And a bonus Fraggle.
Not completely happy with Red, might take another stab at her sometime. But I’m awfully proud of Beaker up there.
So, instead of doing much editing as I planned, before April and starting my new novel, I’ve been drawing. I was hit with an idea. I’ve been doing portraits of the eleven incarnations of the Doctor as Muppets.
Funnily, I didn’t notice it while drawing, but each doctor corresponds with a Muppet.
They’re available as a a group and individually at my Red Bubble shop. If they do well I’ll probably do more muppet style portraits.
I really like Dr. Who. I’m not a super fan, I haven’t seen most of the old series, but have seen a few of them. I have watched the new series since it debuted with Christopher Eccleston. I like time travel stories, but Dr. Who just speaks to me in a way that a lot of the others don’t. It’s the wibbly wobbly timey wimeyness of it. David Tennant is my Doctor, not because I’m not attached to the other incarnations, but because if you say the words “the Doctor” to me David is who springs to mind. Tonight is an important night for Whovians, because tonight we bid fairwell to Amy and Rory. Hopefully not tragically. They are my favorite companions, with Rory edging Amy out by a hair for the top spot. Please don’t die Ponds! In their honor I’m posting some of my Dr. Whoniverse fan art.
(if you are interested these are all available as tee shirts at my Red Bubble store)
And now a bonus story. I don’t really write fan fiction, but this little scene popped into my head one day and I had to write it down.
Doctor: (paying attention to something other than her) hmm?
Amy: Did you move the Tardis?
Doctor: (still interested in something else) No. Look at thi—
Rory: Then why is it over there now?
Doctor looks up, silently ponders the Tardis which is not where he left it.
Doctor: Well… graaugh! (waves his arms in front of him)
Doctor: Come on, time to go! (takes each by the shoulder and tries to lead them off)
Rory: Door’s opening.
Tall thin man in striped suit, large coat, and trainers steps out.
Man: Hello! (said with plenty of enthusiasm but no familiarity).
Amy: (raised eyebrow, refusing to be led off) Hi. (whispers to the Doctor) Who is that?
Doctor: No one! Come along, Pond.
Ten: No one? Not hardly. Who are you to— Ah.
Eleven: Right, no time to waste. All sorts of places that are not here.
Ten: I’m the Doctor.
Rory: Did he just say?
Ten: (Puts hands in pockets, bounces on heels) Yeah.
Amy: He’s not.
Ten: Am. (more heel bouncing.)
Amy: Doctor, why—
Eleven: Amy, I can’t stop to answer to questions. I will not be answering questions. Just don’t bother with questions—
Ten: I love answering questions. I’m brilliant at it. Won an award.
Eleven: Fine! I’ll answer.
Amy opens her mouth.
Eleven: (points to himself) The Doctor. (points to Ten) Also the Doctor. Same person, just not the same same person. See?
Amy and Rory: No.
Ten: Want me to try?
Rory: Are there a whole bunch of weird blokes called the Doctor? Is that it?
Ten: Also yes, a bit. But not quite like that.
Amy:(to Rory) I’m starting to see the similarity.
Eleven: Okay, there’s more than one Doctor, but there can only be one Doctor at a time. However, there can be more than one Doctor in a time. There done, moving on. Has anyone got any gum?
Rory:(to Amy) Did you get any of that?
Amy: Not really. Lost interest halfway through anyway. You hungry?
They walk off, leaving the Doctors.
Ten: Nice redhead. Love a redhead.
Eleven: Gum? Anyone?
Ten: Or a blonde.
Ten: Or a fish.