The latest TARDIS database has spit out my tenth incarnation's latest adventure for all my companions and friends and you can see it at:

http://community.livejournal.com/whofurs/2983.html

I'm so very excited to have landed my TARDIS in this time period in Earth history!

In a few short days, a black man will move from his private residence into a much larger and more expensive one owned not by him but by American taxpayers. A vast lawn, perimeter fence and many well-trained security specialists will insulate him from the rest of society, but the mere fact that this man will live there should make everyone stop and count their blessings — because it proves they live in a nation where anything is possible.

Many believed this day would never come. Most hoped and prayed that it would, but few actually believed they would live to see it. Racism is an ugly thing in all of its forms and there is little doubt that if this man had moved there 15 years ago, there would have been a great outcry — possibly even rioting in the streets. Today, you can all be both grateful and proud that no such mayhem will take place when this man takes up residency in this house.

This man, moving into this house at this time in America's history is much more than a simple change of addresses for him — it is proof of a change in your attitude as a nation. It is an amends of sorts — the righting of a great wrong. It is a symbol of your growth, and of your willingness to judge a man, not by the color of his skin but by the content of his character. I couldn't be prouder of the human race as a whole.

There can be little doubt now that the vast majority truly believe this man has earned both his place in history and his new address. His time in this house will not be easy — it will be fraught with danger and he will face many challenges. I'm sure there will be many times when he asks himself how in the world he ended up here, and, like all who have gone before him, the experience will age him greatly. But in every way a man can, he asked for this. His whole life for the past fifteen years appears to have been inexorably leading this man toward this house. It is highly probable that in the past, despite all of his actions, racism would have kept this man out of this house. However, today, be thankful that Americans live in a nation where wrongs are righted, where justice matters and where truly anything is possible. A nation where O.J. Simpson is finally going to jail.

Wait, who did you think I was talking about? Obama?

Came across a group of nutters today while hitting 21st century Earth for some chips.

http://community.livejournal.com/whofurs/profile

I hope they aren't like those LINDA folk I keep hearing about...

Well, on Earth, it's a season chockful of holidays.
Whether it's Christmas, Eid, Chanukah, Festivus, Kwanzaa, Solstice or the Day of Hummus, most humans are celebrating Christmas.

I seem to have some good adventures around Christmas, I don't know why, it just seems I do.

I remember, one year, in Judea, I think it was, I managed to get the last room at the inn in Bethlehem. Man, do I consider myself lucky. Unfortunately, it was a room right next to the stables and not only did I have to smell livestock poop, but there was an awful ruckus that night.

Another favorite adventure of mine was Frosty the Snowman. What's not much well known is that Frosty the Snowman was originally an Icelord from Flakon III. He landed his ship, but the Earth's atmosphere sent him into a catatonic shock. Fortunately, his personal shield matrix crown was nearby. Some children found it and interpreted it as an old beatup hat and put it on his head, which triggered an environmental field that allowed him to move again.
Storming into town, he proceeded to rampage until I was able to... well, it's long and complicated, but it did involve converting his energy lattice to output heat, which of course, exceeded his temperature limits and well...

Wow, such good memories... One of my future incarnations says that there's gonna be a couple good ones, but I should just find out for myself. Spoilers and all.

Anyways, bought a lovely new skinning knife for my companion Leela and of course, bought some scrap metal for K-9 to gnaw on. Also, the leg support of the endoskeletal structure of a Series II servodroid. He seems to enjoy that very very much.

Well, enough from me, go celebrate your holidays!

Merry Christmas! Happy Chanukah! ‘Īd mubārak! Happy Festivus for all the rest of us! Happy Kwanzaa! Blessed Solstice! MmmMMM-mmph!

Happy Holidays!

Hello, I'm the Doctor. Not the one most of you seem to know. No, I'm the one with the teeth and curls, it seems you remember me as.
Anyways, I just wanted to let you know what a simply fantastic time I had at your Midwest FurFest. I simply haven't seen such a gathering of species since that one cantina on Gammarey IX (or was it IV?).
I originally showed up, hoping to find 18th century France, wanting to show my companion Emily a spot of nice elegant Earth culture. However, a slight aberration in the nanophotogyrometer landed the TARDIS a few centuries off and on the other side of the planet.
A slight malfunction which was totally not my fault (if only I had some sort of robot companion to help fix that sort of thing. Like a dog or something...) meant that the TARDIS had to stay put for a few days.
Fortunately, the registration staff was more than willing to help us out with badges and even a well-planned itinerary of events and such to pass the time.
Mingling with the humans turned out quite easy. Many of them were in marvelous costumes, although I swear I saw an Auton in the shape of an anthropomorphic mouse. And there was a Tauntaun. Lovely little creatures, they are. Also saw a few "visitors." Yeah, those sort. Nobody up to no harm, they just wanted to blend and sample the Earth culture and a furry convention was the easiest place for a few to blend in.
The hotel itself was well-planned out with large rooms for the Artist Alley and the Dealer's Den and I think the lounge area was a wonderful addition. And of course the con suite itself was marvelous, although it was a bit detached from the con. Did everyone even know where it was? Food was great and the staff well-run!
Continuing on, I enjoyed meeting all of you, but I especially was pleased to run into myself. Apparently, this was such a fantastic convention that I decided to visit it again later on in my life. Mind you, I changed a bit. Got all scrawny and it seems I got professional with a bit of suit and tie. Doesn't beat a good warm scarf though...
Most of you know that a fire alarm interrupted the festivities Friday night at MFF. I originally thought it was an Ice Warrior, but my future self discovered it was actually a Pyrovile. Smart fellow. Entirely my influence, of course, he mustn't take any credit. So we put our heads together and... well, I'll explain later. Anyways, some fellows from something called Torchwood or something showed up (disguised as Papa John's pizza deliverymen no less!) and explained to everyone else that it was someone smoking in the hotel. Oh, well, more's the better, I don't think some humans could've handled the truth.
Later on, someone told us we should see 2. I thought to myself, oh boy, the clown in the checkered pants! Well, turns out it wasn't the past me I thought it was, but he was still a bit of a clown. Now, I'm not sure what he gave us, but boy, that drink was good and we ended up partying on the dance floor most of the night. Found out I just LOVE that Time Warp song!
Spent most of the rest of the con, recovering from that, leaving me with a fuzzy headache. Now I know why my future incarnation won't remember this half a dozen lives from now. Hangover, ow.
Either way, fantastically run convention. Next year was even better, but I'll let you guys find out for yourself. Spoilers and all.

Anyways, if you think you took any photos of us, please let me know.
Got a couple already, but I know there was a LOT taken!