Sunday, February 22, 2009

Dr. Who?

When I was a child, I thought as a child, I spake as a child, I watched 1980's Dr. Who. Well, I don't know how much of it I actually watched, but I was transfixed by the man with the miles-long scarf, who incidentally bore a large resemblance to my childhood pastor.

I haven't watched the twenty years of Dr. Who bridging my Kool-Aid moustachioed self of then with the slightly more sophisticated Izze Pomegranate juice moustachioed self of now.

Until today, when my brother and I, laden with the burden of Atlas, or possibly just wicked seasonal bugs, sniffed, drank tea, fretted and moaned with aches and sore throats, and watched a good ol' fashioned Dr. Who.

What did I think?

First, the scarf still rocks.

Second, there was nothing special about those effects. The monster alien resembled lime Jell-o left out in the July sun, and while I know it was the 70's, come on, people, Star Wars was about to hit the scene.

Third, the dialogue was hilariously witty. Almost enough so to make me stomach future fever-hazed afternoons enduring terrible so-called special effects.

Since I won't bore you (chorus: "too late!") with complaints about sore throats and losing one's voice, let me leave you with this Dr. Who quote:

"Say, are you in charge here?"


"No - but I'm full of ideas!"