Just A Few Late-Night Things


Doctor Who.

Oh Holy Frak-tasticness

First, I realize that there are those of you out there who do not understand (nor cannot understand) the…how shall I say it?…earth-shattering


that is Doctor Who. 
And to you I say (in the words of David Tennant), I’m so sorry. So very sorry. 
Look, you can remedy this. Go right now and get a Netflix watch instantly account. Ignore all the recent brouhaha about Netflix; Netflix is awesome, and people don’t handle change well. Then begin with the series re-vamp of Doctor Who. It will be called “Doctor Who Season One” and the episode will be called “Rose.” 
Do not hesitate when the screen looks wibbly and Billie Piper’s teeth freak you out. Persevere. You shall be rewarded. 
If, by the end of the two-part episode about World War II (“The Empty Child” and “The Doctor Dances”) you are not converted, well then, you may be a lost cause. 
But continue on. There may be hope for you yet. Although Christopher Eccleston
remains my favorite doctor, his ears might rub some people the wrong way. Please continue. 
If, by the end of Season 2, Episode 5, “The Girl in the Fireplace,” you still do not love Doctor Who…well then, my friend, you have no imagination. 
Nor do you have an appreciation for history, magical realism, humanity, or, like, life
I hate to be blunt, but that’s the way it is. 
And if, like my sister, you think that this show is “the stupidest thing you’ve ever wasted your time on”…well then please, please, never ever tell me. 
Because you will break my heart. 
Back to my reason for posting. 
Oh. My. Blown. Mind. 
Stephen Moffat, you do not disappoint. River Song, you whom I have loved since the second you landed in the Library, you whom I love more than any other female Doctor Who character EVER, you do not disappoint. Amy Pond, you are redeemed. Rory…oh God, Rory, if I wasn’t married I would marry you, because you are just like the best man ever (aside from the Ogre). And the Doctor….oh, the Doctor. You just are. 
That’s all I can say about that. 
Now heed what I say about this: Christine, a blogger whom I have enjoyed reading for a while, wrote a really excellent post that I think you should go read. I’m actually a little embarrassed that I’m just now sharing this, since it’s a pretty old post, but I just stumbled across it and thought you would love it, as I do. 
If you go over there to her blog, Our Ordinary Life Extraordinary, take some time to look around and leave a comment, will you? She’s a gem of a blogger and a person, and she deserves some internet-love. 
Then, go over and tell Kassie’s little brother Logan that he’s the coolest Protestant on the block. 
Because, well, he is
Three posts in one day! Say what you will about me being a slacker (and I totally am) but when I fail to slack, I fail spectacularly. 
Happy Saturday night! If you wrap it up by beginning to watch Doctor Who, and then email me and tell me, I will love you eternally. 
And I’ll give you some link-love. I’m planning an upcoming DoctorWhoPalooza, but you can’t join unless you get the inside jokes about spoilers, the face of Boe, that freaky Master, Charles Dickens, how the queer theorists were right about Shakespeare all along, and why exactly it is that we can’t refer to Queen Elizabeth as “The Virgin Queen” anymore. 

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690056082240865041 Charlotte (Waltzing Matilda)

    Seriously? I need to persevere? You promise it will get better? I got to the third episode "Unquiet Dead" and gave up because I was laughing so hard.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887429052179249473 Dwija {House Unseen}

    I have never watched a single episode of that show, but I'm just not much of a t.v. person. I can barely squeeze in 5 hours of sleep a day and that's with zero t.v. watching. If I ever find time to watch something, it's probably going to be old 30 Rock episodes. Please don't cry!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632005486245515873 Calah

    Charlotte, yes. Please keep going! Look. "The Unquiet Dead" is one of the stupidest episodes of television ever. Some Doctor Who episodes are like that. I like them, personally, because I think they're funny. But there are really good episodes, and you begin to get attached to the characters. Also, a lot of people really liked the new Doctor in Season 2 much better than Christopher Eccleston. If you give it another chance, I'll bake you some chocolate chip cookies or something. Seriously. It means that much to me. As far as you, Dweej, well, it's all right if you're not a TV watcher. Doctor Who is really for those of us whose lives revolve around the rise and fall of story lines brought to us by a flashing box. Like me.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354424704358588553 lissla lissar

    I married into Doctor Who. My husband and his brother and father are probably the biggest fans in the world.River Song rocks. They actually got married.I am happy.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354424704358588553 lissla lissar

    The Girl in the Fireplace, The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances, Blink, and Midnight are probably my favourite episodes, although I loved the last two Matt Smith seasons.Our three-year-old makes Tardises and Daleks out of lego, and draws them on the street in sidewalk chalk. We play Cybermen.We a a nerd household.

  • nosleepma

    *sigh* The Doctor. I’ve been in love with the Doctor since the first time I saw him in 1984. Planet of the Spiders. Last episode of the Third Doctor so it was fun to have my first one be a regeneration episode. I laughed my head off. I’ve seen every episode and every available piece of video of DW. There are some good stuff from the older doctors, you just have to learn to not take it seriously. You have to admire what they were able to do with $1.50 for special effects. :-)