Best Ever DoctorWho Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 3 with @yogizilla @faryna

Best Ever DoctorWho Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 3 with @yogizilla @faryna

What is Doctor Who? Doctor who?! In Episode 3, we catch noobs up with some explanations. We go deeper into Doctor Who Episode 2, Into the Dalek. We share some of the comments you left on YouTube. We play our first submission for the Soft Kitty song contest. We also share fantastic news. 

Tune in Saturday 9am ET (Saturday, September 13) for a friendly live chat experience of TWTT Podcast Episode 4 on http://www.twitch.tv/geekyantics or http://www.allgames.com.



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POLL: #Whovians, Join Us For Tea? #DoctorWho #TimeyWimey @Yogizilla @Faryna

It’s only been about three weeks since we did our pilot episode for Timey-Wimey Tea Time and it feels like so much longer..  The community is bustling, the love is blooming, and there is adventure around every corner.  We are humbled, excited, and eager to keep this going.  We hope you continue to join us for tea or your beverage of choice!

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Everyone wants to have tea with Amy / Karen.

This project is an evolving thing.  It’s organic because the community is every big a part of the experience and we go well beyond the video and audio podcasts.  The new friendships and opportunities we are forging together warm our hearts.  As a work in progress, we will continue to improve, experiment, and innovate…

…And it all happens with your help!

Please take a moment to complete the poll at the end of this poll so we can figure a few things out.  We want to serve the Whovian community and our fellow creatives better!

If you haven’t checked out our extended podcast cuts on YouTube, here is the playlist.  We include pre and post-shows here and there just because we are just so excited to share our hearts and souls with you..  Better yet, there’s tons of content already to tide you over and make up for our brief holiday, as some of you so cleverly hinted at!

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#DoctorWho Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 2 with @MattoMcfly @yogizilla @faryna

Best Ever DoctorWho Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 2 (A SURPRISE Show) with @yogizilla @mattomcfly @faryna

The 12th Doctor is going to rock it or not. If Capaldi doesn’t get the training wheels removed in the next episode, there will be dissent and dismay. But episode two of Season 8 had more than a few surprises beyond a yet limping Capaldi and not least of them, Moffet whipped out the Aristotle and threw down the existential gauntlet.

Tune in Saturday noon ET (9am Los Angeles and 5pm London) for a friendly live chat experience of TWTT 4 on http://www.twitch.tv/geekyantics



Inconceivable! The Doctor Who community has more enthusiasm than any other we know. 1,100 Retweets of our latest Twitter post for Episode 2 of the Time-Wimey Tea Time podcast. We’re feeling the love – big time.

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#DoctorWho Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 1 with @yogizilla @deathofnation @faryna

Best Ever Doctor Who Podcast: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Ep. 1 with Yomar Lopez, Chris Gannon and Stan Faryna

 

The 12th Doctor is going on. We’re in past episode two and some already love Peter Capaldi. Others are waiting to see if he can be the better man. Or, more precisely, Gallifreyan.

 Really? But it’s just a TV show. What does it have to do with me?

Maybe, everything. Or not.

Time-Wimey Tea Time Recap


This episode, Yomar Lopez, Chris Gannon and Stan Faryna talk about lots – why Doctor Who is important, the problematic of a brow-beaten Doctor, the enthusiasm of the Doctor Who community for Tea Time and people’s hopes for a brave, new Doctor.  

Chris Gannon of The Gaming Death Podcast talks about how he got hooked on Doctor Who.

“My first introduction with Doctor Who… there’s this goofy looking British guy in a long leather trench coat and this really hot blonde being attacked by plastic mannequins and I was like, what is this, this is cheesy and weird and super smart and really funny, entertaining.”
Stan Faryna talks about the kind of Doctor he wants Capaldi to be (on air and off).
“In these times of brutal violence, savage sexuality and a want of leadership, Doctor Who must be a counter cultural champion. He must be an antidote to materialistic delusions, the happy-faces of a me-first false consciousness, and easy platitudes of self-deceit.

Doctor Who does not let it flow. He doesn’t go with the flow. He turns the tide, he rejects the incompleteness of human thinking and the darkness of the human heart as it is embodied in alien or other threats, and, thereby, he helps us see the bigger picture. The Doctor helps us see beauty. That’s his job.
But not just beauty. He helps us to see good that we may do good. He helps us to know the truth that we may live out truth. That’s who the Doctor is. Clara’s courage, obviously, can’t compete with that. And Moffat shouldn’t even try to make her compete with that who-ness.
It’s a disservice to Clara.”
Yomar Lopez shares some of the love we’re getting on YouTube.
Keep it going. Best Doctor Who podcast ever!

– Lissa Lisse
Rock on

– Sophie Davis
Nobody I know likes Doctor Who. I’m glad I found you guys
– Ken
Siento como que estoy saliendo con mis mejores amigos

– Pepa Farra

Listen to the podcasts and feel the magic happen.



