Following a phonebook pages paper trail, I was fortunate to get close enough as the sun set, that I could find it. Though who could miss it, all light up brighter than a Christmas tree. That definitely looks like a phone box...
Who are these
creatures ranged round the top of the edifice? Why are they there? What more can I see before I'm called in for dinner? In which case I'll have to hope it's still there come daylight.
Let's see if it's safe to open the door
After dinner I started some research. That bottle labelled Dune - spice from Arrakis? Those Aztechie aliens above, the sign "No (picture of missing part) Inside", the trail of phonebook pages. By daylight I had done enough archaeological research to be pretty sure this was the 23rd Dr's long lost Tardis. A severe malfunction had left it stranded, calling for help in as many "languages", sending out signals in the hope SOMEone, SOMEwhere could come and fix it. The size of the forest around it added weight to the evidence that this was, indeed, the Long Long Long Lost Tardis #23 .
Daylight, and some more evidence comes clear:
There seem to be a lot of broken parts hanging off the side
On closer inspection, are these pages of the
Repair Manual, plastered against the glass as a clue to rescuers as to what is needed, or merely pages from some
Intergalactic phone book being used for insulation?
The other side:
And some closeups. A strange mixture of patching the broken glass panes - part of the plastic bag the new phonebook arrived in... (can you see the prehistoric person stamped behind it? He is there.
a mica patch, after a dinosaur broke some panes trying to get in and out again and is excreting its own
Stupidity :
"They" must have tried posting a help message from Norway (stamp on an envelope from Rubber Dance!) Maybe insufficient address, as it's still here - or they haven't got the right flag up to tell the Intergalactic Mailman to pick it up.
Maybe T-Rex was after some
shrooms
I sent DH's new drone up, and discovered a "helipad" precariously still attached. And more of those alien az-tech guardians from Rubber Dance, one of them sending telepathic
thoughts
While the drone is up, there are quite a few antennae trying to get a MayDay out:
A quick look at the back before we dare inspect and open the door...
Is that a ghost going through the wall, or something got too close to an atomic explosion?
Did you think you could avoid the
'shrooms this month??? No way!!! Is the BluePlanet mechanic contemplating them as a means of escape, or has he been stuck there so looong they're growing from his feet... Why is the padlock unlocked, when clearly one should
Not Open . There's a lot going on, so let some "detail" pics help
Inside, it is crammed with past attempts at repair, at propitiating the gods...
They even tried cupcakes - though how they cooked them, I have no idea, as blue light isn't very hot.
So after a solid winter's day "digging" into this archaelogical treasure, let us tiptoe away and leave the Paranoid Policeman to man his station until the Good Doctor returns with a repair crew.
So many subtle & not-so-subtle images from
http://www.rubberdance.com/ - text, or excerpts from phrases, mushrooms, Aztec dolls, runes & petroglyphs.
Seth Apter's
Drip Drop die as well as stencils found their way here
All sorts of other goodies have come from all around the galaxy (ok, world!).
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