I bought a ticket for my first, honest-to-God SF convention today, and it’s a doozie Gallifrey One. That’s right.  Gallifrey…effing…One! I fell in love with Doctor Who in 1986.  I taped the show off PBS, badgered my mother into donating money come pledge time, joined the DWFCA, lusted after the green Dapol K-9, collected all Continue Reading →

In Charlotte with Neil (Again)

Interrupting the interrupted description of Hugo for a moment for an update on current events. It’s two things today. First, it is the sixteenth anniversary of Hurricane Hugo. In another few minutes, definitely before I finish this post, my lights would have gone out and stayed out for 17 days. Big freaking woo in light Continue Reading →