Because Someone Somewhere In A Basement Demanded It!

According to reports on the internet and the screelings of a lost druid somewhere near Arva, it looks like something potentially awesome--but probably more potentially embarrassing--is coming our way this fall.

We are going to have



PLUS



Which, if I'm doing my addition right, gives us a grand total of



Which should be enough for any sane man or woman not polluted by the penis burr or absinthe addiction, but no! Keeping that figure in mind, add



AND ADD ONE MORE



to give us a grand total of



ELEVENTY DOCTORS!

The Eleven Doctors will hopefully not suck as badly as other multi-Doctor stories. Yes, I said it. Outside of Time-Crash, they are nothing more than televised pantomimes that are interesting for the first ten minutes, then just begin to drag. Like porn. On the upside, it will probably be written by Steve Moffat, who does time wacky very well. And it's going to be short. And it's for charity during the Children In Need. So, that's good.

Remember, it's for the kids, kids! Not for that dweeb who wrote the BBC a letter a day for the last two years on Teletubbie stationary. And it's only a coincidence we have the same name! Really!

Who Party 14: I Love Robert Shearman

Having three contributors to this blog means that there will be several posts about Who Party. Here's my take: phenomenal. I had a really great time. It was terrific to meet so many Who fans in one place and have serious conversations about a show that so often isn't taken seriously when it ought to be. I found myself in the panel room nearly all day, having great conversations with folks who knew Who so much better than I, and suffering from embarrassment as my Bad Wolf tee shirt placed me in the camp of new Who converts--but I do watch classic, seriously, I do. It is very humbling to be with fans who know the show so well that I can't hope to ever catch up to them.

The highlight of the day for me was finding my new crush: Robert Shearman. He's adorable. He's brilliant. Sitting in on his reading from Tiny Deaths, I was captivated by his prose style--both jovial and disturbing. But I must be careful lest I start sounding like the "pretentious" blurb on the back of his book. At any rate, I really enjoyed it and was pleasantly surprised to have a conversation about writing process in the middle of a day otherwise devoted to geeking out. I was even more pleasantly surprised to have my offer of sitting down to a beer actually accepted. When I turned up for said beer, Mr. Shearman, my love, my darling, was charming and forgiving when I put my foot in my mouth. I'm dying to consume many pints with this dear fellow, to watch the sun rise while alternating between dirty jokes, masturbatory conversations about authorship and--of course--crude party tricks.

Mr. Shearman, my door is always open. 

Check out our photo album of the event here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/carnivalofmonsters/sets/72157619670625131/

-- Vanessa

Oohh, Ginger!

So this is to be the new companion--Karen Gillan. First impressions?

Cute.

Ginger.

So goddamned young.

With the new Doctor, Matt Smith, tipping the chronal scales at 26 and his companion being only five years younger, is this going to be the Jonas Brothers version of Doctor Who? Will the Master arrive, this time all of fifteen, doing wheelies on a black skateboard? Will the Cybermen arrive wearing silver laced hoodies, complaining about how their Cyber Bitch Of A Dad won't let them invade Earth after 10 p.m.? Will the TARDIS now have a curfew? Will..

...okay, I"m out.

And I"m so very, very old.

Almost as old as Steve Moffat!