My heart was torn apart last night. Cut open and ripped from my body and then crammed back inside.
It all started when Elisabeth, Yusuke and I finished the 9th Dr. Who’s season last night. I didn’t realize it was the end so it was a total shock when I found out.
Christopher Eccleston.The 9th doctor. The quirky, odd, brilliant, amazing man. He’s not returning. Not coming back. Ever. Why did he only do one season?! Why?
Dr. #9 will always have a place in my heart. Elisabeth pointed out how a girl’s first doctor is always her favorite. I think I’ll have to agree. The moment I saw the next doctor, I went into “I hate him” mode. I knew there was no way he could match Dr #9’s personality. I was crushed.
However much I dread the new doctor I will continue to watch the series. How can I not? The plot is wonderful and Dr. #10 really doesn’t seem THAT horrible. Maybe I’ll like him in the end. Maybe I’ll cry like a baby when his seasons are over.
Before I start watching Dr. #10 though I need to have a mourning period. I think a week or so will do. And hey, thanks to technology I can always re-watch my favorite Doctor doing all the awesome things he does.
So I leave with a message to Dr. 9:
Dear Doctor 9. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss all the crazy, ridiculous things you did. I’ll miss your face. I fell in love with you and would totally have married you if you actually existed too. Goodbye my friend, see you in the reruns.
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Edit 2/21/2013: I did cry like a baby when Doctor #10 died. Yeah, fell in love with him too. And I’m fairly happy with #11 as well, what can I say, I just like Doctor Who!