Sometimes, I should be very careful about what I think about before I go to bed…
Every Monday night, my friend Corey and I get together for a dinner-and-Doctor Who night. This past Monday, our classic Doctor Who of choice was the 3rd Doctor romp The Curse of Peladon.
Both Curse and its sequel, The Monster of Peladon, feature a host of wonderful, alien, Who-ish creatures…and the crowning (ahem) glory among them is Alpha Centauri: a castrato-voiced hermaphrodite-hexapod, whose body is best described as a giant penis with a huge eye ball on top.
A cape was added to try and mitigate this…unfortunate…appreance. It didn’t work, and millions of viewers’ imaginations took flight.
The day after our Who night, I asked Corey his reaction to the story, and we got into a discussion about what HIS reaction would be to meeting a real-life Alpha Centauri for the first time…
His response was that he would probably reach out and touch it!
I don’t disbelieve him…he is, after all, one of my cadre of geeky-but-extremely-intelligent padawans…but the thought went with me to bed…and the end result was a night of dreams in which I lived out an adventure of my own on the planet of Peladon…which was constantly being interrupted by Corey showing up…for the sole purpose of poking Alpha Centauri over and over and over again!
It didn’t matter what was happening. A chase…a discussion…being threatened with death…Corey kept showing up…poke-poke-poking the unfortunate, dirty-looking hexapod to death!
I’ve decided I’m either easily susceptible to suggestion…or even more of an insane geek than I already believed myself to be. Either way, I need some new dream material for tonight…
