I went to my flat yesterday, to watch Doctor Who. Not an uncommon occurrence: since January, I’ve been rewatching all of 21st Century Doctor Who, from Rose through to The Time of The Doctor. Originally, I planned to watch one every two days (I wanted some sense of the weekly anticipation of the next episode), but life tends to interrupt proceedings, you fall behind schedule, and plans get changed. I’ve since altered the schedule to one episode every three days, meaning that The Name of The Doctor, The Day of The Doctor, The Time of The Doctor and Deep Breath will all have a two day gap between viewing. I’m quite geeky like that.
But am I? My sister tuts at me. All I ever watch is Doctor Who, she says. I watch it following some schedule or other, finish, then do it all again in a different order, she says.
Do I want to watch Game Of Thrones, she asks.
“No,” I reply. “I’m not really bothered. I don’t really fancy it.”
So: I don’t fancy Game Of Thrones. I’m not a Star Wars fan, I’m not a massive Trekkie. I have a dozen or so Discworld books, some signed to me personally by Sir Terry Pratchett himself; I’ve read about four. I tried playing role-playing games – Dungeons and Dragons – for a while. It never really gripped me.
I’ve never watched Blade Runner. Or the Alien movies. Or The Terminator. I don’t get hyper for Horror or super excited for Superheroes.
Sure, I like some of them, but I don’t get particularly geeky about them.
I don’t get particularly geeky about them.
I am A Bad Geek.
Red Dwarf and Doctor Who, that’s about it. Back to the Future and The Rocky Horror Show. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And it’s years since I even watched that. And I never even got round to watching the last couple of seasons of Angel.
I never got into The X Files in a big way. Big American shows like Heroes or even Lost – I started watching them, then wandered away and never wandered back. I’ve never even managed to get round to watching Firefly or Serenity. I watched the first few episodes of Agents of SHIELD, missed some episodes, didn’t bother to go back. I subscribe to SFX magazine, and barely read it, as there’s little to pique my interest.
Is there any wonder I failed the first year of my Science & Science Fiction degree twice?
I have a pool of favourites within the science fiction, fantasy and comedy worlds that I revisit over and over. But even then I fall behind and never get back on track. Fourteen episodes of Spaced, I can cope with (in fact, fourteen episodes of Spaced have never been enough, but it’s too late for that). But half the stuff mentioned in it falls way beyond my pool of comfort.
“Hawk the Slayer‘s rubbish!”
“Babylon 5‘s a big pile of shit!”
Are they? I don’t know, never watched them.
I’m the same with US comedies. I have the first two seasons of My Name is Earl on DVD. The first of Raising Hope. And I really like Community. But I don’t think I’ve managed to get around to watching past season three of any of them. I loved the first season of New Girl, even pre-ordered the DVD months in advance. By the time the release date rolled round, I couldn’t afford it, and I’ve watched very little of the series since then.
I cling to geekdom by my fingertips. I think I survive by sprouting boring trivia; making assorted lists; living through Twitter; having very few friends, much less those I can see and socialise with; and just being alone in general (this is not me being self-pitying, by the way. I can do that way better than this).
God, I’m such a fraud.
And all this because I didn’t fancy watching Game Of Thrones.