A Random Doctor Who Memory

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Ok, I know I haven’t written anything in a while, but what can I say?  I’ve been busy with real life.  And while I’ve been watching rather a lot of Who lately, I haven’t had a chance to sit down and knit as well, so here’s a random Doctor Who-related entry.  (Sorry knitters.  Maybe the next fill-in will be all about knitting.  Ok, not likely.)

I’ve been watching Doctor Who for as long as I can remember. The closest they can figure, my parents discovered the show in 1982.  I was 4 or 5 at the time so for me, it seems like it always been around.  I thought of Tom Baker’s Doctor as a kindly uncle who came to visit once a week.  It was such an integral part of our family life that it’s actually difficult to explain.  Other kids had dads who went on business trips.  I had a mom who went to Doctor Who conventions.  (I’m happy to say I’m finally following in her footsteps.  Chicago TARDIS this year will be my first Doctor Who con.  Seems kinda fitting, as Mom was attending its predecessor back in the day.)

I remember at one point Doctor Who was on Saturday nights—but late enough that it was past my bedtime.  I was so upset!  I wanted to be a grown up so badly because then I could stay up and watch Doctor Who.  Finally, one week my dad said I could watch it with them, but my younger sibs were too little to stay up that late.  If I wanted to watch it, I had to go to bed at my normal time, and then Daddy would come and wake me when it was time for the show.  I. was. THRILLED.

When the night came, I was so excited I simply couldn’t sleep!  (Or so I thought.)  Dad claimed that when he came to get me he’d had to wake me up.  To this day, I still don’t remember being asleep at all.  I must have been so excited for Doctor Who that my transition from waking to sleep back to waking went entirely unnoticed.  Anyway, I got to go downstairs and be thrilled by Warriors of the Deep.  The Myrka is still one of my most vivid Doctor Who memories.  (Yes, really.  I found it deliciously terrifying.)  I’m pretty sure there was a chocolate milkshake involved in that evening as well.  So all in all, it’s a pretty awesome memory.

Had I the energy, I might jump forward to the present to tell you about how I’ve been re-watching series 5.  And how I’ve been enjoying Matt Smith’s first season even more the second time around.  And how I can’t wait to get through series 5 so I can turn around and watch it again with Radio Free Skaro commentaries.  And how I’ve also been catching up on the Doctor Who: Mostly Harmless Commentaries (which I LOVE).  And how I’m making a spreadsheet to track all the commentaries so I don’t accidentally miss any.  And how I really think you should all check out some of my favorite Doctor Who podcasts.  But I’m tired.  So that’ll have to wait.

I know.  I’m such a tease.

 

*Does anyone else think the Myrka looks a little bit like Aylee from Sluggy Freelance?

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