow me to explain.  I am one of the 1.6% of people browsing the interwebs that uses Opera as my primary internet browser.  And I’m proud to say it, not because I’m some ivory tower hipster geek, but because I find its features to be the most useful if I just want to browse the web and have my browser help me do that.  I don’t have a problem with people using Chrome or Firefox or whatever.  What I have a problem with is when websites like Google don’t feel like ensuring that ALL of their users are able to use their sites’ full functionalities.  (This is just the latest in a series of issues that did not exist with Google a few months ago.)  And now when I search for “askew”, the results come up like any other random word in the English language. I don’t care that the other 98.4% of internet users can enjoy askew and YouTube comments rendering correctly; as a minority, I feel rather unrepresented, and maybe I ought to remind Google that I’m one of their users too.

Anyway, hey, just a little Saturday morning rant.  You probably never even knew such a thing as Opera existed…  Nobody uses it though.  Google has the advantage of being a humongous company and Firefox has the support of the open source community.  IE and Safari are, well, there on your computer whether you like it or not.  Still, things ought to work; Google should know better.  I may have to send them a letter.

The point is, internet Easter eggs are cool (like the Gravatar Easter egg I’ve mentioned before, and “askew”, and if you hit the down arrow while a YouTube video is buffering, the spinning circle of dots turns into a game of snake).  And everybody ought to be able to enjoy them, not just “most everybody”.  Is it really that hard to just test your website on all of the Big 5?

If you know of any other cool Easter eggs, let me know in the comments.  :)

P.S.  We’re talking Opera 12 here, not this Opera 15 and onwards stuff that’s just another useless clone of Chromium.

P.P.S.  Oh yeah, if you use Firefox, open a new tab and type “about:robots” into the address bar.  That may be my favorite internet Easter egg of all.  :)

Quote: A Lack of Color


“And when I see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around
If you feel discouraged
When there’s a lack of color here
Please don’t worry lover
It’s really bursting at the seams
From absorbing everything
The spectrum’s A to Z”

- “A Lack of Color”, Death Cab for Cutie

Another Earworm, Housekeeping, Infinity, and a Priest


Featherstone – The Paper Kites

I stumbled across this song via what I consider one of YouTube’s most annoying features.  When looking up a new artist on YouTube, I usually find there’s a playlist the site will generate of that band’s most popular songs.  However, these playlists are sometimes interspersed with songs from other bands that YouTube’s algorithms “think” are similar.  This makes no sense at all to me, but it did lead to me discovering this song from a band I had never heard of.

I suppose it got stuck in my head because of its plaintive but somehow upbeat melody.  Plus, it’s rather calming.  The harmonies are also neat.  Indie folk-rock: what’s not to love?  (Still not sure quite what to make of the video though…)

I do however have a few things to address in addition to music.  Just some points regarding this blog, in case any of you have been wondering:

  1. Yes, more Greece posts are coming.  I think during Christmas break I should be able to get a lot done on this front.  I’ve not forgotten.
  2. There are several of you whose comments always seem to require my approval.  I don’t know why this is because it should be set up so anyone with one approved comment already is in the clear.  And I don’t know whether you people to whom this occurs care much, but yeah.  Just thought I’d say, I’m aware WordPress keeps doing that… and that I have no idea why, or how to stop it.
  3. There is no item three.  But things always look better in threes.  So here is the third item, which doesn’t exist.  Except it does exist now.  Or does it?
  4. Because I felt like it.
  5. Oh, but does four exist?  Do five or six?  Does seven exist, but invisibly?
  6. Do 1.1, 1.2, 1.3, etc. exist?  Are there in fact an infinite number of items here?

Also, on an entirely different topic, I’ve been watching a lot of Fr. Robert Barron’s videos on YouTube lately.  I encourage you to look him up; I find his videos are very intellectual and logical.  Gives one something to think about on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Bit of a ramble today… the product of the past hour and a half of my mind’s wanderings.  Time to go crank up the stereo and bake some granola.

Have a happy Sunday!



The Autumn leaves are falling
And here within they’ve settled,
Though I can’t find where,
Shattering like ice
Underneath the frosted
Surface of the deep.

The silent snows are drifting.
I have no heart for fires
That cannot understand,
So full of warmth and dancing,
The peaceful lack of color
Which clothes the streets below.

The winter wind is rising.
Some voice recalling sunlight:
“All appears so fine.”
I can no longer bear
These lies which keep my soul
From flying with the breeze.

The leaves are rent to pieces.
I did not move to save them.
The wind collects them faster
Than I could dare pursue.
And so I stand in silence
As daylight slowly fades.

Some voice within is crying
For seasons that were wasted.
The Summer is forgotten,
The Spring I never knew.
They are not dead, but sleeping
Deep beneath the snow.

“They shall soon reawaken,”
A voice once said to me.
For now the wind keeps rushing,
Time disappears too fast.
Perhaps I still could catch it,
With Winter as my hope.

My coat with sleeves outstretched
They found upon the snow.
The chill has pierced me through.
Hah! How could I mind?
Not with the stars as guides,
My hair whipped wild with speed.

Far off, some lights a-glimmer
Reflected in the fragments
Of tattered Autumn leaves
Convince me that in flying,
Having lost the fireside,
I have gained the world.

Six easy ways to improve NaNoWriMo

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Louis from VA:

I’m not the reblogging sort for the most part. But every now and then I come across something that just really deserves to be shared.

I thought about doing NaNoWriMo this year, but I never really planned for it much, and the next thing I knew it was November 3 and I thought to myself, ” Oh, yeah. That…” No hope now. Perhaps there would have been, if I’d read this sooner.

All the points Guy Bergstrom makes in this post make a ton of sense, and as a professional Speech Writer Guy, he should know. So to all my dear readers who have ever done, are doing, or have thought about doing NaNoWriMo, I say unto you: read this. Maybe I’ll do it in June, or some later date when I actually have time…

Originally posted on The Red Pen of Doom:

Writer peeps tell me they’re doing NaNoWriMo, which is Esperanto for “I’m trying to write a novel in a single month, and I’m 10k behind already, so I’ve quit my job and divorced my husband. I vaguely remember that we had some kids. Ready for a sprint?”

God bless all who sign up for this. I believe a novel is the toughest thing a writer can tackle, and the most rewarding.

It’s just that 30 days is a bit insane, and I say that as somebody who writes insanely fast. Related post: Why are all writers lazy bums?

If a friend of mine said they were doing NaNoWriMo, I’d want them to have a good experience and not pull their hair out because they missed two days of writing at that wedding and now they need to write 3,000 words a day and IT’S NOT HAPPENING.

It’s great that there’s a…

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