I remember sitting at home as a wee bobble heid, watching Doctor Who with my mum and dad. I remember being scared by Scaroth, shocked by Earthshock, and being amazed by my generation’s multidoctor story. So, fast forward thirty years…. Continue reading Day Of The Stroke Bloke
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Long-term apoplectics, apopostles and friendsoftheblog will no doubt be expecting to read a Doctor Who post today. But it turns out that after the madness on Saturday night, I’m going to have to let 400 years worth of regenerations pass while my thoughts steep like a good cup of tea. Then I’ll probably pop back to have something up for next Monday.
In the meantime, how about some hard science? Continue reading Be Your Own Brain Experiment
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If there’s one unifying theme to apoplectic.me, it’s love. And Python references. And transformation. In the wake of Stroke Bloke: Year One and my consideration of The Batman, I’ve been looking at some other origin stories. Like The Hulk and Dr. Manhattan of The Watchmen.
Continue reading The Strange Case Of Stroke Bloke
Technology really has changed the emigrant’s experience. This week, I wanted to attend my daughter’s parent-teacher conferences in Brooklyn. There were five of them, and I did two on Facetime, two on Google Video Chat, and one on something called the telephone. As you might expect of a committed Whovian, I rather enjoyed communicating with people in another world by means of futuristic technology and a magic screen.
Continue reading Remembrance Day
Last week was pretty stressful. I had to spend an hour here and there doing stuff that looked not entirely unlike my old job. I won’t bore you with the details. But even those couple of hours were exhausting and stressful. So much so that my blood pressure was elevated to the point where my physicians have previously indicated that I should sit quietly in a dark room.
Have your ever found yourself suffering from a medical condition that you’d never given much thought before, and suddenly found that it’s everywhere?
-My dog’s got no nose. -How does it smell? -Like burnt toast. -You’re having a stroke. -Oh.
— Matt Kirshen (@mattkirshen) October 14, 2013
After last week’s hard stroke entry, a diversionary divertissement apoplectique….
Continue reading Stroke Bloke’s Divertissement Apoplectique
Maybe it’s the monotony, or the blank walls, but there’s something about a long hospital stay that intensifies the reaction to any art that’s available.
Continue reading The Art Of Stroke
Continue reading Happy Stroke – iversary! (October Spawned A Monster)
I’ve been a Batman fan for as long as I can remember. When I was a wee boy, I dressed up as the Caped Crusader to go to a Halloween party at scouts. I had the full mask, made of a black, felt-like material. When the Falklands War ended, the BBC interrupted the Adam West Batman movie that was showing with a newsflash. I was livid.
Continue reading Stroke Bloke: Year One