this simple booping.... is beyond v'gers comprehension
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The Master, meeting the Doctor again after being trapped in the Toymaker's tooth: Oh, so do you use that "Let's travel the stars together" speech on every guy who tries to kill you? Whore.
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We're back in the groove of city life, of course. No avoiding that.
I do wanna revisit something I mentioned during our travels last week... which was that in the midst of all that adventuring, we conducted a number of business meetings. That is, during a lunch or a breakfast or some in-between time when we're at Starbucks or some restaurant... we actually talked about a business plan that's in its formative stage. We dug deep, too. We'd even pick it up and toss it around a little sometimes when we were driving from here to there.
Why?
Because the topic was gonna come up. Just as soon as we got back.
So there's a timing issue there that worked its way into our adventure plans.
Even were that not the case, though, away on a trip is not the worst time to consider such things. So long as you put certain boundaries around the effort.
I will say there's something about being out of the normal, daily stream that gives you more altitude to identify all the pieces in play, both good and bad, helpful and toxic. To trace problems and opportunities backward and forward in time. To challenge assumptions. And then challenge the further assumptions that inevitably crop up. To consider the big picture. The really big picture. The view from 10,000 feet. Which includes not only best practices for the business endeavor but also for all the individuals involved in navigating that business. The condition of those people, of course, is the rock upon which success or failure rests.
So when I say "everything"... I really do mean everything.
So no, this was not a business retreat. We didn't let it consume that much time. We were strategic about it. The idea... was to prepare for a conversation.
And yes. The prep totally worked.
Right on time.
🙂
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He wonders what age he’s finally reached. The Time War used years as ammunition; at the Battle of Rodan’s Wedding alone, he’d aged to five million and then regressed to a mewling babe, merely from shrapnel. Now, the ache in his bones feels… one thousand years old? Well. Call it nine hundred. Sounds better.
In the same way RTD's 'Doctor Who and the Time War,' where the above quote is from, is a page from a novel that doesn't exist, this is a splash page from a comic that doesn't exist. Time War PTSD, much like the war itself, is multidimensional.
Now available as a print by popular demand!
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You know what? *grants my iterators the ability to walk in the strangest way possible* (it's for au)
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whenever I imagine two iterators interacting via puppet, I immediately conceptualize it as two academics playing dolls together, giving them funny little voices and making them 'kiss' (smacking the dolls into eachother) and all
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How many sleep deprived teenage turtle mutants does it take to remove a lug nut?
(Edit: Oh yeah! This one was inspired by one of the sketches I was commissioned to draw! Big thank you to those who bought a commission; it really helped me out! Those sketches will probably get posted next week)
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that stupid idiot five pebbles
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