The Beginning

I'm obsessed with Doctor Who.  I didn't get into it until this year- I had intended for about... a decade to do more research on it, even before the new episodes in 2006 came out, but I got sidetracked with school, getting married, having children.  It kept getting pushed aside as things like Harry Potter & (unfortunately) Twilight came out.  Yes, I have a small liking of Twilight.  Don't ask me why, or how.  I hate Bella, but I can't deny that I actually like the rest of Stephanie Meyer's lore.  I mean, if -I- were a vampire, I'd rather go out during the day and sparkle instead of burst into flames and die.  I think that's just the logical choice.

I watched shows like Firefly & Tin Man.  I'm obsessed with anything that's on HBO or Showtime.  Sunday nights are a busy time, I keep up with a number of shows on those channels, somewhere between 15-20.  I don't know why it took me so long to get into Doctor Who, but one day I was on the treadmill at the gym and wanted something to watch on Netflix.  I go, "OHH YEAH!" I had heard about this show while I was doing reasearch on Douglas Adams, he had apparently been a writer for the show.  I'm obsessed with Douglas Adams (I've read -everything- that he's written multiple times) and so I figured I'd put it on.

Episode 1- Rose.  Holy shit!  Billie Piper! I had watched her in Diary of a Call Girl which I -loved.-  I was absolutely delighted to see her on my screen.  I was confused at first as to who this dude in the leather jacket was- I was under the impression that David Tennant was the Doctor, not this strange lookin' guy.  I was a bit apprehensive at first to watch, but Billie Piper!  I kept going.  And my goodness was I happy as pie that I kept going.  The first episode was... strange.  Plastic figures everywhere.  Instantly though I fell in love with everyone (except Micky, I admit- I didn't end up liking him until much later)  Jackie was the best.  "There's a stranger.  In my bedroom.  Anything can happen..."  "... No."

I fell in love with the 9th Doctor- something I never expected.  There was something about him.  He wasn't too handsome- he was dangerous seeming and he was just quirky enough without seeming stupid.  The 9th Doctor turned into my Doctor.  I can watch Season 1 over and over again.  Bad Wolf became my words of choice.  There was something about Rose and the Doctor that so greatfully carried over to the Tenth that made me so happy.  It also made me hate Martha.  I didn't appreciate her until Rose's departure from the show was mourned for a solid six months.  Every time she got flirty with Ten I kept saying to myself, "BACK THE FUCK UP, WOMAN!"

Anyway- the point of the Blog.  ... There are so many things that I want to talk about and I have no one to talk about it with.  So here's my outlet.  I don't know if anyone will actually read this, but at least it lets me get my thoughts out there since I'm kind of a huge nerd and no one appreciates it.  I watched The Impossible Planet and The Satan Pit today for s's and g's.  I'll talk about them tomorrow.