As luck would have it, I had the day pretty much off today.
As luck would have some more it, Scifi was running a marathon of Doctor Who.
I may have seen everything I was watching today once already, but I get such a kick out of David Tennant's wild and crazy way of playing the Doctor that I have trouble taking my eyes off the screen.
For those not in the know, Doctor Who is THE premiere British scifi show. It's the longest-running scifi show on the entire planet (35 years), but the reason it's run so long and not gotten worn out is because of the plot line: The Doctor is the last member of an alien race known as the Time Lords, who were peaceful, really smart guys until these little bastard conical grater-looking robots with tinny voices called Daleks came along and wiped them out. Supposedly, he's the last of his kind.
Except for this guy. He's almost a thousand years old, and can continually regenerate himself if badly injured enough. This means that you could continually switch actors to play him, and indeed they have-there have been 10 incarnations thus far. He goes by the Doctor. That's just his name. Nobody has ever stated his real one.
This thing's been running so long that the actors playing the Doctor now were watching the first episodes as kids. It's such a cultural thing in England that it's as popular as tea and crumpets.
I watched too much of it today. My brain is hurting. Think I'm going to bed...
Cheers,
Bec
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