Okay...this is all rather odd.
Back in the summer of 2010, I had a few Doctor Who-centric comics, culminating
in one in which Weird Beard gave Marie an action figure of the
eleventh Doctor, complete with tiny fez. I left the whole
Who theme alone until
Christmas, when Marie watched the special; however, the action
figure did not come up again until Saturday, January 22nd, when
Marie had an angsty little conversation with her teeny Doctor.
This Tuesday, January 25th, there was a knock on my door.
When I answered it, a postal worker handed me a package that
turned out to contain--you guessed it--an action figure of the
eleventh Doctor, complete with tiny fez (and mop and sonic
screwdriver, incidentally). This package had been mailed from
the UK on January 13th, long before I had even thought up that
comic. There was no return address, but I was 99% sure I knew
who had sent it, and as it turned out, I was right. Thank
you, Nur Hussein; you are fantastic.
Clearly, psychic powers are at work here. Things are probably
going to start bursting spontaneously into flame any minute
now.
I am so pleased with my miniature Doctor that I must share him with
you all. Here he is sitting in front of last Saturday's
comic:
Here he is chilling with the Ringwraith who also appears in that
comic (yes, I do own a Ringwraith action figure, itself a gift from
a friend who claimed it reminded her of me):
Here is what the top of my television looks like now. Yes, I
know I need to dust. That's not the point. The
point is that I currently
have the coolest television top in the known universe:
For the record, I found Mike Wazowski beside therecycling
bins in my apartment complex (someone was throwing him away!), and I won the
wind-up robot at Massey in a game of Bingo. These things
become astronomically more awesome when you acquire them by
accident. |