Two years ago, I didn’t much care what, or who, Doctor Who was. Some guy who travels in time in a blue box and wore a scarf. Aside from hearing the theme a couple times and being told it was getting rebooted, that was about the extent of my knowledge.
Well, five years ago, until I’d moved in with Rob. Then I saw a video he watched of all the regenerations up to David Tennant. And he stopped on Sci-Fi(before the name change) while flipping through channels, and I saw a preview for the episode set in London with zeppelins, and part of the episode with the tentacle-mouthed aliens.
Then we got Netflix. Rob started watching the new episodes because he hadn’t watched the show in years. I half watched over his shoulder when he watched the episode where Christopher Eccleston left and David Tennant started. Then I watched an episode over his shoulder. Then another. And another. We put Netflix on the PlayStation 3 and watched there. I put it on the Wii to watch the episodes I’d missed.
Now? Just over a year later, I’ve become a pretty big fan. I’ve got I don’t know how many DW t-shirts. All the scores from new Who on my iPod, and those seasons in my iTunes library. And I really wanna build a T.A.R.D.I.S. Cause that’d just be awesome. I haven’t watched much classic Who, but I’m sure at some point we’ll get around to it.
Do I think I’m one of the biggest fans? Far from it. Rob knows quite a bit more than me. He grew up watching the show.
Hey, maybe I should see if that’s what he’ll learn to play on the guitar for me….