Updated update

God it's getting difficult to get into Blogger nowadays, isn't it? Taken fifteen minutes and in that time the muse has completely left me goddamnit. I was thinking of a "If *I* Had Written The Lives and Loves of a She Devil" or something subversive like that since the real life inspiration for The Parking Ticket Legacy has dried up (Nigel makes three abusive emails and the matter is instantly resolved by some disturbingly nice local parliamentary reps). So, for want of something to say (I must do my Robin Hood 3 essay sometime though - damn muse, you see) I'll just piss about talking about spoofs.

For various reasons, I have to do complicated webhosting things so there'll be a cut off point - the main BFs from 2009-onwards, the 11th Doctor stories (should I be alive and writing then - oh, by the way RTD, when I said I wanted your lies about the gap year, I meant "have four stories over the year" rather than "might as well only have one story" - god, I'm racing through BFs, I tell ya. I'll never last till Christmas), 8th Doc stories starting with Orbis will be on a new website but easily findable from the old, if you get my drift.

Confused? I should say so!

Meantime, I've done

- Seven Keys to Doomsday
- Dalek Empire
- Dalek War
- Dalek Empire 3
- I, Davros
- Return of the Krotons

Since Charles Daniels is apparently on the war path I suppose I should really get on with Tenth Doctor stories, and I've sort of half done some of them. A bit. I was gunning myself up to finish the episodes before the ABC screened them again, but that plan was foiled when the repeats were curtailed.

Mighty Zarquon this is a boring post, isn't it? Did anyone see No Heroics? A kind of This Life meets Watchmen, though arguably with more cynacism and cruelty. No turquoise genitalia, though. Life's normally so much fairer, isn't it? And I'm beginning to wonder just how much music inspires RTD, having skim read his biography and - more importantly - looked for Rogue Traders lyrics for the Master to quote.

"Doctor?"
"Master?"
"It’s me. Changed my face, but kept my name, kept it though I play the game! Don’t you know they’re all the same? Don’t you know they’re all the same? And that’s the way to go!"
"How did you do it?"
"Wasn’t too difficult. Just had to drive fast, not crash; make my money, make it last; hang tight, kick back; prepare myself for the attack; buy low, sell high; take the pills, tell the lies; fake my tan, wear a tie; new life cycle, I’ll never die!"
"...right. You sure you’re over the regeneration trauma?"

And I was going to really do my Robin Hood musings there. But it's too damn hot.

Life sucks sometimes.