30 Days and 30 Blogs
So I’ve been plugging along at Doctor Who episodes when I can. (I don’t know where all my free time went..I think my kid is hiding it somewhere). So far, it’s been pretty enjoyable. Nothing on the level of Star Trek, but enjoyable. Then a few minutes ago I finished watching the episode entitled “Father’s Day.”
Don’t let the Syfy Channel-looking special effects fool you…
F*** you! Yes f*** all you Doctor Who fans for not warning me this was coming. You all knew this episode was hanging there waiting for me when you said, “Start with the 9th Doctor.” Daleck my balls*! So far this show has been light fluffy stuff like living plastic mannequins and farting aliens wearing human disguises. All the while the Doctor mugs and jokes his way through one wacky disaster after another. That’s fun enough. Who wouldn’t enjoy some wacky time traveling antics?
Then I ran headlong into episode 8 of season 1…”Father’s Day.” Rose, the Doctor’s human companion, goes back in time to the day her father died. Yeah…yeah F*** YOU!
To be clear, I’m not saying it was a bad episode. It was a great hour of television. But it ripped my heart out of my chest! This was one of the most emotional things I’ve watched in a while. Maybe it’s because I’m a father now myself. Maybe it’s because my own father passed away years ago. Maybe because the story reminded me of Andy’s friend. There is a lot of reasons that this hit my feels spot as hard as it did. But still this is the first time I get why people say that Doctor Who is as good as Star Trek.
But no more f***ing around, is there more of this heart ripping bulls*** in my future or can we go back to saving the world from laser shooting diaper pails please?
*”Dalek my balls” is NOT my joke. I heard it in one of my favorite Epic Rap Battles of History: Doc Brown vs. Doctor Who.