Sometimes I see a video online that is so fantastic that I just have to share. This parody of the current hit song, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen is both clever and awesome. It makes me want to say Allons-y and wear old Converse sneakers, so really, it’s pretty great, right? And also, thank goodness there are other people in this crazy universe that get as unreasonably obsessed about television as I do.

I found this video at Anglophenia, a blog that any Who-vian needs to know about, btw.

And no, you aren’t seeing double. This was cross posted at Jen’s personal blog.



Remember when I complained incessantly that David Tennant was lame and that the only true Doctor in my heart was Christopher Eccleston? But then thanks to Tennant’s amazing powers of brooding and a few really great side kicks (Martha & Donna) I slowly grew to enjoy David Tennant and maybe even kind of really liked him.


So of course the universe could tell that I was starting to get attached and gave us this guy. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fine. He seems to truly love this awesome job he’s gotten himself and the writing continues to impress so of course he says cool stuff. But… he’s no David Tennant and certainly no Christopher Eccleston. And I feel as though something has changed.

He doesn’t seem as… Amazing as the previous two doctors. Instead of whisking in and saving the day and making bad aliens quiver with fear, he’s kind of getting by on the skin of his teeth frankly and squeaking by on reputation still. I know he’ll save the day in the end because 50 years precedence kind of establishes that it’s likely but instead of him seeming like a Bad Assed Time Lord who knows all and always has a plan he seems more like a really smart kid who might figure it out eventually.

I know. I’ve complained before and come around, but really? I’m not pleased. And also is it fair that my husband now gets to look at her every night:


And I’m stuck with Matt Smith and Rory?


I mean it’s not like they are hideous or anything but… they kind of make David Tennant seem insanely hot by comparison. Or maybe David Tennant really grew on me a lot more than I realized? Or maybe it’s that the previous two doctors were like men old enough for me to consider attractive and not nearly prepubescent? Okay that’s not fair, according toWikipedia Matt Smith is actually two months older than me, but STILL. That’s not the point.

The point is that apparently I don’t handle change very well yet and I’m annoyed with the Doctor Who universe for making me miss this face so damned much:


Also, doing a google image search for David Tennant as Doctor Who, by the way, yields some pretty hilarious and terrific results. I miss corny freeze frames that make me giggle incessantly.

Stay tuned for the inevitable future post about how Matt Smith isn’t that bad and the next new Doctor Who is apparently terrible. Poor guy (or gal??) hasn’t even applied for the job yet and I’ve already got it out for them.

You aren’t seeing double: This was cross posted at Jen’s personal blog.



I know, I know, I am ridiculously behind the times and every good Doctor Who fan is caught up watching the 11th Doctor by now, but when we last discussed Doctor Who around these parts my beloved 9th Doctor had just reincarnated into the 10th Doctor and I was reeling pretty hard and feeling very disillusioned. I was not pleased with the on screen chemistry (or lack thereof) between David Tennant and Billie Piper and moreover I was just missing Christopher Eccleston something fierce.

In Tennant’s and Piper’s first season together (and last) I continued to scratch my head at their chemistry. It seemed forced and odd but the two just sort of marched on and pretended like it was normal and I tried to also, though knowing that it was Piper’s last season made it hard to feel committed to the two of them together. That said, when she left, in the way that she left which I won’t talk about because I don’t like spoilers, I’ll admit that I cried. Like a baby. A lot. Her ending was extremely well written and torturously sad and despite the lack of chemistry between these two actors, David Tennant can brood like it’s no one’s business.

In the next season’s premier and Christmas special, at the end of the episode when the Doctor saves the day and goes all dark and bad assed? That was the moment that David Tennant won me over. I think I swooned.


Seriously, over this guy. I swooned. And now as the Doctor tries to move past his loss of Rose and take up with his new companion, one Martha Jones (played by Freema Agyeman), his continued brooding of Rose feels so genuine and right. Of course we want the Doctor to be happy eventually, but I think if he’d simply said “well that sucks, hey you, pretty girl? Wanna be my new chicky?” that it would have just infuriated me. His hesitance to get close to Martha despite the fact that she seriously kicks ass and also, frankly, has better on screen chemistry than Tennant ever had with Piper (the kind of chemistry that Eccleston and Piper had and I loved) actually makes it work for me.


