This month’s Doctor Who magazine contains a large double-sided poster. On one side is a last hurrah for the Eleventh Doctor, full of Cybermen and Angels and Silents. The other side is far more interesting, containing a complete list of every single episode, along with its title (so the First Doctor episodes are listed by individual title, rather than by collected story).
Showing this to someone like Thomas – whose obsession with individual episodes and sequencing knows no bounds – is rather like giving a ball of string to a cat. As you can see below.
(Seriously, he’s been there two days. At some point I really ought to move him.)
Meanwhile, I’ve had the boys produce a series of Christmas pictures for their grandparents, with the intention of hanging them in pouch pocket gift sets we’re preparing. Which prompted Joshua to do this:
Those Daleks. Everywhere.
Me: Right. Now, remember – when we get inside, shoes off and on the rack, and coats off and on the hook.
Thomas: No, Daddy, coats off and on the floor. NEATLY.
Joshua: Daddy? We were just doing a squash-the-villagers experiment.
Me: …Is that so?
Joshua: Mm-hmm. We were using those pressure plates. Unfortunately it didn’t work the way we thought it would. But it was OK, because the villager got trapped inside the block and then suffocated and died.
Me: Well, I’m glad you got a good result.
Joshua [wandering out]: Mwa ha ha ha. MWA HA HA HA HA.
Ah yes, the creative, educational, antithesis-of-Grand-Theft-Auto sandbox that is Minecraft.
If you were following me this time last December, you may recall that I published a blog entry containing thirty images – two per calendar month – covering about a year and a quarter.
I’d love to say this was my idea, but I’d be lying. Not in a million years could I have come up with anything quite so economical. Instead, it was the brainchild of Rachel, whom I mention in here as often as I can. Such a restrictive approach to the thousands of photos I take each year is about as far away from my comfort zone as it’s possible to get without producing a rounders bat and getting me to play team sports. But that’s fine, because it makes you focus. You hone in on the stuff that really mattered, or the stuff that didn’t seem to matter but that just seemed to fit somehow. Or, if it was a month where the camera had mostly been gathering dust and there wasn’t much to choose from, you make the best of what you have. Selecting for October this year was easy. July and August, when we were on holiday, were both very difficult.
Rachel has come up trumps again and posted her own selection of pictures for 2013. In correspondence, she was characteristically disparaging about them – Rachel was never one to blow her own trumpet even when she deserves it, and that’s one of the things I love about her. I will therefore do all the trumpeting on her behalf, and I do appreciate that I’ve basically just made a fart joke. They’re great, and so is she.
Anyway, those are hers. And here are mine. And if you want to do the same, gentle reader, please do send me a link to your own collections, and I’ll publish any I receive here at some point before Christmas.
Sunday evening, and we’re in the middle of Advent Time with the boys.
“Right, so which character in the Bible encountered a burning bush? Anyone remember?”
“Come on. Starts with an M.”
“Still can’t remember.”
He wanted to make the Village People.
Me: So, this is today’s advent decoration. Who can tell me what it is?
Daniel: A camel.
Me: Correct. For a bonus point, who knows what sort of camel? What do we call a camel with only one hump?