Timey-Wimey

 A thousand apologies to the readers, stumblers, friends and bloggers. Almost a month to the day since I last wrote. Shameful. I started the odd post here and there but they never felt good enough. Funny enough. Poetic enough. I even sat down to write a short rhyme, yet the only topics that come to mind were things I've written about before and that just didn't seem fair to people who read my nonsense. So instead I'm going to write about a discovery I made that brings me into the modern world a bit more; Doctor Who.

 Time was (ha, time, Doctor Who, geddit?) I loathed the show. Truly hated it. The silly special effects, the stupid storylines, the cheesey acting. Some years after it aired I tried to watch the first episode when it restarted with Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper. It was a struggle to say the least. The mannequins coming to life and the overacting just rubbed me the wrong way. How could anyone like this? I thought to myself. The sonic screwdriver that appears to do anything and the mysterious Doctor who seemed to know what to do at all times and how to do anything came across as cheap ways for the writers to make ever more fanciful adventures. Not to mention the seemingly omnipotent TaRDiS. Bomb about to go off? Sonic screwdriver. Door locked? Sonic screwdriver. Alien language? Instant translation. Things that would be cause for other shows to be critically panned as lazy writing, were somehow lauded in this show. I gave up, content that I had tried to watch the show rather than not giving it a chance. Fair is fair.
 I begun to watch Torchwood, the spin-off series, some time later. I watched it all, slowly becoming lost in the mythology of this world. Having been so entertained I resigned myself to allowing the good Doctor one more chance to amuse me.
 It was slow going, but the show didn't grate at me as it once did. Sure, I found faults with the effects, costumes and Billie Piper's character of Rose Tyler (who just seemed to have some stupid lines and thought processes). Until suddenly out of no where I began to enjoy these adventures and the people within them. The relationships that grew within single episodes were believable, as were the gradual changes in personality that the characters underwent. What I once perceived as childish and lazy became dramtic and well thought out. The ongoing story arcs slowly led on with tiny hints have brought me to believe that the writers themselves must be Time Lords, for keeping track of the twists, turns and breadcrumbs of seasons both past, present and future is a feat no mere human could undertake.
A month or so on I had become absolutely enthralled with the show, devouring episodes as fast as I could. As of this writing I am part way through seaosn 5 and my only problem now is in trying to decide which of the three Doctors I prefer; Eccleston, Tennant or Smith (I'm thinking Tennant, who just radiated such charisma and emotion in the character). Even people such as Catherine Tate who annoyed me outside of the show and in her first appearance in it, grew on me until I couldn't even remember why they bugged me in the first place. The latest Doctor and his companion have yet to wow me in any way, though I am sure that will happen eventually. Yes it has taken over half a decade for a geek to become a fan of one of the most famaous shows in science-fiction, but I can't deny it any longer; the Whoniverse has a hold on me and I am loving every minute of it.