Doctor Who bits

Doctor Who spinoff Torchwood is scheduled to start airing September 8th on BBC America, but you might want to wait a week (’til September 17th) as HDNet will be airing it in HD.

I didn’t know until I was digging around the Doctor Who Wikipedia page (I missed last week’s episode due to a FiOS outage) that there have been a number of Doctor Who stories produced by the BBC that I’d never seen. I’m not talking about the webcasts like Shada, or the hilarious spoof Doctor Who and the Curse of Fatal Death. Check them out for yourself while they’re around – I’m partial to Children in Need (it’s got Rose, and fills in a crucial gap), although The Infinite Quest has a nice guest villain (avoid Attack of the Graske unless you’re a completist, it’s painful).

Sixth Doctor
A Fix with Sontarans (part 1)
A Fix with Sontarans (part 2)

Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Doctors (crossover with EastEnders)
Dimensions in Time (intro)
Dimensions in Time (part 1)
Dimensions in Time (part 2)

Tenth Doctor
Attack of the Graske (part 1)
Attack of the Graske (part 2)

Children in Need

The Infinite Quest (episode 1)
The Infinite Quest (episode 2)
The Infinite Quest (episode 3)
The Infinite Quest (episode 4)
The Infinite Quest (episode 5)
The Infinite Quest (episode 6)
The Infinite Quest (episode 7)
The Infinite Quest (episode 8 )
The Infinite Quest (episode 9)
The Infinite Quest (episode 10)
The Infinite Quest (episode 11)
The Infinite Quest (episodes 12 & 13)

Season 2 bloopers
Bonus David Tennant and Catherine Tate sketch

3 concerts and a movie

Doesn’t quite have the ring of “4 Weddings and a Funeral”, but there were almost 4 concerts. An early start to the weekend as I went out with friends Thursday to see Weird Al‘s latest tour. We met up to eat at Chef Geoff’s, I had the shrimp and calamari Fritto Misto as well as an heirloom tomato and homemade mozzarella pizza. Fun show as usual (though I wish I hadn’t seen this year’s Al TV, as I’d seen most of the video clips). The best part was during “The Saga Begins” as a line of stormtroopers danced like Robert Palmer girls and an audience member danced around like Ed Grimley. I was feeling not too well when I got home, but I was dehydrated, and felt better after mass quantities of water.

Friday my work was giving out Keith Urban tix, and I was in, especially after seeing The Wreckers (the new band featuring Michelle Branch) would be opening. I met up with some coworkers after work, and we drove into DC. I’d been mentioning RFD to them, so we planned to go there for drinks before heading over to Verizon Center. That didn’t work, since one of the girls was a couple months shy of 21. We tried Fuddrucker’s and Clyde’s, but they were too crowded, so we ended up at Hooters. I had no idea they had a full bar, I had a nice pint of Sam Summer Ale with my Buffalo chicken sandwich.

Before the food came, Denise and I went to scalp the last three tickets noone had taken. We sold one to this nebbishy guy who was concerned we’d be sent to jail, and the other two to a scalper who resold them as time was getting short. I headed over to the show after I’d finished eating as it was after 8, and caught the last couple songs with a couple coworkers who’d gone straight to the show. Keith Urban put on quite a show, he may a little bit country, but he’s a whole lot rock and roll. Highlight for me was the encore singalong of Steve Miller’s “The Joker”.

Saturday we went to a matinee showing of Stardust at Tysons Corner with some other coworkers. Two of them had reserved seats for us, so it wasn’t a problem getting seats, just getting in (I’d bought in advance, and my order wasn’t in the computer, can’t wait to deal with that hassle). The movie was great, fairly authentic adaption, and the new parts (the princes didn’t behave like that in the book) had a Gaiman-esqe feel to them). Not that we’ll be sure about what’s him or not, since in response to a question about who wrote the new ending, he says it was partly his. I made steak fajitas for dinner, then we went off to Jammin’ Java to see Jenny Owen Youngs, who sings sweet pop songs with a filthy mouth. Opening for her was Jeremy Fisher, who Jill really liked.

Sunday was Illa’s least favorite day, nail trimming day. He cries like you were torturing him, but we’ve learned if Jill or I are petting him for the duration, he settles down (although he peed on the deck). After informing the neighborhood we were torturing him, he settled down and let the folks from PawNanny do the dirty work. I had a nice afternoon after that, reading newspapers and Stardust again as it’d been a while (book’s still best, but the movie is close). I made shrimp and potatoes for dinner – I thought about going to see My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park at Nissan for the Projekt Revolution tour tonight, but I was planning on a lawn seat and rain is threatening, so it’s surfing and reading tonight for me.


There’s a tribute to Boston singer Brad Delp this Sunday (in Boston, natch). Initially it was announced Extreme would play it, putting it on my radar, but when the show went on sale they weren’t on the bill. Then it was announced singer Gary Cherone would be there, and this week not only is it official the band is playing, but they’re debuting a new song there, hopefully the first of many (guitarist Nuno Bettencourt recently resigned from Perry Farrell’s Satellite Party).

Anyway, now I wish I’d made plans to go – it’s a little late now. Yes, I just looked at airplane tix – why are you shaking your head?

Guilt By Association

Ain’t that a great title for an album of covers of guilty pleasures? Comes out 9/4. You’ve got to give “Don’t Stop Believing” a try (and the mp3 is here if you like it).