Part One: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Episode One
Part Two: Timey-Wimey Tea Time Episode One

Flash Fiction: Say Something by @Faryna

Say Something by @Faryna

FlasFiction

by Stan Faryna
@Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

“Say something,” she whispered to John as she walked through the alley and checked dumpsters for salvage.

I’m giving up on you, she thought.

She hadn’t heard him speak to her for days – speak to her heart. He could do things like that. Unbelievable fucking things – things you couldn’t imagine.

Say something…

Right now, Cristina had never felt more alone, empty, afraid, broken, crazy, lost, angry…

She couldn’t feel his presence – he made the world, solid, good and safe. No matter what happened – there was hope as long as John was in the world. John was supernatural.

Cristina didn’t want to believe he could be gone. Not after everything that had happened. Not after she had lost him and found him again.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she remembered the night they had met. How he was unstoppable in his pursuit of her. John had told her that he was her hero and he meant it.

Her pupils dilated as she inhaled deeply and remembered the smell of his naked skin – notes of lavender, lilies, bulgarian roses and sea salt.

John was unstoppable. Unbreakable. Forever. He was her man of steel. Her angel. John was true love.

“YOU SAID YOUR LOVE IS FOREVER,” Cristina shouted up to the gray sky.

THAT MEANS YOU DON’T DIE! THAT MEANS SOMEDAY WE LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! ”

George started to ball. Uncontrollably.

He wanted to tell her that the last words out of John’s mouth was a prayer for her – a Hail Mary cut short because they cut out his tongue with garden shears. But she couldn’t hear George; she couldn’t see him because George was dead.

George had been put here by this red dumpster by powers he didn’t understand. Eventually, he had figured out the why. Or he thought he had figured it out.

He could have knocked over a bottle to draw Cristina to the dumpster, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Red dumpster

Cristina walked toward the red dumpster.

“You don’t want this,” George shouted at her.

“Say something,” she pleaded to the empty, lifeless buildings that rose above the alley.

Looking around, George saw a flower pot on the ledge of a third story window. If he could knock it over, she might turn back, bring the others here and, maybe, he could get Armstrong’s attention.

He closed his eyes and braced for the weirdness as he threw himself through the wall (he felt like jello being thrown at a wall), raced through the building and up the stairwell.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he looked out the window and saw Cristina in the dumpster – synchronizing with real time was still an epic challenge for George.

Cristina had looked over the edge of the dumpster and saw it amidst the beer cans.

She saw John’s face. His eyes were closed but his wounds were still bloody, wet and raw.

Cristina climbed into the dumpster. She could barely see John’s face now – her tears ran so hard. She thought she saw his lips move.

“My husband, my hero, my everything – please say something,” she whispered.

There was no answer.

“Say something, my love,” Cristina insisted.

She had hope; John would make it through this; she would stand by him until her last breath – regardless of his condition.

Frantically, she tried to dig his body out from the swamp of beer cans with her bare hands.

The mass of cans shifted as she dug and John’s severed head rolled on it’s side.

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More awesome by mad geniuses here on the GANG!

Big Stone Book of Trollish Insults
Say Something
The Unspoken Problems of True Love by @Faryna
How I made a Million streaming my game on Twitch

Other posts by Stan that you will find illuminating, uplifting or both:

A Tribute to Maya Angelou
Robin Williams, Demons and a Dark Sign
A Short Story of the Antichrist
Blog Soup Reboot

 

 

About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna
Facebook: Faryna.FanPage
Google+: +StanFaryna
Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

You can support Stan by helping his friend, Nisha Varghese (click on Nisha’s pic to make a donation).

Nisha Varghese

Nisha Varghese is an inspiration to Stan because she lives out the truth that she is bigger than her challenges. Among them, Cerebral Palsy. She too can save the world. Make it a better place for all of us. Nisha is a light and a gift unto the world.

Nisha’s website is here.

 

Flash Fiction: Creepy by @Faryna

Creepy by @Faryna

FlasFiction

by Stan Faryna
@Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

 

Anais texted Anca and Cristina.

Bonjour! Cristina, you can do way better than John.

Stop looking at him!

Anca:

John’s serious. In a creepy way. He’s not fun. Not funny.

Did I mention that he fucked up everything in the game?

Yeah, he’s a creeper…

Anais:

Oh, I know! Like how he expects us to play nice. Or give the noobs a chance to figure things out. Fuck that!

They aren’t paying my rent!

John’s a total control freak.

Fuck that! I’ll do whatever I want. It’s bank or bust and I do bank, fuck you very much, Mr. Do Right.

What kind of future can you have with a boy that makes life harder than it has to be? Or even a game?!

