An Unearthly Child and WTF Doctor?!

Alright, team. It’s been a while since my first post, and the main reason for that is my ginger rage. Apparently it’s always smart to save the blogs you post before your computer runs out of battery and erases your life’s work*, so I’ve been stubbornly putting off this rewrite.

(*contains slight exaggeration)

My procrastination has not entirely been in vain, however.  I have finally learned how to use the internet and was able to find quite a few of the episodes of Doctor Who unavailable on Netflix.  In this bundle was the very first episode, the unaired pilot called An Unearthly Child. So our journey shall really start at the very beginning… (Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it…) …A very good place to start (dammit).

An Unearthly Child

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We open to a title sequence that looks like some sort of sand-in-a-lava-lamp-but-timey-wimey deal, with our favorite theme song playing in the background. We see a junkyard and a mysterious Police Box (I assume it’s blue…but hey, it’s still black and white at this point). We’re then left to wonder what that all meant as we completely change tactics and are now inside a school.

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We meet two teachers by the names of Barbara and Ian, who for the sake of simplicity, I prefer to call Barbara and Brad.  He looks like a Brad, and alliteration is just better.


Definitely a Brad.

So, Barbara and Brad are concerned about one of their pupils– a girl of fifteen named Susan Foreman.  Susan is, as they put it, a complete and utter mystery.

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The mystery is how anyone could take her for being 15.

She shows a genius IQ, has knowledge of science and history beyond her years, and yet completely fails in the most mundane of areas, such as knowing how many shillings there are in a pound.

It’s 20. 20 shillings in a pound. Now forget that information because it’s useless as Britain has moved on to decimalization.

She also seems to be profoundly fascinated by modern music, and listens to it with a scholar’s ear as opposed to that of a passive fan.  Furthermore, the address listed as her residence, as Barbara has discovered, leads only to a– wait for it– junkyard! No one could possibly live in a junkyard, could they?

So, they do what any reasonable educator would do in this situation– they decide to stalk her a little bit.  They follow her “home” to the junkyard, see her go into the gates, but not come back out.  They go in after her, but cannot seem to find her.  All they can find is, well, junk.  They also notice a Police Box (which I still assume is blue) and are perplexed as to why it would be in a junkyard. Then an old man approaches, looking like a regular old grumpy cat and coughing in a complete non-committal fashion, and they see him unlock the Police Box with a key.  SPOILER ALERT: This man is The Doctor (as played by William Hartnell).

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From inside the box they can hear that same modern music that Susan loves, and hear what they think is her voice. Brad is brave enough to approach the old man.  He asks about the Police Box and says they are looking for their student, Susan Foreman.

Now, rather than employing pretty much any other tactic in the world to convince them that 1. Susan isn’t there and that 2. this Police Box shouldn’t be of any interest to them, the Doctor goes immediately to hostile denial and belligerence. They assess his attitude and the entire scenario, and conclude that this old pervert has totally kidnapped Susan and trapped her inside the Police Box.  Honestly, it’s a pretty fair assumption.


Oh look, a whole new dick in a box.

Susan hears what is going on outside, and opens the door to check it out.  Turns out that the old man/Doctor is her grandfather, because as she opens the door, she says “Grandfather?”  I’m great at this.

Ian/Brad and Barbara rush inside, and discover that– GASP— it’s bigger on the inside.

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And so it begins.

Susan is really quite miffed at the pair of them for following her and being so nosy, because it is apparently yet inexplicably dangerous for anyone to know about this Police Box or about them at all.  The Doctor, as it turns out, is a total prick and actually calls Susan a “stupid child” and blames her for those teachers coming here, because now their secret is discovered. And naturally, since all of this information is top secret and perilous to human ears, they immediately thereafter pronounce that they are not of this time or of this world.  Susan was born in the 49th century, and the two of them were exiled from their planet and time for reasons hitherto unknown.

Another fun fact, one of the blurts of information we gather is that Susan made up the name TARDIS, which as we all know stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space.  She then says that her grandfather will never let them go, and things get a little bit too much like a SAW movie for my taste.

The Doctor gets on a professional creep face and laughs maniacally, as the teachers run around trying to escape.  As if they weren’t already having a bad day, he kidnaps them. Because that is what you do.

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“I’m going to watch you while you sleep, oh, god yes.”

The episode ends with a noise sequence that, as far as I can tell, was intended to do little other than cause you anxiety.  They are whisked away elsewhere, whether to another time or place is yet to be seen.  This is the final image before credits role:

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I love this production quality.

Now, here are some observations I would like to make.  As far as we know, the idea of making The Doctor a part of the species known as Time Lord, along with the concept of regeneration, was not yet developed.  The series started as a children’s educational show, which I find just a little bit creepy considering how fond this first Doctor is of kidnapping.  And this is my main point: The Doctor is a total jerk.  He is so far from the superhero we now admire him as, and the Time War has not even happened yet.  He has yet to make the biggest sacrifice of his life, and yet he seems to be on the same level of brutality that the 9th, 10th, and 11th Doctors get to when they are at their worst–but this is just his default setting.

So here is a theory on the personality of the Doctor which I have gathered from just this very first episode: It is in the nature of The Doctor to be a bit of a brute, and he is constantly fighting that innate state of being.  He chose the name The Doctor, because he flies around in his blue box (or black-and-white box) helping people, trying to make things better. But this is not who he is when he is left on his own.  His companions make him better, and he has to work to rid himself of that war-like personality.