1. Petra Haden / “Don’t Stop Believing” (Journey)
2. Devendra Banhart / “Don’t Look Back In Anger” (Oasis)
3. Mark Mulcahy / “From This Moment On” (Shania Twain)
4. Luna / “Straight Up” (Paula Abdul)
5. The Concretes / “Back For Good” (Take That)
6. Jim O’Rourke / “Viva Forever” (Spice Girls)
7. Goat / “Sugar We’re Going Down” (Fall Out Boy)
8. Will Oldham / “Can’t Take That Away” (Mariah Carey)
9. Woody Jackson Orchestra featuring Money Mark / “Love’s Theme” (Love Unlimited Orchestra)
10. Porter Block / “Breaking Free” (High School Musical)
11. Mooney Suzuki / “Just Like Jesse James” (Cher)
12. Geoff Farina / “Two Tickets To Paradise” (Eddie Money)
13. Casey Shea / “Chop Suey” (System of a Down)
14. Superchunk / “Say My Name” (Destiny’s Child)
15. Mike Watt / “Burning For You” (Blue Oyster Cult)

And there isn’t any guilty pleasure better than a Beatles cover (yes, I even like Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – can’t miss Aerosmith doing “Come Together” and Steve Martin singing “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer”). There’s a new movie musical using Beatles songs. Will it be be any good? I don’t know, but here are some clips from the movie. Personally, I really want to see Eddie Izzard doing “For the Benefit of Mr.Kite”.

New V Sequel

For those (like me) who are big fans of the 1980s scifi miniseries V, original creator Kenneth Johnson will release a new novel in October, V: The Second Generation, which will be a sequel to the original miniseries (yay), but will ignore the second miniseries and subsequent TV series (boo, but understandable as he got kicked out).

The novel will feature old and new characters, and interest is hoped to drive either an adaption of it or a remake of the original as a TV movie. Either way I’ll be rewatching all the series before then so I can compare that to the new novel, as well as the never filmed script for V: The Next Chapter/Rebirth, by J. Michael Straczynski – which I got a copy of from him via eBay (I probably won’t reread all the booksor comics now).

Dogs, drugs, and some danged good music

I have to start on Thursday, when I had a appointment with my doctor because the wasp sting marks had gotten worse, and my right arm was swollen on Wednesday (though it had gone down on Thursday because I took a Tylenol PM which had Benadryl in it). My regular doc was on vacation, but I saw another one in the practice, and she told me to take Benadryl, and if that wasn’t effective, gave me a prescription for steroids.

After work on Friday, I headed home, actually beating Jill there. She had decided she wanted to go see the Pietasters that night, so I packed a quick picnic of chicken wraps and we headed over. My mom had been considering going to one of the free Fairfax concerts, and decided to join us. We got there right before the band started, with just enough time to meet the new member of the family, 9 month old Tatyana:

I took more pics of the dog and the band here (including one of Jill in the dust pit). Interesting trivia: Jill was really into the band in the ’90s, but didn’t know that not only were they from around here, but that they formed with four members from my high school (only one, Carlos Linares on the trumpet, remains). Good show, then we headed over to Mom’s to chat more and play with Tati (she plays fetch at blazing speeds).

Saturday I dragged. I’d fought off the sleeping power of the Benadryl Friday with caffeine, but didn’t want to Saturday, so I gave in and napped on the couch for a couple hours. Jill went and picked up the steroids, and I started taking them instead (but I don’t think I’ll be breaking any home run records soon). I had picked Dave Matthews Band tix on Friday (the fan club had let me down for once and only given me lawn seats), and we headed over to Manassas around 5:30, stopping at Baja Fresh for Jill (fish tacos) and Panera for me (turkey artichoke sandwich). We left earlier than last year, but it was just as bad as ever, taking almost an hour and half slogging up the road to Nissan Pavilion. At least we had some time to tailgate by skipping the opening act. Good show with a heavy emphasis on new material, made great by my finally seeing a full band performance of The Maker. After the hassle of getting in we got out early, missing the last song of the set. I skimmed the Redskins game when we got back (1-0 Woo!).

Sunday I was feeling pretty good, caught up on newspapers and watched some TV. One more show, this time eddie from ohio. We headed over right after gates opened. We had the VIP seating, but we also needed to save space for the Jewells. We got some decent food, flautas and pizza from vendors. The last time we were there, the opening bands weren’t that good, but this time we got the Brindley Brothers, who we haven’t seen in a while. We even got a chance to speak to their dad – we run into him often at their club.

The crowd liked them, but efo was who the crowd was there to see (including the drunk wine fans behind us). One of the funniest parts of the show was Robbie going on about how the fried oreos that were for sale would taste mighty good. So Stuart and Olivia go running off to the vendor, and then after “This My Town”, Olivia presented them to Robbie.

Of course he had to share, so Julie brought some to Mike…

And Eddie…

Then the band enjoyed them together.

Jill and the Jewells were very amused.

During “Three Fine Daughters of Farmer Brown”, there’s an a cappella section where everyone pumps their hands in the air, called “The Joe” because Joe Murphy, Julie’s dad, invented it when they were playing Bad Habits, an Arlington club, every Tuesday. Whenever he goes to a show, he comes down front during that part to lead everyone, but this show was a little different, as he led his grandkids out in a conga line to do it.

The show was a blast, with the band managing to crack each other up almost as often as they did us (Robbie banned Julie and Mike from doing the Robot during “Carp In The Tub” because he was laughing so hard). It ended on a high note with “Operator”, then we left right after, as Jill’s got another grueling week ahead of her (more photos here).