Gallifrey One - Station 27: Day Two


Saturday at Gally always feels most hectic, though not in a frenetic way. The stress, at least for me, tends to come from the fact that there's always awesomeness available than it's ever possible for a single person to partake in (though I'll admit I've seen a few folks with time turners...). On the up side, programming never begins first thing in the morning. For some attendees, that means they have time recover a little from the previous night's hangover; for me, it means time to blog.

So after getting my Day One recap finished and posted, I had plenty of time to laze about our hotel room and get dressed in my cosplay for the day before my first event. That happened to be the second of my two panels. Just as my first one, "Ninth Symphony" (a review of Series Nine) proved to be a fascinating discussion with lots of input from both the panelists and audience members.

From there, I headed straight to the Verity! meetup where they were giving away Verity! tumblers, candy, and ribbons (each Verity had her own color). Someone even brought a cake to share (including the inscription "Because cake should be a business expense"). Everyone, fans and podcasters alike, was lovely, and I was sad to duck out early.

However, because I am still at the stage in my fandom where I like to collect autographs and have the occasional photo, my scheduled demanded that I spend some time in the following hours standing in lines to acquire these goodies. Because it is the way of these things, the photos were running a little late. I ended up missing a panel I'd wanted to see, but the need to roll with scheduling changes is part of con life.

Gallifrey One - Station 27: Day One


Welcome to the madness of Gallifrey One posts for the year!

By Saturday morning, I've already been here in LA for three days. Arriving earlier than ever before (Wednesday morning) has proven to be a good idea. It gave me time to begin adjusting to the time change, just hang out in the lobby, and connect with a few people I'd met in passing previously. On the down—or possibly just strange—side, by the time the con actually started on Friday, I felt almost as if the weekend ought to winding down instead of just ramping up.

In part, that feeling of being well into the con is probably due to the fact that one of the big social interactions of Gally was already in full swing by mid-afternoon on Thursday: ribbon trading. Even before badges were available at the registration table downstairs, people were in the lobby feverishly trading (even hotel staff had a ribbon to trade!). And it wasn't just ribbons. This year, I saw the largest variety of non-ribbon tradables I've ever witnessed. There were Girl Scout cookies, candy spoons, hand-crochet adipose babies, tiny wooden TARDISes (this last being one I didn't see in person, but saw posted on Facebook), and plenty more I probably didn't even hear about.

Since I wasn't able to get my ribbons from my supplier until about 8pm, that meant I was already hours behind on trading. Time will tell whether or not I'll give them all out now, though the key seems to be making one's stash visible. Without that visual cue, people don't approach you to ask for ribbons; it seems to be an expectation that has grown along with Gally's ribbon culture. Were I a cultural anthropologist/sociologist, I'd totally do a study on the development and evolution of the culture of various conventions.

Confession #98: I'm Wary of Change


Moffat's out; Chibnall's in.

The news is now weeks old, and every podcaster and other blogger seems already to have offered their thoughts in some shape or form. Having spent these weeks taking in others' opinions, I can't say for sure that giving myself time to stew on it all has allowed my own views to mature, but they have at least solidified.

My initial reaction was twofold. On the one hand, I was ecstatic to hear Moffat's time was finally coming to an end. Regular readers will know I have long since tired of Moffat's style of arc storytelling, though I have still enjoyed individual stories (or pieces of them) and one-liners, so this should come as no surprise.

On the other hand, I was none too thrilled with the choice of Chibnall as heir to the throne, despite having been braced for it for months based on speculation in various corners of the Internet. Why did I feel that way? Let's review Chibnall's writing credits.


Absurdly Entertaining


Review of The One Doctor (#27)
Big Finish Release Date: Dec 2001
Doctor/Companion: Six and Mel
Stars: Colin Baker and Bonnie Langford
Preceding Story: Primeval (Five, Nyssa)
Succeeding Story: Invaders from Mars (Eight, Charley)

Big Finish (BF) has been really good for characters much maligned for their televised appearances. While Ol' Sixie was the last incarnation to which I warmed (even before BF), Mel is one I've never quite managed to appreciate. Until now.

Last year I got my first taste of BF Mel, and while she didn't instantaneously win me over, I found her a heck of a lot less grating than I'd ever found her on television. This time around, I actually quite liked her. Not only was she clever without being shrill, the dialogue even had her poking a bit of fun at herself: "Believe me, when I'm scared, I'll scream the paint off the walls."

Similarly, Ol' Sixie was always the cleverest person in the room without being pompous or abrasive (as he often was in his televised adventures). He, too, was the butt of a gentle joke from time to time (references to his expanding girth, exercise regimen, and consumption of carrot juice all cropped up), but none of it ever felt mean-spirited or overdone.

All of this made for enjoyable listening when the Doctor and Mel stumble across a distress call from a planet in the Generios system at the "vulgar end of time," where "been there, done that" is pretty much the order of the day. The Doctor himself is legend, as they discover when they realize someone else has been using the Doctor's M.O. to run a scam—though a few things have been lost in translation.


Changes, and a Giveaway!


This post officially marks the beginning of my sixth year of blogging. Two days ago (11 Jan 2016) was the fifth anniversary of the publication of my very first post and, thereby, the launching of the blog. Over the years I've posted ninety-seven Confessions, twenty Nu-Views, fifteen Retro-Views, and nearly one hundred fifty (!) reviews of new episodes, DVDs, and audio adventures (with a couple of books thrown in for good measure). I've also written a smattering of miscellaneous posts describing my experiences at conventions and such.

For the past five years, I have posted at least once a week, every Wednesday and then some. I've made something like three hundred entries on Confessions of a Neowhovian, and I don't have any plans to stop. However, as I stated at the beginning of my not-tongue-in-cheek-enough April Fool's post last year, that has become wearing. Unless I'm writing a review or a Nu-View, the seeds that turn into posts are ever harder to come by.

In order not to burn myself out completely, then, I've decided to make some changes to my blogging practices that I hope will keep both me and you, my readers, engaged. Specifically, I'm going to change the frequency of my posts to allow myself more time both to devise interesting topics and to focus on my other (fiction) writing projects.

The new structure I have in mind involves a semi-monthly posting schedule. Now, instead of every Wednesday, there will be new material on the second and fourth Wednesday of every month. On fourth Wednesdays there will be a review of an audio adventure; second Wednesdays will have a Confession or other category post. Obviously, exceptions will crop up. For example, February will also include the usual spate of Gallifrey One notes. I'll also do weekly episode reviews whenever Series Ten finally goes out (which signs currently suggest will be 2017).


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