Anca:

What you want is a wolf. Every woman wants a wolf in her bed.

Anais:

Awooo!

Anais and Anca laughed.

Anais:

John’s no wolf.

He’s just a creeper. Like a funeral director.

Like that old woman that goes to the church every morning with her husband and she always gives me stink eye on her way because her husband can’t wait to see a little cheek as the hem of my mini skirt inches up with each step.

It’s out of her hands. She can’t change her husband and she can’t tell me what to wear. Fuck that creepy, old bag!

Cristina Viktor

Cristina Viktor

Cristina:

Hmmm, still, I like him. What if he’s the one for me?!

Ok, there’s something about him that is different. So he’s not just another jerk that’s just looking out for himself and thinks everyone else can go to hell. If he cares about other people, like you say, tell me why that’s a bad thing?

So John’s different. Fine. But if that difference has dignity – you know, I think that’s hot. Really fucking hot!

I want more than dick.

I want a man. I want true love. I want it all. I want forever. I deserve it. We all do.

Why settle for dick?

Anais:

Tel qui rit vendredi dimanche pleurera!

[Laugh on Friday, cry on Sunday.]

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Other posts by Stan that you will find illuminating, uplifting or both:

You Can Do Amazing Things

A Tribute to Maya Angelou

A Letter from Osama bin Laden

A Short Story of the Antichrist

 

About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna
Facebook: Faryna.FanPage
Google+: +StanFaryna
Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

You can support Stan by helping his friend, Nisha Varghese (click on Nisha’s pic to make a donation at her website).

Nisha Varghese

Nisha Varghese is an inspiration to Stan because she lives out the truth that she is bigger than her challenges. Among them, Cerebral Palsy. She too can save the world. Make it a better place for all of us. Nisha is a light and a gift unto the world.

Nisha’s website is here.

 

Flash Fiction: What is Love? by @Faryna

The Unspoken Problems of True Love by @Faryna

FlasFiction

by Stan Faryna
@Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

 

 

Mother Washington laughed as she watched John and Cristina run – they ran with joy. Cristina threw her arms high into the air as she bounced on John’s shoulders. She squealed in delight. Cristina had never felt more free, more lucky and more happy in her life.

Mother Washington

Mother Washington

“You hang on to that young man, Cristina,” Mother Washington said to herself.

“You hold on to that young woman, John.”

Mother Washington sighed and a tear came to her eye.

“You hold on to each other real tight. Because ain’t no one ever been more meant for anyone than you were meant for each other.

You gotta know that the Devil, he ain’t going to stand for any nonsense like that. He gonna tear you apart – first chance he gets. And if’n he can’t tear you apart, he’s gonna tear you each up. With his bare hands.”

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More awesome by mad geniuses here on the GANG!

YOHTAI Issue No. 4 #Hearthstone

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With Music by @RussellBennetts & @Klassnik

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Other posts by Stan that you will find illuminating, uplifting or both:

You Can Do Amazing Things

A Tribute to Maya Angelou

A Letter from Osama bin Laden

A Short Story of the Antichrist

 

About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna
Facebook: Faryna.FanPage
Google+: +StanFaryna
Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

You can support Stan by helping his friend, Nisha Varghese (click on Nisha’s pic to make a donation).

Nisha Varghese

Nisha Varghese is an inspiration to Stan because she lives out the truth that she is bigger than her challenges. Among them, Cerebral Palsy. She too can save the world. Make it a better place for all of us. Nisha is a light and a gift unto the world.

Nisha’s website is here.

Semi-poetic: Progress and Prosperity by @Faryna

 

Semi-poetic: Progress and Prosperity by @Faryna

 

Poetry

by Stan Faryna @Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

Progress and Prosperity

I stretched out my hand to poetry

this early morning
and I felt the distance grow between words and
understanding.
Were those miles there before I had begun?
Like glass shattering, the shards scattering
across the kitchen floor like a people
fleeing, retreating
from a more perfect union – but they say
Lincoln’s a poet and poetry mends
hearts, ways, hopes, families, neighborhoods and a nation –
That would be progress!
Or prosperity by any other name.

Technology, commerce, innovation –

cannot tow a star-faring ship of state up a creek.

Lincoln Coin

The Lincoln Dollar


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About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna Facebook: Faryna.FanPage Google+: +StanFaryna Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

You can support Stan by helping his friend, Nisha Varghese (click on Nisha’s pic to make a donation). Nisha Varghese

Nisha Varghese is an inspiration to Stan because she lives out the truth that she is bigger than her challenges. Among them, Cerebral Palsy. She too can save the world. Make it a better place for all of us. Nisha is a light and a gift unto the world. Nisha’s website is here.

A Public Alert on Epsom Salt by @Faryna

A Public Alert on Epsom Salt by @Faryna

FlasFiction

by Stan Faryna
@Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

 

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him dead!”

