LET ME TAKE A DEEP BREATH, BABE.
Doctor Who has returned, and it’s nothing like what we expected. And, yes, this post was meant to have been up last week but then some generous people thought I might enjoy their summer cold. They were wrong. I did not enjoy their summer cold. I move that the assembly strike “generous” from the previous description and substitute “inconsiderate” instead. Everyone in favor? Since my vote’s the only one that matters, motion carried.
NOW THEN: the Doctor has regenerated and helpfully brings a T-Rex to Victorian London in his regenerative confusion, where a beleaguered Clara is immediately supported by everyone’s favorite Paternoster Gang. They manage to produce a widget that corrals the Queen of Dinosaurs into a limited part of London, mainly right next to Big Ben so we always have a handy size reference. Then they whisk the Doctor away and someone manages to get him into a nightgown, and wondering who managed that - as the Doctor ranted and railed in frightened disorientation - added some levity to an otherwise heartbreaking scene. Eleven was still very much inside Twelve, fouling up all his wires, leaving HIM operating with a fault… a phrase he waved at his companions, which he got from his last interactions with Handles, the disembodied Cyberman head. A Time Traveler’s Winston. It’s no surprise that Eleven would be with us essentially all the way through this first episode with Peter Capaldi - the Doctor lived as Eleven for centuries, and in a warzone as well. That’ll give anyone a nasty case of PTLD. (Work it out.)
That right there. You know what that does to me?
The hyenas know what I’m talking about.
So, I got maybe - MAYBE - five hours of sleep last night. Of the more awake than asleep variety, probably due to post-Who come-down and worrying about making it to work at 8 this morning.
I could go a GREAT impression of Twelve right now, is what I’m saying.
Watching INTRUDERS after DOCTOR WHO on BBC America this Saturday night? Check out my early thoughts on the premiere episode! (I also include a trigger warning for the first episode.)
Did you know that Intruders starts on BBC America this Saturday night? After the AHHHHH DOCTOR WHO PREMIERE AHHHH Capaldi?! (You probably do, if you watch
Y’all like mad science fiction? Because I’ve just reprinted a short story on my website in OMGEXCITEMENT over DOCTOR WHO and INTRUDERS premiering this Saturday night!
Check it out at the link above.
uhm there’s only 4 of us in our house but we have 8 toothbrushes and we’re all adamant that we each only own one
Uh oh…have you checked your arms for tally marks?!
are you suggesting that there are 4 silence living in my house and brushing their teeth on a regular basis
hygiene is important to everyone
Besides, they’re your Confession Priests and are just there to help you.
I am the Semi-Institutionalized Schizophrenic On Permanent Disability. I wield a Sonic Starbucks Coffee Stopper Doohickey, and my catchphrase is “I don’t need any more but if you want one for the Kraken…”
Yeah, that about covers it.
I am The Carnie. I have a sonic Maine Coon, and my catchphrase is “What’s the sitch?”
I am a fanfic cliche.
I am The Teacher. I have a sonic smart phone. May the cocktails be uniquely delicious.
I am the Sheriff! I have a sonic laptop computer, and my catchphrase is “This be the cheesecake!”
Andy, on the other hand, is the Retiree, with a sonic bottle cap and the catchphrase, “Do you have Splenda?”