Thursday, 14 May 2015

Epipod Eight: The Tally Ho


I am very upset, because I'm an old man now, at the short length of childhood that children have. They don't have childhood for long and I think that's a wicked shame, because childhood is the most marvellous thing you've got to remember for the rest of your life.

Or

Your village may be different from other people's villages but we are all prisoners.

Me:  You know what we’re doing this oddcast’s commentingary on, don’t you?

Him:  No.

Me:  Excellent. 

Him:  Wasn’t it some guy called, like, ‘Ser Eric’ or something?

Me:  Ha!  No.  We’re not doing that one.

Him:  What one?

Me:  Exactly.  We’re looking at a children’s TV show that I, basically, knew next to nothing about.

Him:  And you expect me to know next to something about it?

Me:  Not really.  I’ll do the ‘facts’, you just react.

Him:  Okay, Doctor Seuss.

Me:  Shhh.  Nobody’s worked that out yet.

The sea badger drops in through the ceiling and makes a dreadful mess that takes the best part of an afternoon to clear up.

Him:  Aren’t your jokes...  I can’t remember what I was going to say.

Me:  Improvise.  I’ve got the show notes to help us stay on track.

Him:  Okay.

Me:  Shall we?

Him:  If we must.

Me:  Yes, we must.

Him:  Well then.

SHOW NOTES:
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Epipod Seven: Flumpire

I don’t really think about the fans. I think about what I want because I’m the guy who’s taking the comic book he read as a kid and turning it into a movie that I want to see as much as I want people to see it. Kevin Feige and I are fanboys, straight up. But we also know that if you just spend your time catering to the fans you make something that is hermetically sealed... 
You need to be thinking about everybody all the time. 

Me:  Ah, okay.  Voyager wasn’t totally the final Doctor Who comic to count.  That was Once Upon a Time Lord.  Which wrapped up the Voyager storyline. 

Him:  I don’t really care.

Me:  Fair enough.

Sea badger cameo.

Him:  What do want?  Some typical Norwegian banter?

Me:  Aye, go on then.

Him:  You’re not getting any.

Me:  What’re we looking at in today’s oddcast?

Him:  I have no idea.

Me:  Excellent.  You really can’t remember?  I did tell you.

Him:  Yeah, but I try my best to push it out of my mind.

Me:  I think you’ll like it. 

Him:  You say that now.

Me:  Ha!  I do.

Him:  Well.

Me:  And we’re off!






Thursday, 30 April 2015

Epipod Six: Reptile Collector



 
My aim in this world is to make that brown snake, that crocodile, that koala, that red-backed spider, that black widow, look good. That's my job. 
– Steve Irwin

 I make television because I want to change the way people think. 
– Mark Strickson

Me:  We’ve had comments about our lack of show notes. 

Him:  Okay. 

Me:  Do you know what show notes are? 

Him:  It’s not really my area. 

Me:  Fair enough.  Just to give you the heads-up that there’ll be show notes on this epipod. 

Him:  Alright. 

Me:  At this stage you still don’t know what we’re doing. 

Him:  No. 

Me:  Is that exciting? 

Him:  No. 

Me:  Even knowing there’ll be a Paul McGann variant cover? 

Him:  Ooo.  Everything should have a Paul McGann variant cover.  I expect you to do one for every drawing from this point on as well. 

Me:  Ha!  Don’t hold your breath. 

Him:  Why not? 

Me:  Because you’ll pass out. 

Him:  Oh.  That makes sense. 

Me:  Any idea what we’re going to be talking about? 

Him:  I still don’t, no.  But they do.  They know more than me. 

Me:  Both of ‘em? 

Him:  Yup.  All both of them. 

Me:  Excellent.  Brace for adventure, Lady and Gentleman.  Let’s journey into mystery!

The Him makes a noise not dissimilar to a deflating armadillo.



Thursday, 23 April 2015

Epipod Five: DWM 485 Commentingary

Mistakes are at the very base of human thought feeding the structure like root nodules.
- Lewis Thomas

Me:  So, how are we introducing this?

Him:  I’m tired.

