As of late, my disappearing act has largely been a result of the longest running series on television and the largest Sci-Fi franchise in the United Kingdom. Some of my fellow Sci-Fi geeks may have already guessed it. If you don’t know, then you may just be living under a rock. I have been obsessed with Doctor Who.
At first, it started out pretty innocuously. I am an avid Sci-Fi fan, raised in a family of Trekkies and long-time Doctor Who fans. I recall my parents watching Doctor Who weekly in the evenings. It would bore me to death and I’d end up going to bed early. I detested it’s airing. And now, I’m hooked.
Why the sudden change of heart?
Imagine watching this brilliant, lovely, quirky man traveling through time and space with his various companions. It’s quite a spectacle to behold. Alternate universes, twisting story lines, all contingent upon past and present events. Even events that occur in the future that are yet to happen come into play. When you are with The Doctor, anything is possible. That’s the beauty of Doctor Who.
Today, I found myself searching for a sonic screwdriver replica for C.S. He, too, is absolutely obsessed with the show. In fact, he was so enthralled by it that he went out and bought a Doctor Who-esque coat. I wanted to try to get him one for Christmas, but there’s no way that’s going to happen. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?
In the meantime, I sidetracked with the plethora of Doctor Who backstory that exists from the previous series. I came upon a timeline of the history of the various incarnations of The Doctors, when they appeared in the series, and who their companions were at the time.
In fact, there was a clever graphic I found:
And then I saw it. The 4th Doctor, Tom Baker. I remembered Tom Baker very vividly from my childhood. He was the only Doctor that ever existed to me. He had this curly, puffy hair, smashed down by a fedora he wore. And there was the long, autumn colored scarf. It was tangled all over the place and hung to the ground. He was quite a character.
I was prattling on and on about my recent Doctor Who findings to C.S. in the van-buggy when POOF! – the realization hit me. Certain things about this man had been subconsciously affecting me for years. The scarves. I’ve always been obsessed with the multicolored scarves. And the coats. There is nothing more sexy on a man than a trench coat. There was always this idea in my head that quirkiness and eccentricity were preferred traits. It conveyed a certain cleverness, imagination, and intelligence.
The 4th Doctor has been there all along! The only thing that brought it to the surface was my admiration and fascination with the 10th Doctor. Fantastic!
But, I can’t help but wonder – what else has Doctor Who left subconsciously dormant in my mind?