I don’t know if they will ever be an “item” or if he’ll continue brooding over Rose into his next incarnation but at the moment I’m okay with not knowing (you hear me, internets? No spoilers!) and frankly enjoying watching her squirm over it all. It makes for good television.

So in conclusion: I like Martha. I like Tennant. I like the brooding. A lot. At the moment, at this point and time, I am content in my Doctor Who-niverse. And I forgive them. For now…

You aren’t seeing double: This was cross posted at Jen’s personal blog.

Doctor Who Should Come With A Warning Label: Don’t Get Attached!


Dan and I recently started watching Doctor Who together. When the fall / winter series finally had all had their finales, we switched over to our Netflix Instant Queue and decided to finally see what all the fuss was about. We were originally going to go all the way back to the episodes from the 60’s but those original shows seem to be scattered across a million DVDs and the new re-released series is all nice and tidy and we only have to press one button. So for the time being, we started with the 2005 premier of the 9th Doctor, played by Christopher Eccleston.


At first I couldn’t watch the show without commenting on the pure cheesiness. Both Eccleston and his co-star Billie Piper seemed to be laying it on pretty thick and the whole thing felt like it was filmed in the 80’s which is clearly not a compliment. But the show grew on me and the characters grew on me and every night we’d put the kids to bed and then settle down for some Tardis Time. It was our thing. It’s still our thing except something happened. Something awful.

I’d preface that this is a spoiler alert, but honestly I think you need to know. At the end of the first (billionth?) season, our cheesy big eared Doctor regenerates into this cheesy Doctor:


Even he looks confused about the casting change

Apparently when the Doctor is basically on his death bed for whatever reason, he is able to completely regenerate in the form of an entirely new person in order to survive. Still the same Doctor, except not. Now I guess given that the previous Doctor was the 9th Doctor, I should have figured out that he wasn’t going to be sticking around forever. But in a show that has been around for 50 years or so, I’d think we’d get more than one season with him. Moreover, the whole romantic connection between Piper and Eccleston had just been (finally!) acknowledged when BAM! New guy. It’s just creepy. Don’t ever kiss a guy on television or he’ll either turn into a demon, literally change faces or die. This is what I’m beginning to learn.

I guess there have been interviews and speculations, etc. that Eccleston never intended to do more than one season because he didn’t want to become typecast or something (lame) but I have to say this was a loss for everyone. This new Doctor? I mean, he’s fine. Maybe he’ll even grow on me. Maybe they wanted someone younger so that people wouldn’t be raising their eyebrows all the time at him and Rose liking each other (though apparently she won’t be sticking around much longer either, I don’t blame her, really) but Eccleston was such an amazing Doctor Who. He has that perfect blend of silly childish humor that meets perfect comedic timing and also, frankly, you just believe. He delivers a line and you believe. I don’t get that from David Tennant yet and it’s a damned shame.

And also? I resent having to whine and complain on my blog about Doctor Who, making it vividly clear to all of you that one) I’m a giant nerd and two) I take my television shows way too seriously. But seriously! If Ellen Pompeo as Meredith Grey had done one season and then randomly morphed into Lindsey Lohan I think we can all agree that we’d collectively flip our shit, right? How can Derek just take that in stride and believe her when she says, “Trust me, I’m still the same Meredith. Look how I flap about ridiculously and then say the word “fantastic” and everything is okay again.”

It wouldn’t work – and not because Grey’s Anatomy isn’t a Sci-Fi Show, honestly they’ve pushed the limits on reality plenty with the whole Denny the Ghost Love Scenes and all. No, it wouldn’t work because audiences like to get attached to people. We can deal with change that’s been a long time coming but just f-ing with us for the sake of keeping us on our toes is plain mean.

Maybe their males in their 20’s and 30’s Demographic just don’t form the same attatchments that women (read: I) do but I just need to have it out and written here that, I am not pleased and I miss the Big Eared Goofy Doctor a lot. I had to go on Netflix and add like 7 movies he’s done outside of Who-ville that all seem to have lackluster reviews but I don’t care. I know I’ll need a fix. Even if it won’t be the same.

They say that the first Doctor tends to be people’s favorite which is a crying shame but certainly makes sense. Fans of Doctor Who, tell me – who’s your favorite Doctor and which one did you watch first?

You aren’t seeing double: This was cross posted at Jen’s personal blog.