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doctor who?

04/03/02 @ 12:22 p.m.

Normally, whenever something pisses me off I come here to share the misery, but having spent most of the last few days in bed trying to shake off this bug, I’ve not come in contact with much to annoy me. All I’ve been doing is watching Doctor Who, which leaves me with only one thing to complain about: Sylvester McCoy’s casting as the Doctor. I know this won’t mean anything to anyone (except maybe Jo) but, dammit, this is my diary.
Doctor Who was a low-budget British sci-fi series that ran for 26 years, from 1963 to 1989. The lead character was a Time Lord called The Doctor, who travelled through time and space in the TARDIS, a ship that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside and looks like a phone box because of a fault with its chameleonic circuitry. Like all Time Lords, he had thirteen lives, and after each of his deaths he regenerated to take on a different appearance and personality. The first four actors to play the Doctor were all great, the fifth was a little bland, the sixth was generally thought to be annoying, but it’s the seventh that I have a real problem with!
He’s a pint-sized prick who thinks doffing his hat every ten minutes is enough to pass for “mystery”. He falls on his ass all the time, he can’t act, he’s got no air of mystery, and he’s teamed with two of the most irritating assistants in the series’ history. Every one of his stories is absolute crap, and he makes me embarrassed to be a fan of the show. And although it’s not all his fault, everything from his era is shite. The great theme music’s given a crappy arrangement, the opening titles look shit, the TARDIS looks too new, the seasons were too short, the stories were too childish, the low budget looks more embarrassing than ever, and... he’s a twat.
So my new ambition is to get rich, buy the rights to the show, re-release every story on vid and DVD, make new episodes that aren’t shit, and be a hero to the world of geeks. Like all my other plans and ambitions, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before it comes to fruition...

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doctor who?
04/03/02 @ 12:22 p.m.
Normally, whenever something pisses me off I come here to share the misery, but having spent most of the last few days in bed trying to shake off this bug, I’ve not come in contact with much to annoy me. All I’ve been doing is watching Doctor Who, which leaves me with only one thing to complain about: Sylvester McCoy’s casting as the Doctor. I know this won’t mean anything to anyone (except maybe Jo) but, dammit, this is my diary. Doctor Who was a low-budget British sci-fi series that ran for 26 years, from 1963 to 1989. The lead character was a Time Lord called The Doctor, who travelled through time and space in the TARDIS, a ship that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside and looks like a phone box because of a fault with its chameleonic circuitry. Like all Time Lords, he had thirteen lives, and after each of his deaths he regenerated to take on a different appearance and personality. The first four actors to play the Doctor were all great, the fifth was a little bland, the sixth was generally thought to be annoying, but it’s the seventh that I have a real problem with! He’s a pint-sized prick who thinks doffing his hat every ten minutes is enough to pass for “mystery”. He falls on his ass all the time, he can’t act, he’s got no air of mystery, and he’s teamed with two of the most irritating assistants in the series’ history. Every one of his stories is absolute crap, and he makes me embarrassed to be a fan of the show. And although it’s not all his fault, everything from his era is shite. The great theme music’s given a crappy arrangement, the opening titles look shit, the TARDIS looks too new, the seasons were too short, the stories were too childish, the low budget looks more embarrassing than ever, and... he’s a twat. So my new ambition is to get rich, buy the rights to the show, re-release every story on vid and DVD, make new episodes that aren’t shit, and be a hero to the world of geeks. Like all my other plans and ambitions, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before it comes to fruition...
	b o o k m a r k s-----r u d i e s-----u p d a t e s-----m y--i l l n e s s -----m o v i e--r e v i e w s







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