If I had to name a website that pretty much summed up a large chunk of my interests in one go, it would have to be ThinkGeek.com. I generally try to steer away from stereotyping myself that way, because I think it’s dangerous–it makes me feel like I’m ruling out entire other chunks of myself, like if I enjoy Star Trek and World of Warcraft than I can’t possibly like shoes and makeup or sports or anything else, but let’s face it. At heart, a large part of my personality is whatever special something it is that designates someone as a nerd or a dork or whatever you want to call it. And while I think that definition is widening, becoming so much more main-stream even today, it can still hold some odd connotations.
ANYWAY, that’s a topic for another day. I guess what I was writing to talk about was Doctor Who.
You may remember that I mentioned I had an obsessive personality…? Yeah, well, it’s still going strong. I have a tendency to latch onto certain things for periods of time, and it’s like I can’t let them go–I have to know everything and anything about them. I don’t know when it started, exactly. The first time I can recall was when I became enamored with Anime and that whole culture back in seventh grade–Inuyasha specifically. I’ve had a couple such intense obsessions since then. The most recent has to be Doctor Who.
Oh look at them all. If I’m correct, (but don’t quote me,) I’m pretty sure that Doctor Who counts as the longest-running Science Fiction show of all time–I mean, not all at once I don’t think, but it certainly has the most episodes. And that’s saying something, considering the somewhat spotty reputation Science Fiction has always had. While a some genres gather more respect than others, and some (like romance) are tolerated with a sort of indulgence, Syfy is looked at for being rather kitschy and outlandish–yes, even by Fantasy standards. Just something about that on-the-cusp-of-reality-but-not thing, maybe–it’s too close to reality, a possibility of reality with all the science and whatnot, but isn’t, and isn’t far enough out there to incur full suspension of disbelief. That’s my theory anyway, you might have your own.
Obviously I don’t mind at all–I love me some Syfy, and actually as a genre is has gained more popularity of late, a trend I hope with increase.
So Doctor Who. I avoided watching this show for years, because I was afraid of it. I’m not sure why–maybe I thought I wouldn’t like it, because of all the changing involved? Or maybe I knew that I would like it TOO much, which is probably more accurate. I know myself fairly well, you see, and this is something that’s right up my alley.
But all of these kinds of things always come with a grain of salt–they always make me feel just a little bit bad. It’s that escapism aspect of them. I mean, all forms of entertainment are an escape of sorts, but some I tend to latch onto more than others. It’s not to say that I don’t want to be living the life I’m living, or at least not exactly that… Just that the other worlds and situations, and the amazing PEOPLE in books and television shows and movies… They’re so TEMPTING, you know? I can relate to all of the Doctor’s companions. Who would say no to that man if he leaned out of his blue box and asked you to join him in seeing the whole of the universe in time and space? There’s a reason I’m in the business of the make-believe, after all.
But it’s always sad to think that it might only ever be just that–make-believe. Why should we as humans be able to imagine such MIRACULOUS things, if they could never happen?
And if they CAN happen, would they ever happen to me? I want that more than anything, I think.
Now have a video of the Doctor (10) dancing around and yelling and being utterly fantastic. 🙂 Cheers!