*First off, I'd like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope your Christmas and/or holiday season was as wonderful as it could be.*
So, in case you didn't realize from my previous entry, yes, I am a Whovian. A new one, to be sure, but still a Whovian.
This wasn't my first experience with the Time Lord. My grandfather used to have a pinball machine in his basement that I would play every time I visited. The pinball game had the then mysterious title of "Doctor Who," including 8 different men identified as Doctors (at this point in my childhood, I didn't know about the laws of regeneration which governed the Time Lords). I loved that game, and it broke my heart when my grandfather gave it away.
I recently got into the series itself after a vast majority of my friends, family, and Sigma Alpha Iota sisters (Love and Roses from Gamma Upsilon! <3) all got into it. They have all been fans of it for quite a while. I saw it everywhere. In stores, on TV, on the Internet... everything and everyone around me was consumed by this fever caused, ironically enough, by a Doctor.
My younger sister Bridgette is one of the biggest Whovians I've ever met. She would show me clips from the show. She would always talk about this Doctor or that villain. And so would several of my other friends and sisters. As time passed, I began to become more and more fascinated with the large universe in the fandom, and the dedication of the fans to the show. So, I decided to watch some clips and parts of the show on YouTube, to get myself acquainted with the series (this is something I usually do with every series/fandom I try out).
That was when I first met Christopher Eccleston, the Ninth Doctor.
I absolutely adored his performance (well, what I saw of it). He was snarky and sassy, but could get things done when he needed to. Eccleston's more serious side would later serve as the partial inspiration of my villain for my novel Gears of Golgotha (yeah, yeah, I know, bringing that stupid old thing up again haha).
So, now, here we are. A short time after the 50th anniversary, and the evening of this year's Christmas special/regeneration from Matt Smith to Peter Capaldi. BBC America has been having a non-stop Doctor Who marathon all week to celebrate this very special occasion, and I've seen both of these. I have to say, they were both the most fantastic and yet most heart-wrenching moments I have ever seen not only on television, but anywhere. The characters were all so relatable, and there were moments where I found myself both smiling from ear to ear or on the brink of tears. Each character had something special and unique to offer. As for the extensive lore, I was able to catch on rather quickly. Whatever I didn't get, I would just ask Bridgette, or some other Whovian friend, and they would more often than not be able to answer. I admire Doctor Who not only for its creativity and endless possibilities, but for its heart, passion, and even humor that you can feel in every line, every scene, every character. Every person involved has something unique to bring to the table. It gives a depth to the characters that isn't possible in most other kinds of series.
Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be watching "just one more episode" of this classic series before I go to bed.
Bah, who am I kidding? I'm probably going to be up all night. Allons-y!
Love and Coffee cups,