Dr. Who vs. Gilligan

Summer time.


Watermelon. Peaches, Ice cream dripping on your hand.

Beach sand on your toes. The smell of sunscreen. Flip-flops.

And time, if you are a kid, to laze around watching the tellie.

Last summer my 13/14 year old (who has a summer birthday) got on a Gilligan’s Island kick. His dad brought home all 3 seasons and he laughed his head off at the antics of skinny Gilligan. I have to admit, we all had fun watching those again, after all those years. They defined my childhood time-wasting summers. Gilligan’s island, Bewitched, the Brady bunch.

Everything you needed to know about sex-appeal, you learn from Ginger and her shiny full lips, and swively hips.

Everything you need to know about finance, you learn from the Howells.

Everything you need to know about farming, you learn from Mary Ann.

Everything you need to know about science, you learn from the Professor.

Everything you need to know about how to blame everything on the little guy, you learn from the Skipper.

Want to learn to fly with feathers? Learn from Gilligan!

And that show is perfect for a 13-year-old.

But now its a new summer. Just as lazy, with some basketball thrown in for good measure. But now he is 14/15 and has moved on.

This year it is Dr. Who. (Who?) Thats right.

This blue box is named “Tardis” and you need the key to get in.

2 hours worth of hour long episodes first thing in the morning on BBC. Then the same 2 shown again later in the morning with one episode tossed in for good measure  in the afternoon. Occasionally 1 or 2 in the middle of the night, for no good reason that I can see.

The problem is, not only is junior hooked on Who, so is his mom. For 2 hours almost every morning, I am glued to the boob-tube. No apologies. Sometimes still in my jammies. I had heard of the show, remotely, in the back of my mind somewhere. But never paid a speck of attention to it.

Now I am screaming at scary, moving statues of angels (whatever you do, don’t blink!), laughing at the ludicrous alien things they come up with and loving the Doctor. He is smart, a bit goofy at times, has 2 hearts, a British accent I can barely keep hold of, travels in a space ship that looks like an old fashioned police telephone box from England on the outside and is a Time Lord. He travels through time and space, usually picking up a companion/side kick along the way. I love how optimistic he is. Here he is, a ‘superior being’ that has a cool sonic screwdriver that can do practically anything Harry’s wand can do, yet he is always protecting earth and admiring the human race. He is always encouraging them to keep on keeping on, don’t give up so easy and marveling at what great survivors we are. He is on our side. The earths guardian angel. And is incredibly smart. Good thing for us humans, since aliens are always trying to muck things up here.

The series started back in the 1960’s. Listen to this…

“The programme is listed in the Guinness World Records as the longest-running science fiction television show in the world and as the “most successful” science fiction series of all time—” or so says Wikipedia.

Dr. Who ran from ’63-’89. Then started anew in 2005.

The Doctor has had 11 actors. Every once in a while the Dr. will get ‘killed” and his body regenerates into a new person (new actor), same memories. And so another season takes off from there. It goes on forever. Yet it is fun, unique with a good script. We, at least, are having fun.

I wonder what next summer will bring us?


“Whatever you do, don’t blink!”

“Bow ties are cool”

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint – it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.”


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