As we've discussed on several occasions over the past two months, there's really very little new stuff on TV right now. It's led me to having a hole in my schedule, and I've filled it in the most wonderful way (come on, you knew that I wasn't going to let the empty space lie there unfilled, didn't you?).
I've been spending a lot more time in the TARDIS. I'm sure that in a few years some scientist will state that such an action increases my risk of knee cancer, but for right now I'm pretty sure that the TARDIS is considered a relatively safe place.
Well… maybe not, judging by the fate of its myriad of past occupants. Oh, sure, many of the companions have lived, but none are unchanged by their experiences. The TARDIS (time and relative dimension in space) really can't be blamed for the problems that its occupants find (usually anyway), but the man who controls the TARDIS possibly can be.
The most recent season of Doctor Who ended this past Friday with a whiz-bang 90 minute finale. The Daleks were smote once more, and a great deal of old Who-lore was brought up. And, as the show has been running (with a small break) for decades on end, there is a ton of Who-lore out there (there's probably even a term for Who-lore, but I like Who-lore and am going to stick with it until it catches on).
Thank goodness for me that I recently renewed my subscription to Netflix. A lot of the old episodes are now on DVD, and while one can enjoy the new Who without seeing the old episodes, there's a lot more depth to what's going on today than there appears to be.