It's Friday again! Time for another 'tru-ish' tale about Colfax and the Mile High City. A new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#44)! This week: Meeting the New Neighbors... or I MAXED OUT MY 100 GB STORAGE IN MY SKULL!!!
After 7 years, The Doctor was back... and on American TV (which was... odd.) ... And to be utterly kind, the Fox back door pilot of 'Doctor Who' was a bit of mess. The call backs, the bad acting, the weird attempts at humor, Eric Roberts as The Master (choke!), the idea of a half human Doctor (gah!), the wig... were all fandom with gun to head eye popping nerd-rage bad. The only good thing at the center of it all was Paul McGann playing a more curious Byronic Doctor (plus the new design for the TARDIS interior... which was pretty fantastic.) ... and then there was the whole romance thing (which became all too common of late) that left many scratching their heads and looking like a dog shown a card trick.
But the pilot went nowhere (which may have been a good thing)... so Doctor Who sunk back under the waves to sleep again (for another 9 years.)
... and in-between that, (along with the Big Finish audios) we had the BBC novels. Yes, I followed them as well. On first reflection, I would say that I did not enjoy them as much as the Seventh Doctor Virgin novels... but then looking back there was the ideas of Dark Sam, Living TARDISs, The Faction Paradox, The Time War (yes, it was first referenced in the novels, years before the TV show and much more interesting), a ruthless Lord President Romana (in her 3rd incarnation), Compassion, Sabbath, The Remote, all of the Matrix being downloaded into the Doctor's brain... all brilliant.
And then, with the advent of the new BBC show and a new Doctor, the Eighth Doctor went away... The new show started fresh, so there wasn't even much of a passing reference to the Eighth or any of the Classic Doctors.
It's Friday! Time for another 'tru-ish' tale about Colfax and the Mile High City. A new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#43)! This week: A Question of Priorities... or YES, I DID ANOTHER COMIC STRIP THAT TAKES PLACE AT THE LION'S LAIR.
The World Famous Lion's Lair... No frills space for a beer and a shot. The bar has been there for years (I hear various stories, but can be traced back to the 50's or 20s [as a dancehall] depending who you ask) and to me, best represents what Colfax Avenue is: barebones, down low, dirty place full of stories and awesome characters.
This was also one of the first bars I found myself in when I finally moved to Denver (living only a couple blocks away also helps). Not only had I been hearing about that place for years (even before I started visiting the city), but at that first night there was able to see one of the best, most welcoming (at least to me) events after I'd only been living in the Mile High City for less than a month. If Denver was some sort of communicable disease, I got it that night from the sheer press of the crowd around me. Yes, it was Slim Cessna's Auto Club show in such an intimate setting.
Yes, I used the word 'intimate' which in all ways seems wrong. It kind of brings to mind singer/songwriters strumming on acoustic guitars, singing about their lost cat by candlelight... which is totally not the case if you've ever set foot in the place. The size of the Lair is so small that you can be punched on one side of the bar and still hit the wall of the other, likely hitting a half a dozen band stickers that have been placed there over the years (I can still find the sticker of a local Philly band that I saw many times in the 90's among the collection of band debris scattered over the Lair's walls). That first night, and most other nights I've been there for shows are cramped, beer soaked, rowdy, near riots. People yelling for drinks or at each other; booze being tossed onto the floor, over the patrons, and down their gullets; shoving matches that could be called dancing or drunken stumbles; and music blaring over everything, demanding some attention. Events that have to be experienced to be believed.
The Seventh Doctor was always one of my favorites. Sure, he started out a bit silly (Time and the Rani,Paradise Towers, etc) and looked like a bad vaudevillian comic (his umbrella, paisley scarf, porkpie hat...), but those were also the same reasons I came to love this Doctor. Underneath the clown was darkness, mystery, and a manipulator pulling all the strings and even using his companions like pawns. He was a throwback to an earlier enigmatic Doctor you may have seen in the 60's. You could easily believe he was not 'just another Time Lord.' This was the Dark Doctor. Plus, there was also Ace.
