This new Doctor Who is guilty of one of the worst things about contemporary TV; it talks down to it’s audience. Whereas really old Who episodes had an educational feel about them, any educational content in new Who is about as didactic as you can get. This isn’t to say that I like old Who a huge amount either; it’s super-clunky and very often boring. What I like about Doctor Who are the things that stray off the accepted TV path.

In the 1960′s, in the first burst of Doctor Who’s existence, the program was very popular. This led to two Doctor Who movies staring Peter Cushing, because there was a common movement of British TV shows being turned into films around that time. The films don’t really follow the accepted story, but all the right elements are there, and I find them amazingly fun to watch.

After the cancellation of the show in the late eighties, the novelisations continued. As there were no new adventures of Doctor Who, writers were allowed to make up their own adventures for the character, which eventually gave birth to one of my favourite ideas in SF: Faction Paradox, an evil time-travelling organisation, who lived in a dimension split off from ours in the spare days caused by the shift to the Gregorian Calendar… complicated? You bet. This is one of those times that even reading the wiki page won’t give you a full rundown.

But that’s what this new Who won’t have: the guts to make things complicated. It doesn’t have the background of Star Trek, or the building of mythology that we saw within Buffy… instead, every episode has a few cursory nods to the in-show history before producing this weeks nifty explosion.

Anybody who knows me, knows that I really like the Buck Rodgers TV show from the 1980′s. Idly browsing Youtube over the Christmas period, I’ve found this outake from the original pilot, where Buck and Wilma kiss.

Awwww.

I don’t think they ever got round to kissing at any other point in the show. Maybe they cut it in order to avoid sappy love stories, or possibly because the writers couldn’t think of any way to generate plots other than “Buck meets girl, girl in trouble”.

… there’s something wrong with the database. When asked to sort on the excellence indicator, the database somehow does not come up with H’s. It must be written in Microsoft Access.

That’s right; my mum makes database jokes. That makes her 100% cooler than your mum. However, she’s not as cool as Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert, who taught himself to speak after a terrible illness. And he wrote this, after some poor schmuck got fired for posting up a Dilbert strip at his work. Which is a great way to reward his faithful readers, even if the guy in question might have preferred some cash.

Thank god the internet isn’t just a balls-to-the-wall whose-the-coolest competition. I’d lose. In these days of constant distraction it seems the internet is usually best at meme creation, which leads me Colin’s Bear:

Colin’s Bear is something that is so far from the norm that you have to laugh. And then click the button for ‘replay’. But wtf is going on? Waxy.org’s founder went and found out for us, so we didn’t have to. Phew. Other places to find internet memes are sites like ytmnd.com, which I’ve stopped looking at, Digg.com which I only look at when I’m trying to avoid doing work, and the amazing icanhascheezburger.com.

Strictly speaking, icanhascheezburger only documents the lolcat phenomenon of late 2007/early 2008. Lolcats are something you should get if I regard you as a friend, but I do know at least two extremely intelligent people who are not moved by them. I don’t hold it against them, it’s probably something like colourblindness. But with cats. Let’s test you, huh?

Did you laugh? If you find the use of incorrect spelling funny when juxtaposed with the unusual picture of a cat, then you might be interested in this picture, which is a more typical picture of a ‘lolcat’ -

The use of language to present itself as something a bit stupid, but actually using sophisticated humour, can be extended indefinitely. There exist a large number of lolcat spin-off’s, including lolpresident, the deeply nerdy lolthulhu, and loltrek. Loltrek is great, and it really tickles my funnybone to see original series Star Trek anyway, so this is a highlight of internet humour for me. Loltrek also links to Anil Dash’s scholarly interpretation of the lolcat meme, which brings us back to where we came in – academia.

So let’s talk Trek instead. Some people like to accuse me of being a ‘trekkie’, which is to say, a huge fan of Star Trek. Actually, I’m a huge sci-fi fan, and I don’t like reading books unless it has a spaceship on the front. Or nanotechnology. Or giant robots. Hell, I’d read a book which just had those things on the front, even if it was a romance. But I do know the plotlines to most of the Star Trek episodes from the 1990′s, as they were some of the only science fiction that was on during the daytime. And I do love science fiction.

I don’t, however, love Star Trek’s stupid ideas of peace and love in the future. I recently read that The Next Generation was pretty much California in space, as everybody got on really well and was totally fine with talking out any problems. Obviously a big fat load of hairy space bollocks dreamed up by Americans befuddled by enormous sections of food. Which is why I was so happy to find that somebody had dubbed over sections of Star Trek California really, really carefully with the effect of turning the crew into potty-mouthed, food-obsessed sex-fiends.

At the moment, I don’t have any TV. The flatmate who had the television addiction (Eastenders, Hollyoaks, and other mindless rot) moved out, taking her cable subscription with her. We then found out that the ariel socket in the living room is not connected to an ariel, it’s just a hole in the wall. So, as a household, we just stopped watching television, which is not a great loss as the BBC seems to be devoted to only making one good serial per year, which function at a level of lowest common denominator.

(Translation: the new Doctor Who show is facile crap. And Torchwood is utterly pointless – read the reviews.)

This has turned into a massive post, and I hope it’s managed to tickle your funnybone a bit. I didn’t have time to mention this picture, which I should have, or the song ‘Re: Your Brains“, but I’ll leave you with somebody who regularly posts up a computer game review. Check it out:

I’m off to watch his most recent effort at Escapist Magazine, even though I only play about four computer games a month. After that, I’m going to sneak back into bed and pretend that I just popped out to get another pillow, not write an enormous blogpost that rambled on for ages.