NOW PANIC and FREAK OUT!

There are a gazillion things running in my head when I think of Doctor Who, but writing them down is proving to be much more difficult than I expected.

I’ve attempted a nostalgic look at my foray into the show, but it quickly devolved into a lengthy recollection of how I went from “James Marsters is Capt. John Hart!” to “OMG Doctor Who is the best show ever!!!1!!11!”

Paragraphs escape me at the moment, so allow me to just list things. Just list them, without order or particular direction, because my brain is exploding and April 23 is a few weeks away and goddammit Doctor Who is taking up too much space in my head.

- Doctor Who is fun. It can have the most dramatic storylines in the world, like Human Nature and Family of Blood, for example, but at the end of the day, Doctor Who is always a fun romp. It’s a wonderful exploration, no matter how dark the subject matter becomes at times. It can be painful, it can be melancholy (the Van Gogh episode reduced me to tears) but always there is the child-like wonder that defines the show. 

- The Doctor is hot. This is not always evident. I suppose it takes a certain kind of person (me, really) to find Tom Baker “hot”. But Paul McGann is good-looking (the hair puts me off a bit), Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant and Matt Smith are all adorable in the geeky/hot way.

- Addendum to above: we should not attempt to sex up the Doctor. Really. It’s kind of disgusting when you think about it. He’s a grandfather. Really. Think about that a bit. Although I must admit that William Hartnell is incredibly sexy, the reality is that The Doctor is kind of not a regular human being (obviously) and is 900 effing years old. That’s like attempting to picture your grandfather in sexually compromising positions. 

- I just figured out the item above after Matt Smith took the role. The guy is so grandfather-y you actually believe his objections to Amy Pond’s sexual overtures (I’m straight and yet I would not have said no). And he’s so young. That’s really odd, but great for the show.

- It’s all David Tennant’s fault. That sex machine vibe was all his doing. Ugh. Why do you have to be all up in our sex radars, David Tennant? Why?

- Now that I think about it, another season of Nine would’ve been lovely.

- There’s so much Doctor Who I haven’t seen. I’m still working through Classic Who, and now there’s Big Finish audios? Dear god there is not enough time in the world. 

- I love the companions. I love them all. Some I love more than others. I confess to shipping Ten and Rose (I’m awfully sorry, but I am not always a purveyor of good taste), but really my favourite companion of New Who will always be Donna. I wanted to slap RTD because of Donna Noble’s eventual fate. You do not give someone the opportunity to save the universe then wipe their minds after they succeed. There’s some clause about this in the Geneva Convention, I’m sure.

- Donna is the best companion not because she and Ten were romantically compatible. All jokes of “are you married” aside, the chemistry between Ten and Donna stems from their “I just want a mate” situation. 

- And that’s basically what The Doctor and his companion should have: friendship. To assume more is to ruin The Doctor like the last few episodes of Ten did. I love you, DT, but so much emo. Ugh.

- This realisation will not stop me from reading stupid fanfics.

- April 23 can’t come soon enough.