Me: That guy looks like…Friend: Matt Smith, yeah M/F: wait…
I was completely paralyzed with anticipation for the Doctor Who premiere. Tried reading a book….couldn’t concentrate. Tried doing some writing, some drawing, some cleaning up…..could not concentrate. So, I took a nap. Then I trolled Etsy for TARDIS stuff.
It’s pretty typical for me to shove down my daily frustration and press on, to the point that when something even remotely sad happens on TV, I immediately become a sobbing mass of humanity on the couch, trying to hug a cat that wriggles away, leaving me to clutch an old throw pillow.
Even as a villain, I love River Song. She’s supplanting Gwen Cooper as my go to gal for awesome.
I want all of the Doctor’s rescue party to have spin-off shows. Nurse Strax could be like an intergalactic Nurse Jackie, only without the drug addiction/adultery angle. Dorium Maldovar’s spin-off could show the dark underbelly of the universe. Vastra and Jenny could do whatever they want as long as they continue to be witty, bad ass swordswomen in the 19th century.
Prior reports of my dissatisfaction toward series six and America’s tendency to ruin things may have been greatly exaggerated. This is to be expected as I usually operate in two tenses:
These tenses tend to manifest simultaneously, resulting in grossly dramatic occurrences of negative hyperbole.
It’s not that I’m pissy about Doctor Who being more accessible to new viewers. I want new people to watch it. The more people there are in the United States who watch Doctor Who, the more people there are for me to talk to.
By Nancy Mathews- The Doctor is too big for one man to inhabit. It’s like Rose taking in the Time Force at the end of season 1: no human can channel that energy for too long. The joy of regeneration is a new chance to fall in love, a new chance to discover the adventures of the Time Lord for people who have yet to ride the Tardis.
By Teresa Jusino – Doctor Who and Christmas go together like marmite and cheese. Or marmite and jam. Or whatever the hell English people eat marmite with. The point is, they go together well. Since new Doctor Who started in 2005, there’s been a Christmas special following each season, a standalone adventure with the Doctor that usually finds some alien or other invading Earth on Christmas with the Doctor there to save the day. Usually, US fans of the show have to wait months after these specials have already aired in the UK (or hours until they can sneakily download the episodes from teh intarwebz).