But then something magical happened. We walked through an exhibit. Part of it was a kids bedroom (or part of the bedroom) back in the 90s. An All Black Poster featured Jonah Lomu, Christian Cullen and Tana Umaga, and another poster was advertising EA Sports's Cricket World Cup 1999 game, so the room must be from the late 90s. It had a desk, on which sat a couple of books. One was a Goosebumps (I remember those from my childhood). The other was a virigin reprint of Mawdryn Undead!!!!! Mawdryn Undead!!!!!!!!
Today some some of my pals and I went to the Museum (its the Auckland War Memorial Museum). I don't think they're Doctor Who fans :( When appropriate I used Doctor Who references (the Ballad of the Last Chance Saloon, fezes are cool...) but they didn't recognise any of them.
But then something magical happened. We walked through an exhibit. Part of it was a kids bedroom (or part of the bedroom) back in the 90s. An All Black Poster featured Jonah Lomu, Christian Cullen and Tana Umaga, and another poster was advertising EA Sports's Cricket World Cup 1999 game, so the room must be from the late 90s. It had a desk, on which sat a couple of books. One was a Goosebumps (I remember those from my childhood). The other was a virigin reprint of Mawdryn Undead!!!!! Mawdryn Undead!!!!!!!!
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The last month has been tough as I have battled against exams. The first, I've got A. It was a general biology paper, and the exam consisted evolution (simple) and biochem (very difficult). I thought a poor performance and the biochem section would take me down to A-/B+ level, but I guess I was conservative in my estimates. A+ is the grade of the second paper (New Zealand ecology). It had a couple of tricky questions but didn't pose too many problems. Geography was concerning. I was struggling with my studies for it, but an angel with amazing eyes appeared before my friend and told her what tends to appear which helped so that should be a good grade too. The stats paper had an impossible exam. Fortunately my test and assignment scores should be enough for me to pass the course.
But you don't wish to hear about my exams, do you? So I've returned here to beguile you with more adventures. The latest one involves the TARDIS going back to the USS Enterprise. Read it here. Oh, and there's a recipe for Cheese Baked Potatoes too :) Peace out! Over on twitter, Patrick Ness favourited one of my tweets! it was saying that he should follow @pertoid which is the official JPRB feed. This Ness guy wrote a short story in the 50th anniversary collection. This is further proof of the canonicity of the holy recipe book
Great news isn't it XD Wow.
At university. To help with study/communications, each class normally has a facebook page, and naturally, I join. This week I notice that a test result from a few weeks back is finally available. I check the facebook page nobody has mentioned it yet so I innocently make a post about it (something along the lines of 'hey guys, the test results are up'). Some loser (probably a Trekkie who got a bad grade) then posts some profanity as a reply, and a couple of others jump up and tell him to grow up. It's late at night so i go to bed. The next day I'm checking the 'net, and find that I've been banned from that page. For getting called some nasty things. Still, getting banned makes me a badass, right? And I got full marks in that test so getting banned doesn't bother me. Keep cool, Whoers! Greetings. You may have noticed a couple of new uploads in the last couple of days.
