Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Arriving home at Port Swiller Manor in the gentle e’en yesterday, ol’ Robbo noticed a large sign taped to the mailbox that read, simply, “Bad Wolf”.
I’d seen teh middle gel making this sign the day before. When I tasked her with what, exactly, it was supposed to mean, she started in on a long and convoluted story-plot surrounding The Doctor.
Sic transit nerdii, I suppose. I tuned out of her explanation after about the first twenty seconds or so, since I pretty much lost interest in that particular series after Tom Baker left.
I can’t complain much, however, considering I wasn’t much older than her when I had a tee-shirt custom made which read, “Nowhere Else But Minas Tirith”.
Anyhoo, in teh spirit of such things, I can’t help reposting this:
Yep. Welcome to your future, young padawan.
Think about that for a minute: Working with Wayne as an up-and-coming young cattle driver, and then later playing a four-eyed geek.
But then, isn’t that where we are as a culture?