Dr. Who? Exactly...

I'm not the biggest Dr. Who fan, but I love the old stuff, I love the new stuff, and I love all the merchandise, like my remote-controlled Dalek that's guarding my desk at work, badly.

Dr. Who seems to be making a mark in America now, timed nicely with Russell T. Davis making the Queen's Birthday Honours list (not that we ever hold our breath for that, nor do the British for that matter). First I read the New York Times article with video clips that will hopefully bring in a few more fans. Shoot, the make-out/fight scene between John Barrowman and James Marsters (met him) has me wanting to watch Torchwood, and I was rather cool to it before.

Then my super Dr. Who fan Jim Fung sent me this Tom Tomorrow clip. Brilliant!


Sure, it's only three items, two in America, but I'm happy.

Oh, if only we had cable TV at the house...

'The Right to be Just as Miserable,' or 'Proud to be a Californian'

Up until today when friends and relatives would ask why I wasn't married yet, I'd say that I wouldn't marry until gays and lesbians had the right to marry as well.

Now after 5 pm PT, I'll have to start telling the truth: I simply can't find a husband. Or a wife. Hey, don't limit me!

Thinking of marrying, gay or otherwise? I'll shamelessly plug my dad's excellent video services in the Lake Tahoe area. The beautiful bride on the home page is my step-sister, Tonia.

Plus, up yers, Kern County officials! May the equality wedding dollars pass you by! Thank goodness my home county, Tulare, is cooler in living as in temperatures.

And big ups to Heather Lyon of Lyon Books, where I can only hope to get married if I can't afford doing it at The Star Trek Experience.