Dr Who on Zaos. Yes, the 36 part epic about the exploits of Dr Who on the planet Zaos as he teams up with some beetles to beat automatons called daleks. It was part of the sky ray promotion in the 1960s Co-op's Reply. This is special. Co-op, the book's publisher responds to my question regarding its canonicity. What did they say? University was bizarre today. I was sitting in the classroom, and in comes a friend from a couple of courses last semester. He wanders over, sits down besides me and says, "Hey Nick." Only one problem - Nick is not my name. He somehow got the idea that it was, and that my real name is just a cool name I use online. What? We were in two courses together last semester. We are in the same course this semester. Over the holidays he's tagged me in facebook posts about Doctor Who. I've responded to some of his statuses. We've messaged regarding assignments. Yet he can't get my name right!!!!!!!!! He is also a fan of the David Tennant era, so that probably explains any idiotic moments that he may have. Could be worse though. A girl I was good friends with overseas thought my name was Kate. Most texts that I sent I would include my real name, yet she would always respond "Hi Kate!" GRRRRRRRRR And another lady accused me of being Kristine. What? I'm a guy. Why would I be Kristine? Her English wasn't too good, so she meant to ask a question but it came out like an accusation. And the whole Kristine thing was a big misunderstanding. I don't drink alcohol, so she thought it must be due to religion, leading to her asking am I a Christian. Odd. Bye Bye. Things have been busy. Saturday was spent doing readings to get up to date with one of the biosci papers, then the evening had me watching my favourite club EASTS demolishing Parramatta. 56-4. Now that's a thrashing!! Had to work yesterday, which lead to this bizarre conversation:
Customer: Do you have a girlfriend? Comrade: Not at the moment. Customer: Me neither. And I have erectile dysfunction. It's really embarrassing. I was with this girl and nothing happened. And the freaky thing about it was he said the exact same thing last week too!! Then it was back to university today, and working on an assignment for another biosci course. It's just using some stats programme to answer some questions. Not that difficult, but the programme can be confusing. So not much time for Braised Hearts. Fortunately, I have found a piece of artwork I did in Japan back in 2006. I've called it Before and After. It's an amazing insight into the mind of a teenage Comrade Kaled. Hello to my small army of two headed mutations!
Monsters is a collection of artwork from 2012. I drew two monsters which students then coloured in, then they drew their own monster and coloured it in. All Black Dinosaur is the latest Dr Who tale, where he plays rugby for the All Blacks! I've had an interesting few days. Today there was a lab class. There was a pretty girl sitting beside me and her name was Clara. I nearly exploded. Alas, the way the class was divided into pairs she was partners with someone else. Still, I was place with a sweet Korean lass. One of my lecturers was featured in the newspaper on Monday. One of my friends was falling asleep in a biosci class. She kept on wobbling from side to side as she lost consciousness. I also watched the John Hurt 'Who do you think you are.' It showed that his great grandparents were first cousins. I don't think it's canon though. Maybe if it appeared in a recipe book it could be canon You can view a new Doctor Who story. From a Give a show slides from the 60s. The TARDIS team meet the Prehistoric Monster. Sounds neat.
Also, university has just restarted for the year, so new posts may be less frequent. But on the positive side, I got a new ID card today. My previous one was awful. They somehow managed to transfer my passport photo onto it. Big round glasses, a non-smile. I had recently had my haircut too. It was a ghastly image. One of my friends commented that I looked like a serial killer. My more recent passport photo was better as it didn't have the big glasses, but I shaved beforehand and didn't notice I had cut myself so there's a couple of blotches just underneath my chin. But if anyone asks, I just say that I like pro-wrestling sooooo much I decided to blade for my passport photo (not even the wildcard is that dedicated! Anyway, they took a new photo today. It's not too bad. I'm smiling so that's a positive. I wore a dalek shirt but the photo taker zoomed into the face so the dalek cannot be seen. So I just mentioned university. Are you wondering what I'm studying? Probably not, but I'll tell you anyway. I'm doing a Bachelor of Science. Majoring in Ecology and Environmental Science. I have already got a Bachelor or Arts in Japanese too. I completed that, waited a year (to experience the rugby world cup being hosted here in New Zealand) then tried to find employment in Japan. I wanted to go there to build on my language skills and become fluent enough to just it in a job. To get into Japan I would have to be teaching. I'm a shy Whoer so I flunked all the interviews. Eventually I accepted a teaching internship in China for five months, reasoning that it would look good on the CV and maybe get into Japan afterwards. I was substandard, though at the second school I was at I was ok. All in all I realised that teaching was not for me and that I probably wouldn't be able to get a job with my intermediate Japanese, so I returned to university to study Sorry for another non-Recipe Book posting, but this week something incredible happened.
