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elementalmuse posted a link to Wil Wheaton's Blog. And tonight, he will be a Dangerous Character on CSI. Whatever you think of Wesley Crusher, it is possible to outgrow the burden of being a Mary Sue, and I wish him luck.
Anyway, with one part of my flist squeeing over him, and another jumping in anticipatory joy over the return of Doctor Who, it got me thinking.
I like Star Trek, I do -- at least some of it. Some of it would not be torture if you tied me to a chair and made me watch. ;-)
I remember when The Original Series was being broadcast for the first time, pre-syndication. I was all of 2 years old, and it was appointment television for my parents. As this was the age of one-tv-per-household, and there were no remotes, I had to watch it with them. I called it "Scare Trek," and I became an expert, very quickly, of knowing, from the incidental music, when Something Scary Was About to Happen. To this day, I can still time it down to within one or two seconds, change the channel, and then change it back just after the Something Scary is Over (diving behind the sofa isn't exactly an option for me). I hated when the monsters showed up -- not so much because I was scared of the monsters, but because that would be when the crew would start firing their ray guns. I hated those ray guns.
As I grew older, in my teens and early twenties, I came to appreciate just how groundbreaking Star Trek was for the early sixties: A black woman as an officier on the bridge, along with a Russian and a Japanese man, a Prime Directive that wasn't about arms races, but exploration and cultural exchange, and all that good stuff... And all this before anyone had set a single foot on the moon.
And when The Next Generation came around, I would even make a point of watching it, now that I was a generaion or so older myself.
But Star Trek never made me squee like Doctor Who. I first stumbled across Doctor Who when it was being broadcast on then-independant commercial station WWOR, out of Secaucus, New Jersy, in the wee hours of Saturday morning, before even the little kids were awake to watch their cartoons. The picture was a bit wobbly, and filled with snow, and I was hooked. My overwhelming thought was WTF?!!. It was wierd, and campy, and shadowy and ominous (in a funny, campy way), and the fellow that seemed to be the main character was witty and didn't take himself seriously (not exactly sure which episode it was, but it may have been ep. one of "Robot")... And the cliff-hanger threw me for a loop -- they didn't do that any more on modern tv!
So, of course, I was hooked. I had to try a few times before I remembered which station and time it was on, but once I did, it became as close to appointment television as a show could when the stations that carry it keep changing, and you have to rely more on UHF channels, and not the main market ones. And the main character, the Doctor, never once used a ray gun. I won't narrow down all the reasons I liked the show to that one thing, but if there has to be one reason, that's pretty close.
And now, after nearly 20 years, the Doctor is back (squee)! Asjekesta once pointed out, I'm not a very fannish person, I don't write fanfic, and I have no interest in collecting collectibles or toys; I have very little desire to argue about favorite actors, or bone up on trivia about who did what in the making of which episode...
But:
When the Doctor Who theme plays, my throat tightens a little, my pulse quickens ever so slightly, I grin widely and helplessly, I put my hand on the change-channel button, just in case something scary shows up on the screen, and I get ready for a happy-time story.... even if the sets aren't wobbly anymore, and even though it will likely be some long time before I actually get to see it for myself.
Welcome back, Doctor!
(squee!)
elementalmuse posted a link to Wil Wheaton's Blog. And tonight, he will be a Dangerous Character on CSI. Whatever you think of Wesley Crusher, it is possible to outgrow the burden of being a Mary Sue, and I wish him luck.Anyway, with one part of my flist squeeing over him, and another jumping in anticipatory joy over the return of Doctor Who, it got me thinking.
I like Star Trek, I do -- at least some of it. Some of it would not be torture if you tied me to a chair and made me watch. ;-)
I remember when The Original Series was being broadcast for the first time, pre-syndication. I was all of 2 years old, and it was appointment television for my parents. As this was the age of one-tv-per-household, and there were no remotes, I had to watch it with them. I called it "Scare Trek," and I became an expert, very quickly, of knowing, from the incidental music, when Something Scary Was About to Happen. To this day, I can still time it down to within one or two seconds, change the channel, and then change it back just after the Something Scary is Over (diving behind the sofa isn't exactly an option for me). I hated when the monsters showed up -- not so much because I was scared of the monsters, but because that would be when the crew would start firing their ray guns. I hated those ray guns.
As I grew older, in my teens and early twenties, I came to appreciate just how groundbreaking Star Trek was for the early sixties: A black woman as an officier on the bridge, along with a Russian and a Japanese man, a Prime Directive that wasn't about arms races, but exploration and cultural exchange, and all that good stuff... And all this before anyone had set a single foot on the moon.
And when The Next Generation came around, I would even make a point of watching it, now that I was a generaion or so older myself.
But Star Trek never made me squee like Doctor Who. I first stumbled across Doctor Who when it was being broadcast on then-independant commercial station WWOR, out of Secaucus, New Jersy, in the wee hours of Saturday morning, before even the little kids were awake to watch their cartoons. The picture was a bit wobbly, and filled with snow, and I was hooked. My overwhelming thought was WTF?!!. It was wierd, and campy, and shadowy and ominous (in a funny, campy way), and the fellow that seemed to be the main character was witty and didn't take himself seriously (not exactly sure which episode it was, but it may have been ep. one of "Robot")... And the cliff-hanger threw me for a loop -- they didn't do that any more on modern tv!
So, of course, I was hooked. I had to try a few times before I remembered which station and time it was on, but once I did, it became as close to appointment television as a show could when the stations that carry it keep changing, and you have to rely more on UHF channels, and not the main market ones. And the main character, the Doctor, never once used a ray gun. I won't narrow down all the reasons I liked the show to that one thing, but if there has to be one reason, that's pretty close.
And now, after nearly 20 years, the Doctor is back (squee)! As
jekesta once pointed out, I'm not a very fannish person, I don't write fanfic, and I have no interest in collecting collectibles or toys; I have very little desire to argue about favorite actors, or bone up on trivia about who did what in the making of which episode...But:
When the Doctor Who theme plays, my throat tightens a little, my pulse quickens ever so slightly, I grin widely and helplessly, I put my hand on the change-channel button, just in case something scary shows up on the screen, and I get ready for a happy-time story.... even if the sets aren't wobbly anymore, and even though it will likely be some long time before I actually get to see it for myself.
Welcome back, Doctor!
(squee!)
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