I can’t help it… three days until the premiere of the 7th season of NuWho… in full count, the FIFTIETH year of Doctor Who on the BBC. The longest running sci fi show (and the longest running show besides soap operas maybe?) on television. The Who Universe expands beyond television, of course, to books, radio, film, and of course graphic novels. I only barely recall a few episodes I caught of Classic Who on PBS when I was a kid in the 70s – but they were nothing that made a lasting impact on me. But when the new reincarnation of The Doctor appeared in 2005, I was hooked. I lost track of it for a while because I could not access it via television – but then: NETFLIX TO THE RESCUE!
How to describe the Doctor? I couldn’t do it better than Tim Latimer in “The Family of Blood”:
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe. And… he’s wonderful.
The Kid and I have now watched every episode of all seasons of Who since 2005 – most episodes have been watched multiple times. The Kid has two versions of the Sonic Screwdriver, our walls are decorated with Daleks and the Doctors, and guess what we want to be for Halloween? So, it’s no surprise that we have anxiously awaited the arrival of the 7th series… and this Saturday it arrives! Yay!
I have to confess here that the source of my giddiness is not because of any of the actors (I’m not particularly enamored of Eleven, the Ponds or River), but because finally the Doctor will have some new adventures! And really, it’s the adventure of the Who Universe that sparks the imagination, inspires the mind and ensconces us in pure enjoyment. Three Days! I’m sure there will be far and away more Who analysis to come, but for now, it’s just the countdown…
(also, i have to have something to occupy me while I await the elusive 3rd series of Sherlock…)