There must be some kind of gene that gives a person a propensity towards being a geek. I would certainly have to include myself in that pool, seeing as how I received absolutely no inspiration from my parents to put me on the road to science. It was my fate.
Science class was my favorite in middle school. I had a microscope kit which I would use to observe single-celled critters swimming around in water from the pond in our front yard. And I used to watch the Tom Baker Doctor Who when I could catch him on late night PBS. The result was missing most of the serial which left me thirsting for more. That longing lasted 30 years ago, and I never forgot.
And then came Netflix. With the advent of their brilliant business plan, I could readily revisit my brief stint as a Doctor Who fan whenever I liked. The recent and renewed popularity in Doctor Who, brought about by the oozing charisma of David Tennant, reminded me that I was once a Doctor Who fan. A quick search on Netflix showed I could not only get most of the Tom Baker series on DVD, but I could also watch them instantly on my computer or PlayStation 3 whenever I wanted.
Somehow, Elora started watching it with me. I think the first one we watched together had some kind of bug monster in it that thrilled her. Whatever the cause, she was instantly hooked. She would come home from school some days, begging to watch some more Doctor Who with me. There is nothing that could make a geek Dad such as myself, more proud than his own daughter, without any coaxing from me, asking to watch some old school Tom Baker (who was widely considered the best of the Doctors before David Tennant showed up) Doctor Who.
