Thursday January 28, 2010
Attack of the Show/s
The show went relatively smoothly, for the most part.
Skype recently had "upgraded" its software, predictably making it just Less Simple enough to make it confusing as to how now to Add Someone, even if actively being added.
I logged on at 5:45pm, and new producer
either had sent a previous add to me, or was in the midst of doing so.
Either way, the software deemed I should not be able to fathom where to accept the add, at least not immediately.
I found the right button finally and was set.
Eric called me into the conference call with Marla and a different guest than I expected:
who I later learned was/is
(Marla later clarified she had asked Brian, but he turned down the guest offer: I figured I'd find out the following evening during Ghostology...).
The music inserts and such were extremely soft to me, I could only hope those listening and/or in the chat room were hearing them better.
Marla actually is still a bit of a newbie on the series, never having seen any of the Classic Era stories, and comically mispronounced Gallifrey as "Gal-free."
Meanwhile, Clark was consistantly pronouncing Christopher Eccleston's name as Eggleston; for some reason I chose not to correct this bit of
but I did have to stop Clark the instant he added an R to the word Dalek: why anyone insists on saying Darlek is beyond me.
[I did not relate the anecdote of the gods-awful fan video "The Promise of the Time Lords" in which I participated in which the "performer" opposite whom I was playing refused to correct his mispronunciation of Dalek.
As the Master I said my line that I'd brought along a friend, and I turn from him to watch as the worst fan-made Dalek ever entered.
"Ah yes," he replied flatly.
I knew his mispronuciation was coming, so I pretended to look confused, saying, "A what...?
As I turned back to him I continued, "No no, Doctor, this is a Dalek... one of your fiercest foes..."
Ironically the thing was so badly made, maybe it should have been a Darlek, to distinguish itself from the actual Skarosians...
The video recording was done so sloppily that I brought the raw footage to my best friend
to edit it as best he could with what was provided; we spent an entire weekend on it,
th'heck out of it.
It got to the point we began refering to The Promise of the Time Lords as The Premise of the Time Lords.
As it was, we had to insert footage from Dave's own fan video
The Master's Dalek Plan
(in which I played Roger Delgado's Master),
just to create some illusion of story cohesion].
(back at Marla's show),
time travel itself was discussed, but mostly we kept speaking about the series.
Marla did a little Doctor Who quiz somewhat surprisingly in which no one in the chat room seemed to participate.
It did have one answer utterly wrong
(apparently it was the question that was wrong);
asking where the TARDIS landed in the story
Daleks in Manhatten.
I correctly answered at the Statue of Liberty, but Marla's source had told her it was the Brooklyn Bridge.
Clark and I suspected that may have been where the Daleks had initially arrived, not the TARDIS.
At around the forty or forty-five minute mark, whilst I was in the midst of saying something, Marla and Clark began wondering aloud what happened to me.
I quickly spoke but they couldn't hear me.
I hastily wrote into the Skype chat, asking if I was no longer audible, when Firefox winked off as well.
Suspecting maybe my RAM was full or such, I quickly rebooted.
As it did, and I was noting only ten minutes remained in the hour, I called Marla on the phone but not surprisingly got her voice mail.
I left a message though realizing she would not get it until after the show was over.
I had tried the ice cream trick but my Dalek voice was not as good as I'd hoped so I stopped that.
Figuring I needed fresher ice cream
(as with what I'd tried was mostly melted),
and as my computer was rebooting anyway, I went to retreive some and learned my friend's Internet connection had gone down as well.
The instant my Skype was back on, Eric called me back in.
I arrived to find Marla and Clark apparently implying they had had some substantial technical difficulties as well.
With only a few minutes left I didn't ask as to what may've happened to them, as I could hear the podcast when it was archived.
I just had enough time to relay the information about the upcoming
and with the show ended, we could relax.
I stayed in the chat room through
show Positively Psychic
immediately following, which turned out to have its
set of problems; Mark's mic had a quirky and echo'y reverb, sometimes getting less but more often than not getting worse.
For a time his guest could only be heard by Mark; we in the chat room were hearing only Mark's side of the conversation.
At one point an unexpected electronic shriek had anyone using headphones yanking them off their heads.
I quipped that live wires from the walls were attacking Mark, as Marla also wondered if someone was being electrocuted.
Marla and I simply blamed the Daleks for the evening's technical issues...