The "Eureka!" Moment

I think I get it now. Obviously I’ve been a long time coming to the party, instead spending most of the past few years with my head buried in my hands making guttural noises, but I think I’ve actually, finally, figured it out.

It comes from the realization that, from the get-go, I shouldn’t have ever expected the slightest scintilla of internal logic at all. In fact this latest episode stopped making sense one minute and thirty seconds in. That may not be the record but it has to come pretty darn close.

From then on it just becomes pure pantomime with grand theatrics and grand gestures that hit the high point early on and then punch on up through the roof. When the cast aren’t sure how to play a scene the answer appears to be to shout the lines.


Saturday night, the dialogue wasn’t so much on the nose as on the grapefruit Cagney mashed into Mae Clarke’s face. If it was a reaction it was imperative that the cast simply said what they (and the audience) saw, loudly.

As long ridiculous names were spewed about and every darn character except the robot dog was shoehorned into the plot, it all went into bonkers overdrive. How do you know when the shit has seriously hit the fan? When they upgrade from CODE RED to ULTIMATE CODE RED. That is seriously serious shit.

How can you criticise that? Or the ripped open Dalek that just quivered its tentacles and cackled insanely. That is simply twisted genius. I wouldn’t be surprised if they save the day by firing a trifle around the supercollider.

Of course this understanding may only be temporary, and could simply be one of the rarely reported side effects, like an increased desire to urinate.


UPDATE: I’ve just checked and I forgot to take the tablet today. FUCK!!