I'm in love and I don't care Who knows it.

Back the in pre-VCR days of Joshua Tree Elementary, whenever the administration wanted to "reward" us for good behavior they'd set up the film projector in the multi purpose room and show us an episode of Star Trek called "The Trouble with Tribbles". If you don't know the premise behind this episode it's about these little fluffy creatures who multiply too quickly soon taking over the Enterprise. It's a commentary on count yourself lucky.


The first time I watched it I thought, "At least we got out of math for this." the 10th or so time I thought, "This is really stupid." and by the 100th or so time I wanted to rip my eyes out and scream, "WHY? WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME WITH THIS?!?" To sum up, I hate Star Trek. In ALL it's incarnations.

In fact, I have pretty much hated the entire genre of science fiction with the exception of Star Wars, which let's face it, is required watching for anyone of my generation.

Then came Buffy.


First of all, It's not really science fiction, it's fantasy (don't EVEN get me started on fantasy). Secondly, was easily the smartest thing on TV. Because of my own prejudices, I never watched it while it was actually on. In fact, I mocked my sister for years for watching a "teeny bopper vampire show". Then she made me borrow seasons one and two. I found that it wasn't a silly vampire show at all; it was funny, clever, and deep. It made me think and laugh and nearly every episode made a commentary about our own society without being preachy or heavy handed. Oh how I loved it (still do).

And there's Spike


The sexiest comic relief of all time.

I spent an entire summer watching episode after episode, and now I own all seven seasons. Still, I thought that Buffy was just a blip on my otherwise Sci-Fi/Fantasy free life.

Then came him:


I called him The Doctor. So did every Science Fiction geek in Great Britian. "Doctor who?" You might ask. Yes. Doctor Who.

My brother came over to my apartment this week and stared in horror at the series three dvds I'd checked out from the library. Then he looked at me and said, "You're NOT watching Doctor Who are you?" Why this reaction? Because Doctor Who is the show for the geekiest Sci-Fi geeks in the English speaking world. And here I was, on series THREE!

I can understand his reaction. You see,the first Doctor Who that was on tv in Britain from 1963-1989 was famously low budget and campy.

Now

it's big budget and campy. I love it. What can I say? It's British.

What originally won me over was Christopher Eccelson, AKA Doctor #9. He is both dark and silly, brooding and childlike. He wears a black leather jacket and makes me swoon a little.

Then he died saving the life of Rose (a fabulous, kick butt, smart woman who only needed to be saved 'cause she was trying to save the world herself, thankyouverymuch.), but regenerated into:



This foxy gentleman.

At first I was disappointed. But I've grown to love David Tennant as Doctor #10 in his natty three piece suit and sneakers. I love his snappy comebacks and wicked, foxy little smile.

I love Doctor Who. I've become one of THOSE geeks.