An elderly man in jeans and a white tee shirt with Captain America’s shield on his chest shouted at the angry crowd surrounding the terrorist, his white hair tossing across his forehead as he shook his clenched fist.
The terrorist had been caught in the pharmacy – trying to buy one dozen one pound bags of epsom salts. To make a bomb – undoubtedly!
Epsom Salt
A translucent white, plastic garbage bag dotted with yellow smiley faces covered the terrorist from head to crotch. It was bound with an electrical cord around his waist.A baseball bat swung and connected with the area presumably where the terrorist’s face might be. Red splattered across the inside of the bag and began to soak the front of the terrorist’s gray and black, snap button, plaid wool shirt.
The crowd closed in. A knee was brought up into the terrorist’s stomach, an elbow down on his chest and a kick shattered the knee cap.
As the terrorist fell, a man in a black suit kicked him in the small of the back and a mother, infant in her arms, kicked him in the head. On the ground, a grandmother of four granddaughters brought down her combat boot on his abdomen – ripping the shirt apart.Pools of blood spread out under the head and stomach.They were patriots. They were good citizens. The G-man – gray suit, white tie, and black shoes – congratulated them on their valor.
Everyone in the crowd congratulated each other. The only good terrorist is a dead terrorist – a phrase that was repeated endlessly and affirmed from one person to another.
The elderly man approached the body with morbid curiosity, knelt down and untied the twine. He wanted to see the horror on the terrorist’s face. Or what was left of that face. He wanted to savor the victory in all it’s terrible splendor.

The terrorists had caused them so many troubles – 22 percent unemployment, 200 percent price inflation, 13 percent value added tax, epidemics, power outages, unclean water, and nuclear power plant failures. If it happened and it was bad, the terrorists had done it.A Congresswoman from Arizona had even suggested that the terrorists were now using alien technology.
That’s what they had been told. Everyone knew it was true.
The grandmother in her pink jogging suit and Pikachu hoodie bent over and began to pull the unbound bag up. She did it enthusiastically despite the protests of the G-man. A few more inches revealed a gently and perfectly rounded stomach – a pregnant stomach. The congratulations, jokes and boasts stopped dead. The terrorist wasn’t a man, after all.

When the unrecognizable head slid out from the bag, blonde hair streaked with blood slapped against the asphalt. The only thing to identify the woman was a silver locket that held the picture of the elderly man now weeping and gnashing his teeth beside her – her father.

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Other posts by Stan that you will find illuminating, uplifting or both:

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A Tribute to Maya Angelou

A Short Story of the Antichrist

About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna
Facebook: Faryna.FanPage
Google+: +StanFaryna
Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

Do zombies do face palms? by @Faryna

Just because she’s dead doesn’t means she’s stupid.

FlasFiction

by Stan Faryna
@Faryna

Stan Faryna & The Blue Sky - Stan The Marketing Man!

The back of her head was pressed against the door, she did a face palm. Was it an aha moment? Or was it an acceptance of an inescapable inevitability? Or a physical reflex of memories or déjà vu.

Do zombies do face palms?

She was beautiful. It didn’t matter to him that her irises were silver or her pupils were rings of yellow and black. It didn’t matter that her lips were violet without lip stick. Her form and features were perfect.

The disease had not robbed her of everything. There were also memories – memories, fears and anger that were uncorrupted by the HK-63351 fungal-virus. 

It didn’t matter she was a zombie, Daryl thought she was hot. The violet hair was a total turn on.

“I know you can hear me,” he said from the other side of the door as he pulled the handcuffs out of his back pocket.

 

zombie girl

The Dilemma of Biological Imperatives



I know you’re in there. Somewhere inside that body. I know that you don’t have to be controlled by this thing. That you are more than your hunger.

I know that you can still love and be loved.”

She gasped for air. A tear slipped from the yellow-white edge of her eye.

“I’m going to open the door and if you can’t say something, maybe you can hear me out. Maybe, you can just listen to what I have to say. Consider my proposal…”

The door unlocked. She slid along the wall out of the way of the door.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Daryl said as he gently opened the door and admired her.

He was going to tap that.

She turned to him, gently put her hands on his unshaven face and lifted her lips to his.

He closed his eyes and she bit off his nose.

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Other posts by Stan that you will find illuminating, uplifting or both
:

You Can Do Amazing Things
A Tribute to Maya Angelou
A Short Story of the Antichrist

About Stan Faryna

Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, blogger and entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.

Twitter: @Faryna
Facebook: Faryna.FanPage
Google+: +StanFaryna
Website: The Unofficial Blog of Stan Faryna

You can support Stan by helping his friend, Nisha Varghese, meet her campaign goals in a fundraiser to eradicate AIDS: http://www.justgiving.com/Eradicate-AIDS

Nisha Varghese