For those unfamiliar with rugby league (or the more widely popular rugby union), it's similar to American Football. The key differences are that all the players are expected to be able to attack and defend (they don't switch all their players when they have to start defending), and for most of the players, the only piece of protective gear they wear is a mouthguard. Yep, rugby league (and rugby) players are a whole lot tougher than gridiron players. So, rugby league. From the age of 6 until 10, I played rugby league. I wasn't any good, but it was enjoyable. My local club was the Te Atatu Roosters. And due to that name, I started supporting the Sydney Roosters in the premier league competition in the world (though I prefer to call them Easts or Eastern Suburbs). We Aucklanders are lucky. This weekend there is a 9s competition here, featuring all the clubs of the NRL. It's gonna be fantastic! And to help spread the game, on Thursday evening, each NRL club went to an Auckland club for a meet/greet with the local community. And you can guess what happened next, can't you. My favourite Easts got allocated to Te Atatu - my local club. I suppose my support of Easts has come to define me (in as much as my obsession with Doctor Who also defines me), so to have players from my favourite club coming to my junior club which initiated that Easts-supporting was pretty special. Thursday evening rolls along. I make my way to the club. It hasn't really changed in the decade or so that I haven't played. I looked around. There were so many people there. I joined the crowd, waiting for Easts to arrive. At last, a bus pulls up. We all stare over, hoping to get that first glimpse of the players. After a short while, they disembark and make their way over to the field. The local high school's Kapa Haka group performed a powhiri / haka for them, then everybody invaded the field to meet them. I entered the fray, armed only with my camera and a determination to get photos with some of the players. Many others had the same desire, so it was a case of being patient. Slowly, surely, I got the photos. Grand final hero Shaun Kenny Dowall, who played most of the grand final with a broken jaw and scored a great try too...Aidan Guerra and Dan Tupou, who also scored tries in the grand final...Jake Friend and Mitchell Pearce - key play makers in the side. Time ticked by, and this mad mob had to stop. The players moved over to tables, whilst us in the mad mob had to get some semblance of order and form queues for autographs. The photographs were what I was after, but that autograph session was just as special for the interaction with the players. Dylan Napa was awesome, asking whether or not I was a local. Tupou smiled a thanks when I said that his grand final try was superb. Another was asking whether I was going to watch the 9s and was winking a lot. Even just the "hi"s and "how are you"s from the others was pretty cool. All to soon the event was over, but I got some brilliant photos and some unfor Life can be stressful sometimes. There are people out there who aren't that nice. You meet them and you get stressed. But then there are other people. Cool people. People that you meet and you come away smiling. The local courier driver is one of those people and I saw him as I went to the local shops today. So here's a positive post about those awesome people!
