Hello, Who fans (you know who you are).
So obviously, me being a blogger on the concept of Time, I have to talk about Dr. Who, the Time Lord, the guy who jumps around time and space, 99% of the time with a semi- to totally- beautiful consort, taking on enemies to the human race, and showing his lovely consort the glories of the universe.
As a Time-blogger, I would love to be as in love with Dr. Who as the rest of you. Alas, I am not. I find it difficult to even make it through the second season of the reboot (granted, this is my second third attempt).
I watch Dr. Who because I feel the necessity of commenting on all things Time-related, and increaasingly this has come to include Time-Travel. Of course, if I were Dr. Who, well, I'd have a much different story to tell; one that made distinctions between time-acceleration and time-reversal, that did not rely on cheap CGI and rashly applied cosmetics to get its point across.
The whole problem for me is that there is a grand possibility in this sort of show of making wonderful arguments regarding the fatuous realities of Time and Space, but instead, most of the time, we only get to the heights of the Doctor's platitudes about how the human race is special and how the Doctor himself is an indispensable guardian of human interests.
So much for the sagacious capacities of an intergalactic time traveller.
If I were Dr. Who, the human race would only appear on the rarest of occasions, like a Christmas special in which the Doctor mentioned jolly old St. Nick, because he found the gifting culture of a certain 20-limbed species so fickle by comparison, or perhaps mentioning the Buddha, because who the hell wants to galavant across the stars and time and space in a Police Box with Rose Tyler?! </perfunctory Rose rant>
But srsly, folks, Dr. Who is a Time Lord, a being who wields something in the neighborhood of cosmic power. The ability to affect the fate of humanity, and pretty much every other species, if only he were not so much more concerned with being adorable and chivalrous by his serial lady-friends.
I get it. The Who Show has a certain pattern, one that gives multiple British actors and actresses the opportunity to galavant through rapidly assembled stage-sets, an opportunity which can only lead up from there. But if I were Dr. Who, things would be different. Plots would of necessity bridge seasons, and it would perhaps take five for a single plot point to be made. And the Doctor would be spending a lot more time engaged in clandestine activities. And that point would be: Dr. Who is not who you think he is. He's a friggin' Time Lord, after all.
So obviously, me being a blogger on the concept of Time, I have to talk about Dr. Who, the Time Lord, the guy who jumps around time and space, 99% of the time with a semi- to totally- beautiful consort, taking on enemies to the human race, and showing his lovely consort the glories of the universe.
As a Time-blogger, I would love to be as in love with Dr. Who as the rest of you. Alas, I am not. I find it difficult to even make it through the second season of the reboot (granted, this is my second third attempt).
I watch Dr. Who because I feel the necessity of commenting on all things Time-related, and increaasingly this has come to include Time-Travel. Of course, if I were Dr. Who, well, I'd have a much different story to tell; one that made distinctions between time-acceleration and time-reversal, that did not rely on cheap CGI and rashly applied cosmetics to get its point across.
The whole problem for me is that there is a grand possibility in this sort of show of making wonderful arguments regarding the fatuous realities of Time and Space, but instead, most of the time, we only get to the heights of the Doctor's platitudes about how the human race is special and how the Doctor himself is an indispensable guardian of human interests.
So much for the sagacious capacities of an intergalactic time traveller.
If I were Dr. Who, the human race would only appear on the rarest of occasions, like a Christmas special in which the Doctor mentioned jolly old St. Nick, because he found the gifting culture of a certain 20-limbed species so fickle by comparison, or perhaps mentioning the Buddha, because who the hell wants to galavant across the stars and time and space in a Police Box with Rose Tyler?! </perfunctory Rose rant>
But srsly, folks, Dr. Who is a Time Lord, a being who wields something in the neighborhood of cosmic power. The ability to affect the fate of humanity, and pretty much every other species, if only he were not so much more concerned with being adorable and chivalrous by his serial lady-friends.
I get it. The Who Show has a certain pattern, one that gives multiple British actors and actresses the opportunity to galavant through rapidly assembled stage-sets, an opportunity which can only lead up from there. But if I were Dr. Who, things would be different. Plots would of necessity bridge seasons, and it would perhaps take five for a single plot point to be made. And the Doctor would be spending a lot more time engaged in clandestine activities. And that point would be: Dr. Who is not who you think he is. He's a friggin' Time Lord, after all.
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