Happy New Year 2015, Everyone!
Once upon a time I dreamed of writing a massively clever blog post that would go viral and I would gain thousands of followers overnight and advertisers would throw money at me just for the pleasure of reading my thoughts.
And then I woke up one day and made my bed:
Apparently my TARDIS bed is more popular than I am. I have no problem with that. It has a better personality, and looks good right when I wake up (okay, it looks good all the time). As far as I’m concerned, it can have as many 15-minute increments of fame that it wants. I am secure in the knowledge that it will still come home to me every night.
Just before Christmas, The Bloggess retweeted a link to my blog, and the next thing I knew, my website stats started climbing. When I first cleared 1,000 views in a single 24-hour period, I started to get a little anxious. What if all these people actually decided to stick around and follow my blog for a while? How disappointed would they be in the rest of the content? Fortunately, there were only about three days of retweets, Facebook shares, and new visitors before life here at The Stubby Thumb returned to normal.
A couple of days ago, I logged onto TST in order to resume normal operations (I have a first date recap that isn’t going to write itself), and noticed 16 comments awaiting moderation. I figured my spam filter wasn’t working properly, and planned to check the settings. Of course, I got distracted, and moved on to other things instead.
The next morning, I awoke to find I’d been tagged by a friend in a post on Facebook, informing me that my TARDIS had been featured on i09. Um, what?! It turns out those 16 new comments were legitimate. Oops. Apparently, TST was getting a second wind.
I cannot even begin to explain how surreal this whole experience is. I keep seeing pictures of my guest bedroom popping up all over the interweb. Strangely, I’m a lot more comfortable knowing that most of the traffic is going to the other websites instead of directly to The Stubby Thumb.
I’ve been reading most of the comments, and a lot of the same questions/statements keep popping up:
- Yes, the lantern does light up (at night), at least in theory. It’s a solar-powered lamp. It’s having issues holding a charge right now, though, so I am going to have to sonic it or something.
- The TARDIS is a queen-size bed; I believe it’s the largest size available. To my knowledge, nobody makes a king-size Murphy. That’s a lot of weight to try to anchor securely into a wall. I’ve seen a lot of people saying they need a larger one. I am guessing most are thinking this is a single/twin. Someone asked if they make a double… I think that’s what we typically call a full-size, and yes, there is a kit available for that, too.
- I know. I know. The back wall. It needs some love. It will get some. I promise. Someday. I have an idea that’s so crazy it just might work.
- No, it does not make the TARDIS swoosh sound when it opens/closes, and I currently have no plans to make it so (not that I’m opposed to it; I just have a gazillion other projects/ideas that will likely come first).
- Yes, there is a switch that makes it go tonto (it also controls the lights), though I’ve never actually tested it.
- I bought the throw pillows six years ago when I bought my couch. They matched the then-blue accent wall I painted (it’s a deep red now). They happen to also resemble some iterations of the TARDIS interior.
- For those looking to “wife” me… I still have 33 First Date openings available.
Oh, and apparently someone’s “friend Mark built this exact bed five years ago…” which is weird because I distinctly remember handling the raw materials. The only logical explanation is that at some point in my future, I must travel back to 2010, disassemble the TARDIS, and give it to Mark. How I get back to my own timeline after that is anyone’s guess.
But seriously, now that the bed is finished, I have discovered other TARDIS Murphy beds scattered throughout time and space. They are all unique and all freaking amazing… because obviously.
And finally… My younger brother, who is not yet a Whovian [but give me time, space, street maps of Florida, 12 jammie dodgers, and a fez, and he soon will be], shared one of the TARDIS posts on his Imgur account (whatever that is) and was apparently challenged to prove that I’m his sister.
MajicGamer… this serves as your proof. Let me know if you require anything further.
Oh, and thanks for all the love and really supportive comments about the bed! Whovians are the best people.