Granted, I might be considerably more angry than usual had I recently been exiled from my own time and planet with no one but my over-dramatic know-it-all granddaughter for company.

We will see.


And The Doctor said, Let There Be Fans.

Welcome, one and all, to the documentation of my journey through Doctor Who.  I don’t want to waste time with preamble, so I’ll jump right in with the exposition.

By the standards of Doctor Who fans, or Whovians as we are fondly (I hope) known, I am a newbie. A Newvian, one might say.  I spent years hearing about this Doctor Who nonsense and people telling me how much I would love it if I just gave it a chance, but I’m irritatingly stubborn and don’t like being told what I will like. Therefore, I ignored it. Naturally.

See, I am what many will call a nerd. Or a geek. Or a dork. Or a ginger. At least one of these accusations must be true, so let me present the evidence before you.

Exhibit A: This is the photo of me that appeared in my high school yearbook my senior year.


Exhibit B: This is what I wore at my high school graduation ceremony.


Exhibit C: This is what happened when I suddenly had attention from the opposite sex.


Exhibit D: This really is my hair.


You decide which of these accusations are true.

My love, nay– my obsession— for Harry Potter is considered unhealthy. Ask anyone. (Please don’t ask anyone). When I become a fan, I get hardcore.  Let’s list the somewhat “nerdy” things that I am a fan of:

Harry Potter, Merlin, Supernatural, Firefly (and Serenity), Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek (the new movies, sorry guys.), Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Game of Thrones (Yes, I know A Song of Ice & Fire is a wonderful series), The Hunger Games, Star Wars, Torchwood, Shakespeare (He gets his own category, deal.), Jane Austen (so does she), Once Upon a Time, Sherlock, Les Miserables, The Tudors, The Avengers (all-inclusive), Percy Jackson, and of course…Doctor Who.


There will be NO discussion of Twilight in this blog.  If you think I enjoy Twilight, you’re wrong. I will continue to go about my life pretending with painstaking effort that Twilight does not exist. Because…feminism. And literary merit. Yeah.


I think I made my point.

Anyway, it shouldn’t have taken as much effort as it did to get me to finally cave in and watch Doctor Who, but I had been led astray by fandoms before (please reference ‘Twilight’) so I was dragging my feet. Therefore, it was autumn of 2011 when I finally sat down with a few Whovian friends and watched my first episode, (‘Rose’, the first episode of the renewal in 2005), of Doctor Who.

And there was no going back.

I flew through the ninth Doctor, Christopher Eccleston like wildfire and onto the tenth Doctor, David Tennant in a fury.


Wishful thinking.

I could not be stopped.  I fell in love with David Tennant, straight-up ugly cried when Rose was abandoned in the parallel world, cursed that she actually came back because the other way was so much poetic (but dammit, that is so cute). I defended Donna and perfected a Catherine Tate impression…


…and when David Tennant left, I mourned his departure, swore off all possibility of ever loving another Doctor, and reluctantly started the episode The Eleventh Hour with our new Doctor Matt Smith.

And I promptly fell in love.  How fickle, my heart.

Pretty soon my other housemates were hooked and we spent our days viewing episode after episode as day turned into night and back into day. You know, typical college life. Before I knew it, Netflix no longer had updated episodes and I had to, Time Lords forbid, wait for the seventh season to air.  Wait I did, and I am now completely up to date with my beloved Doctor Who, while most eagerly awaiting the 50th Anniversary Special (SQUEEE!).

In the autumn of 2012, I was lucky enough to study abroad at the University of Winchester in England, where all my hopes and dreams were indeed realized. I am trying my darnedest to get back to Great Britain, because when you find your bliss you stay there.  The point of this little anecdote is that, whilst I was abroad, I made a point to travel to Cardiff, Wales.

Cardiff, Wales is an important location for Whovians because it is the home to a major rift in time and space and to the headquarters for Torchwood.


My photographing skills are astounding, truly.

Furthermore, Cardiff Bay has somewhat recently acquired The Doctor Who Experience, which is too fantastic to explain in words, but it is the reason I have photos such at this:


Believe it or not, that is a face of joy.

And photos like this:


This is a face of…what were we talking about?

And this:


They say that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.

And most definitely this:


Let me tell you how I really feel, Abzorbaloff.

In addition to my adventures at the Doctor Who Experience (which you should absolutely check out if you’re in the United Kingdom), I have a veritable collection of Doctor Who merchandise. Sonic screwdriver, the Master’s ring, a TARDIS mug, a key to the TARDIS, The Journal of Impossible Things, TARDIS coasters, and an Angel t-shirt are all included in the works.

Moral of the story: I am now, without a doubt, a Whovian– dare I say a hardcore Whovian. But being a Whovian isn’t enough. I want to be a Truvian.
A Truvian is a fan of Doctor Who that goes back– all the way back– to the original classic series starting in 1963.  Up until now, this territory has been uncharted by myself or any of my friends.  A few have tried, but gave up immediately.  With the help of my housemate (Alex) and the support of many others, I am daring to make the journey.

The Journey Through Classic Who.

I will be documenting my thoughts, ideas, and summarizing the events of the Classic Doctor Who episodes that are available on Netflix.  I hope you can brave this journey with me.