Has something ever just grabbed you without warning and refused to let go?
I mean, other than a person, or leech, or something.
I kept seeing references to Doctor Who all over the internet for years, and though I had a basic understanding of the show – time travel, blue box, daleks – I had never seen an episode.
So once Netflix
Canada got the revamped version – 9, 10, and 11 – I decided now was the time.
And dear fuck.
I powered through 9’s season. Was dubious starting 10, because I love 9, but a half hour in was already madly in love with 10
in other news, I would totally have David Tennant’s scruffy Scottish babies. I finished season two. “Rose Tyler, I–” made me bawl like a child. Powered through Martha and Donna. Then slowed it down a little because I knew I was nearing the end of 10’s reign. Gave in. Finished it. Started 11. Now I’m forcing myself to slow ‘er down a little, so I don’t run out of show to watch – though there is Classic Who and Torchwood and the Sarah Jane Chronicles, too.
2013 was the Year of Star Trek.
I spent most of the summer watching the Next Generation.
2014 is the Year of the Doctor.
How am I ever going to have a life again?