... and that's it. Three seasons in and Doctor Who was cancelled after 26 years. The show had been hanging from a thread for years and the BBC finally just ended it. Of course, for Doctor Who to continue, it kind of went sideways. Sure there were always the comics, but Virgin Publishing took up the New Adventures line which push the story of the Doctor and Ace forward and lasted for six years (and 61 novels.) The novels were broad, deep, and definitely more adult in tone (drugs, cursing, sex, death, etc.) The Doctor got darker and darker and new companions were added (hello, Ms. Summerfield.) Yes... the novels were pretty brilliant, adding ideas and concepts that would have been glossed over in a slick fast paced TV show, and were also the only thing we had for a long time.
Then the BBC stepped in (in 1996), regenerated the Doctor, and took up their own novel series. But that's another story.
What? It's Friday again? That means that it's time for another 'tru-ish' tale about Colfax and the Mile High City. A new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#42)! This week: Convention Season... or SAY WHO'S WHAT'S WHERE???
This was the low point of the Classic Doctor Who run. Colin Baker literally burst from the remains of Peter Davison. He was loud, egotistical, arrogant, and dressed like a psychotic jester... and the writing was pretty god awful as well.
This was the point in my life where I was going through my adolescent angst, discovering punk rock and girls; so I was drifting away somewhat, but I still gave it a shot. I tried... god, I tried. I remember watching'Vengence on Varos' (Peri turning into some sort of bird... that was weird), 'The Two Doctors' (Patrick Troughton's last on screen Doctor Who appearance with Jacqueline Pearce from 'Blake 7' as one of the villains) and Revelation of the Daleks (with the disembodied head of Davros and... what the hell is Alexei Sayle doing there?), but I could never really get into the Sixth Doctor. There was the bad writing, the violence (The Doctor with a gun? Whhaaa...?), and the whole Trial of the Time Lord/Valeyard, which I'm just not going to get into.)
Then there was the Sixth Doctor himself. He was deliberately unlikeable. Now, of course, there have been countless interviews where Colin Baker has commented that he never got to choose his costume (he wanted to wear black) as well as he never got to play out the arc that he wanted with the development of his Doctor. Playing up and calling back to the techiness of the First Doctor and then mellowing out over several seasons. Well... that chance was just never there. Changes to the format (episodes moved from about 23 to 45 minutes long) along with the bad writing and abrasiveness of the Doctor scattered fans; viewership dropped and it certainly didn't help that the head of the BBC hated the show and put it on hiatus for 18 months between Seasons 22-23... the end result was the Sixth Doctor being forcibly let go and replaced after 8 stories a little over two seasons.
The Sixth Doctor has gotten a sort of a second chance though in the Big Finish Audio series where he gets to play the Doctor as he would have liked it. The upshot of this is that his audios are some of the best written that Big Finish has produced ( I remember really liking 'The One Doctor.')
So, anyway... here we go...
'Planets come and go. Stars perish. Matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal' - The Mysterious Planet (1986)
Yep, it's Friday once again. Time for another 'tru-ish' tale about Colfax and the Mile High City. A new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#41)! This week: The Happiest Place on Earth... or NO, REALLY... WHAT MAKES IT THE 'HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH'?
Yes, a piece of East Colfax... Smiley's... The Happiest Place on Earth... The World's Largest Discount Laundromat... is now gone.
Originally from Philadelphia and Boston (where he picked up the annoying habit of using "wicked" as an adjective), Karl Christian is the writer/artist of such comics as 'Angst Boy Comics', 'Sturm und Drang', 'Schadenfreude', as well as 'Byron' for SLG Publishing and other comical tragedies and drunken accounts for Modern Drunkard Magazine. Karl now lives in Denver, CO with a large collection of tiki mugs and a pair of cats that stalk him for food. He also hates writing about himself in the third person. It's creepy.
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