Let Me Take a Deep Breath, Babe
If you need me, me an' Clara'll be hanging out with the Time Lord.
(If I earwormed you, you're welcome. If you have no idea, just move along.)
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.)
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(If I earwormed you, you're welcome. If you have no idea, just move along.)
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.)
[Read the rest at my website!]