So, Kill the Moon…
Since it’s return in 2005, Doctor Who has always been about the relationships the Doctor has with his companions and the people he meets. The monsters are completely secondary to this. While that does lead to some clunkers overall it has worked for the show. 
That hasn’t changed this series. What has changed is that the Doctor is being written as even more the member of a species of nigh-immortal space gods that he is. That’s why they could get away with a blatant anti-abortion narrative because the cold, alien Doctor made Clara cry.
(I’m thinking of making Tumblr my spot for more geeky musings. This is one of my many first shots at it. Image from the BBC.)

So, Kill the Moon

Since it’s return in 2005, Doctor Who has always been about the relationships the Doctor has with his companions and the people he meets. The monsters are completely secondary to this. While that does lead to some clunkers overall it has worked for the show.

That hasn’t changed this series.¬†What has changed is that the Doctor is being written as even more the member of a species of nigh-immortal space gods that he is.¬†That’s why they could get away with a blatant anti-abortion narrative¬†because the cold, alien Doctor made Clara cry.

(I’m thinking of making Tumblr my spot for more geeky musings. This is one of my many first shots at it. Image from the BBC.)

Requiem For Methuselah is another one of those bad-but-not-bad-enough-to-be-notable third season Star Trek episodes.
The crew is dying from space flu so our dynamic trio beams down to Planet Cure to meet an immortal guy named Flint and his hot robot girlfriend. Kirk gets his mack on with the robot girl, Spock guesses the plot twist early but tries not to ruin it for everyone, and Bones is the only one who seems to care that the crew are dying. But this doesn’t stop him and the others from gleefully guzzling Flint’s space brandy while the plot happens to them.
This one supports my suspicion that even the writers hated the third season which is why they wrote the characters in maximum bitch mode every episode. It’s McCoy’s turn this episode. Check out this monologue from Bones at the end of the episode;

“You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know simply because the word love isn’t written into your book.”

Jesus fuck, Bones! That was harsh. No wonder Spock threw himself into that reactor.
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Screencap from Trekcore, of course.

Requiem For Methuselah is another one of those bad-but-not-bad-enough-to-be-notable third season Star Trek episodes.

The crew is dying from space flu so our dynamic trio beams down to Planet Cure to meet an immortal guy named Flint and his hot robot girlfriend. Kirk gets his mack on with the robot girl, Spock guesses the plot twist early but tries not to ruin it for everyone, and Bones is the only one who seems to care that the crew are dying. But this doesn’t stop him and the others from gleefully guzzling Flint’s space brandy while the plot happens to them.

This one supports my suspicion that even the writers hated the third season which is why they wrote the characters in maximum bitch mode every episode. It’s McCoy’s turn this episode. Check out this monologue from Bones at the end of the episode;

You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know simply because the word love isn’t written into your book.

Jesus fuck, Bones! That was harsh. No wonder Spock threw himself into that reactor.

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Screencap from Trekcore, of course.