As I stated above, our local courier driver is fantastic. He's made the effort to learn everybody's names. And considering how big the suburb is....that's a pretty good effort. You hear the courier van come down the drive. You open your door. He appears, holding a parcel (most likely something Doctor Who-ey that you've ordered), he greets you with your name. Even if the parcel isn't for you, he'll remember your name. That's pretty darn cool. And if he sees you somewhere else, like if you're walking past his van as he's loading it with some more post, or if he comes into your work to drop off something, he'll still greet you with your name. Brilliant! Another awesome fellow plays for my favourite rugby league team. It's our premiership winning prop, Jared Waerea-Hargreaves. A few years ago I went to watch a preseason game. Due to injury, he wasn't playing but was still there anyway. Long after the game had finished he was still busy posing for photos and signing autographs. Eventually after everyone else had got a photo/autograph I went up and got a photo too. Wearing a Roosters shirt he could tell I was a fan rather than just a local who had come to watch a game. So he inquired whether or not I had got photos with the other players yet. I hadn't. Would I like to? Oh yes please. Especially the fullback who's ultra-incredible. So off he leads me to find them. Unfortunately they had already left so I had to wait until another time to get those photos. Still, it was very kind of him to try and get them for me. And cricket. Many many years ago when I was just a wee kid, I had won a competition and got to hang out with our national team during an ODI against South Africa. It was a great match and the players were all cheerful and friendly. And I got them to sign one of those mini-bats. Then, I decided to get signatures from the Proteas too. I stood near their dressing room, unsure if I was allowed to knock. New Zealand allrounder Chris Harris saw this, realised what I was trying to achieve so he came over, got the bat, went in and got the South Africans to sign it. So nice of him, and now that bat is one of my favourite possessions. Other awesome people were my old colleagues in China. I wasn't any good at teaching, so I was relieved of my duties at that school until an alternative school was found. And my colleagues were really great. Ones who were at other branches, or ones at the same one but I hadn't had much chance to talk to...they were all great, showed concern and would ask for any updates. One delightful lady even tried to find some other work for me, and another guy got me a couple of lessons at another school that he did a bit of teaching for. The impact that people like these have are tremendous. They remind me of how good life is. Those small acts of kindness go a lonThank you! So I arrive at work, but can't get it. My colleague has the key and she's late. She finally arrives with a tale of not being able to find her car, not being able to find her car key and having to break the car window to get her work keys.
Then the working starts. It's a shop. And someone named Rani is a customer. I have to suppress the urge to go on and on about good ol' Pip and Jane. Then a semi-annoying customer comes in. Twice. Each time I'm busy serving an older lady. Not too bad looking, but too old. Yet after the ladies depart, he says, "you would have, wouldn't you?" Grrrrrrrr. Another co-worker arrives to check the roster. His parks at an angle, taking up three car park spaces. The lady in the space next to his can't get into her car. When she does, her battery is dead. It'll need to be jump started. Due to the battery locations, Mr co-worker will have park his car on the other side of her car. So off he goes, and ends up parking three car park spaces away! On a more positive note, another woman comes in with her young daughter. I say goodbye, and the daughter waves a nice goodbye. So adorable and sweet. There's more. But that's all the interesting stuff. Have a nice As long as the weather stays dry (it's overcast at the moment but the forecast suggests that it'll be ok), I shall be going to watch the first day of the New Zealand V India test match at Eden Park. It's cricket. It's a cool sport. So my first story comes from cricket.
As a young little Comrade, I used to play cricket. I wasn't any good - indeed if the club had two teams at that age level I would be in the second. If there were four teams I would only just make the thirds. So yeah, I lacked talent. Still, it was fun. I could delight you with some of my past glories, which were few and far between. And really, nobody wants to hear of my 19 not out highest score, do they? Training was another matter. After a warm up, it'd be batting and bowling in the nets for a couple of hours. As one training drew to a close, it was time for the bastman (Mickey) to start slogging. He'd have only a couple of minutes left. One of our group decided it would be amusing to chuck the ball (in cricket, you have to bowl with a straight arm. Having it bent, then straightening it is considered throwing). Not used to it, the bowls were short and wide Mickey had no chance of hitting them. He started to get angry, so we continued, and the balls continued to be wide. His mad reaction to each ball spurred us on to keep doing it. Finally, Chris (who didn't bowl much. He was more of a wicketkeeper) ran and bowled/chucked. It wasn't short and wide. It was high. Really high. The bowl went above the roof of the nets, bounced once or twice on top of it and flew neatly into the garden of a nearby house. Mickey exploded. We bowlers collapsed and were rolling on the ground laughing. Sure, people on the outside may find the tale dull, but it was one of the most enjoyable moments of playing cricket. Good morning. I understand the need to keep this blog updated regularly, but Jon Pertwee Recipe Book news can be sparse and there's not too much happening in the world of Who at the moment. So to keep the posts coming, I've decided to sometimes post anecdotes from my life. I find them amusing or interesting, but you may not. Sorry about that
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