I considered many a topic for this post. The demise of the
MX, the deaths of Christopher Lee and Ron Moody and James Last, the heartbreak of
Journey's End (seriously, you'd never find Moffat do something that epic - he had to invent three brand new characters for
Day of the Doctor because he didn't have anyone to bring back...) or even the fact I've finished novelizing two, count them two, PMG audios. Maybe even the mysterious Mardi Knopfler who's linking me up to anti-NuWho facebook groups as some kind of pagan sacrifice to the great god Kyron.
But no, what I feel needs to be posted is the following image from a comic book which shows how insular and skeptical society has become since the 1960s when everyone was open-minded enough for this panel to comprise serious science fiction.
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| . . . OF COURSE!! |
And people today bitch about moon-eggs and magical forests...
