Short thoughts on Doctor Who, disc by disc (originally published June 2012)

The Horns of Nimon

Tonight’s Soundtrack: David Bowie, “Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)”

Here’s where I get a reputation

I am 100% without a doubt certain that I will watch The Horns of Nimon again, multiple times, before I ever get around to watching any Firefly again. This is with complete and open acknowledgement that any given episode of Firefly is objectively better on any technical or aesthetic criteria you wish to compare. They’re going to be gathering (more) dust while perhaps not a month will go by in-between murmurs of “Tonight… tonight… yeah. Nimon.”

Here’s the thing: I know what’ll happen if I try to watch Firefly. First, there will be a tremendous amount of tutting and sighing. There will be head shaking. An occasional growl. And, and, here’s the thing: I like the show. Well, I don’t find it offensive. It’s competent. But it’s so goddamn frustrating to watch. Limited in scope and incoherent in world-building, it misses opportunities like the Minnesota Wild misses shots on goal1.

Meanwhile, should I watch Nimon, I know I’ll laugh. Sometimes at the jokes. But the point is, I’ll enjoy myself.  I’ll smile the whole time. It’s just silly. Silly’s all right. I’m not worried about the reputation of my favorite show. I’m not angry that the network started screwing with the schedule and cancelled it just when it was finding an audience. It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m free from any embarrassment. I care not for the concerns of others.

I’m a leaf floating on the wind.

1 I really don’t know much what that means. I don’t follow hockey. I did a search on and they have a low S/G %…? Apologies.