time and the shaneoid

Today could have turned out to be a randomly dull day was it not for my rather awesome lecture in Cosmology. I was, I suppose, partially aware of the Einsteinian theory of curved space and the black holes which could potentially transport one through time itself, however I hadn't had it explained to me in such depth as the great Doctor Mc.C achieves in his lectures. Ok so the pictures helped, there I said it. Anywoo potentially just another lecture in this steady steam of such in my last year on my philosophy course at university, however it did give me a slight geeksquee when I realised that time travel was, infact, part of my cosmology course and as such I have the potential to write about it for my project next year! Woo flippin' hoo! So that's that sorted.

Monday continued with a long soak in the tub with the audial delights, and completion of 'Paper Cuts', a sixth Doctor audio adventure. With all the ruckus going on over at the Doctor Who messageboards about wor Colin's ropey tenure as the Doctor, I felt justified after hearing this story that the aspects I adore of my favourite time lord were preserved in his audio performance, an almost overbearing grandiloquence and ego which characterise his Doctor, and characteristics to which I am enamoured. I felt justified as this, a decent story, with excellent performances, retained the aspects I felt made the sixth Doctor great. All else was periferal, and I find unfairly criticised. His 'alien' side, an aspect so savagely deplored in Colin's tenure as the televised Doctor, remains diminished in the audio plays, I only hope they tap in to this again when the 'Lost Stories' come about next year. As a fan of the more science fiction aspects of Doctor Who, I enjoyed seeing a greater insight in to an alien mind, which had been previously been pulled off as the Doctor just being an 'oddball'.

After a quick blast on Prototype, in which I am taking it easy at the moment after the most epic bossfight of the year with the rather bizarrely named villain 'Elisabeth Greene'... who happened to be incased in what looked like a giant vagina, I managed to russle up a new banner on photoshop for my blog which looks epic as fuck, however I think it may look a bit too serious and I may change it soonly. It was, as always, a delight to work with photoshop. As I was trying to convince someone last night, I believe photoshop could indeed be proof of God's existence, for how could something so incredible not have descended from someplace like heaven? He nodded and agreed, this was acceptable. Speaking of last night I also bumped into Maybe Myrtle Turtle in the Head of Steam, cool guys with far-out tashes, and excellent jackets.

Tuesday looms with little sleep and long lectures. If only I was a night owl in a cool way like, erm, Nite Owl and not in a 'sleep at rather stupid hours' way. Energy drinks ahoy for the next few hours...