Me:  Me too.

Him:  I’m warm.

Me:  Yeah, that’ll probably do.

Him:  I just recorded a commentingary.  You can read about it below.  Or listen to it, I suppose.  You won’t get far if you read about it.

Me:  That sums up this particular commentingary alright.1

Him:  And a good night’s sleep to all of you at home. 


1.  How many Nimon?

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Epipod Four: The Further Adventures of Indiana Jones' Hat




Everything you can imagine is real.
- Picasso

or

Computers are stupid.  They can only give you answers.
- Picasso

Me:  I should probably explain why we don’t have show notes.  Hmmm…1 

The sea badger yawns once and then goes back to sleep.

Me:  What’s this one about then?

Him:  Isn’t it more fun to leave it as a surprise?

Me:  For whom?

Him:  For everyone.

Me:  Quite possibly.  Would you like to break the fourth wall?

Him:  We don’t really have one.

Me:  That’s true.  How about offering hints and teasers?

Him:  Um…  Like cryptic crossword clues?

Me:  Love ‘em.  Go on then.

Him:  I knew you were going to say that. 

Me:  Sorry.

Him:  Just so long as you are.

Me:  Constantly.

Him:  Well then.

Me:  Not even a hint?

Him:  I feel there’s a sea badger coming on.

Me:  We’ve already had the sea badger.

Him:  Oh, have we?  That’ll be what the smell is.

Me:  I think you’ll find that’s the pungent reek of The Fog remake.  I can’t shift it.  Tried a match and everything.

Him:  You’re not a fan of that film are you?

Me:  Nope. 

Him:  Just as long as you’re honest.

Me:  That’ll probably do as an introduction.

Him:  Yep, I reckon so.

Me:  Unless you wanted to mention the way we only seem to be doing commentingaries on old shows that're all set in the same universe?

Him:  No.  Didn’t want to say anything about that.  Did you?

Me:  It’s so obvious, it’s probably pointless.

Him:  Okay.

Me:  Lady and gentleman, here’s a thing.

Him:  “I’m the Me.”

Me:  Ha!  “And I’m the Him."



1.  Basically, if you're interested in something we say that you didn't already know, you're more than capable of looking it up for yourself.  Also, no-one reads them.

Thursday, 2 April 2015

Epipod Three: The Shunned Sandwich (no egg)




It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense. 
- Thomas ‘Laughing Boy’ Ligotti

Me:  The Rats in the Walls?

Him:  The walls were full of rats, remember?

Me:  Yeah, yeah.

Him:  “I can smell them!  I’m going to have to shut this shop down, it’s full of rats!”

Me:  It was probably just builders next door, I didn’t mean to frighten the poor person.  So, any titles there you think we can cannibalise or cobble together or do you want to come up with a new one?  ‘cause we can’t just call this, ‘The Trap Door and Other Weird Tales’.

Him:  The Unnameable  In the Vault

Me:  I dunno.

Him:  The Horror at Fang Rock

Me:  The Horror at Fang Rock’?  That’s been done, I think.

Him:  Sorry, I misread it.  It’s The Horror at Red Hook.

Me:  Ummm…

Him:  The Colour Out of Space

Me:  That’s a good un.  Unless we mash two of them together?

Him:  What?  Like ‘The Call of Pickman’s Model’?

Me:  We could do that, yeah.

Him:  I meant like that, I didn’t mean that.

Me:  No.

The sea badger makes its squamous way across the room, ruining the carpet.

Him:  The Shunned Sandwich’?

Me:  Ha!  The Shunned Sandwich’!

Him:  The Shunned House and The Dunwich Horror.  Or Dunwich.

Me:  It’s Dunwich.

Him:  Dunwich.  I’ve never been there, so I don’t know.

Me:  It’s twinned with Rhyl.

Him:  Really?

Me:  Ha!  No.

Him:  It’s a shame that it’s not The Shunned Sandwich.  I’d have liked that.

Me:  Shall we call it that? 

Him:  Yeah, alright. 

Me:  The Shunned Sandwich.  That’s our intro.