Tag: Doctor Who

Another One

I really love getting emails from Brand New, you guys. Even if said email announces a European tour next year that I can’t possibly attend rather than a US tour or a new album. Still, the fact that there was an email from Brand New in my inbox this afternoon made me happy 🙂

The email also claims that they’re going to do the UK portion of this tour in a TARDIS-shaped bus. I don’t exactly believe that, but it would be awesome if it were true. Plus, the mere fact that someone in Brand New knows that TARDIS is an acronym for Time and Relative Dimension in Space warms my heart. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love them more than I did this morning, but it turns out that it was.

That settles it, I am definitely going to wear a Brand New t-shirt and hoodie when I travel on Friday. Hooray!

Until tomorrow.

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Oww

The Phillies walked it off on Frandsen’s bases-clearing double two hours ago and my throat is still kinda sore from all the screaming. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

I do know that game was fun. I’d really wanted Dom Brown to hit a walk-off grand slam, but I’ll settle for a Kevin Frandsen walk-off double. Also, I’m pretty sure the Phils didn’t have a walk-off win until, like, June last year, so this is a marked improvement.

Then I stayed up to watch the new Doctor Who, because duh. Thank God for BBC America’s penchant for re-broadcasting Doctor Who four times on Saturday nights.

And now to bed because I am sleepy.

Until tomorrow.

I Don’t Know How This Happened

I forgot that the new season of Doctor Who started tonight. Thank heavens for Facebook; a BBC America status update reminded me. I set my parents’ DVR to record one of the five repeats tonight.

I’m almost ashamed that I forgot. I’m a huge fan of the show and I just listened to the Nerdist podcast with Jenna-Louise Coleman a couple of days ago. At least I remembered in time to record it. I would’ve been angry with myself if I’d forgotten completely.

And now I’d better go to sleep so I can watch Doctor Who while my parents are at Mass.

Until tomorrow.

Happy Valentine’s Day

I’ve never been much of a fan of Valentine’s Day. I mean, St. Valentine was a martyr (martyrdom being a good first step towards sainthood). But for some reason we’re all supposed to shell out billions of dollars to Hallmark and Hershey’s on his feast day. I just don’t get it.

But two things happened today that don’t suck.

First, my parents gave me the best homemade valentine ever.

I'd die if the Doctor ever said this to me
I’d die if the Doctor ever said this to me

The best part is that my parents aren’t Whovians, but they know the Tardis. (I think Craig Ferguson is mostly responsible for that. Yay Craig Ferguson!)

Second, Justin Timberlake gave us all a valentine in the form of the “Suit & Tie” video.

See, today wasn’t all bad.

Until tomorrow.

Robin Hood & Doctor Who

True story: I could not have cared less when Russell T. Davies re-launched Doctor Who. In fact, I wasn’t even aware that it had happened. I was aware of the show and the character of the Doctor and knew some of the basics (alien, regeneration, TARDIS) since half of my middle school friends were super-nerdy dudes. But I never watched a second of Doctor Who when I was in middle school.

That lack of watching continued for over a decade. I assume that when BBC America finally started airing series one it was a big frigging deal. But I was completely ignorant of it.

It’s possible that I would have continued not watching Doctor Who to this day if not for one thing. That one thing being the BBC America premiere of Robin Hood. I’d seen print ads for Robin Hood that piqued my interest so I decided to watch the pilot. It was something of a miracle that we even had BBC America because I’m pretty sure that was a recent addition to Dish Network at the time. But thankfully I was able to find the channel. In fact, I put BBC America on 10 or 15 minutes early, so I ended up watching the end of the show before Robin Hood. That show was Doctor Who and it was the final episode of series one, “The Parting of the Ways.”

Talk about an introduction to the Doctor. I was instantly swept up in the story even though I hadn’t the foggiest idea what was going on. I immediately checked the guide to find out when the episode would be repeated and watched a repeat. Seeing the episode in its entirety didn’t help as much as I’d hoped, though, because it was the second half of a two-parter. But I definitely liked what I’d seen and decided to Netflix series one, which I (obviously) loved. David Tennant may be my favorite Doctor, but Christopher Eccleston was my first and he remains my second-favorite to this day (even though Matt Smith is wonderful).

It should be noted that I also loved Robin Hood. At the time I was far more obsessed with Robin Hood than I was with Doctor Who, but it’s easier to obsess over a TV show that is airing new episodes than one that isn’t. I started videotaping (yes, with a VCR) Robin Hood episodes so I could watch them whenever I wanted. It goes without saying that I preordered season one on DVD.

Anyways, I started thinking of all this on January 1, when I noticed the Robin Hood boxed sets on my bookshelf and decided to watch the first couple of episodes for the first time in forever. (I’d been thinking about the show since I saw The Hobbit, though, since the guy who played Thorin Oakenshield was Guy of Gisborne in Robin Hood.) Sadly, they didn’t hold up that well, especially the pilot. I mean, Jonas Armstrong, who played Robin, is still hot, but I found that I didn’t really know what had grabbed my attention so strongly before.

In the interest of science, I watched the first three episodes of series one of Doctor Who so I could see if they still held up. Maybe the problem wasn’t Robin Hood, y’know? Maybe the problem was me. But no, the Doctor Who episodes still held up. It was the first time I’d watched any of those episodes in ages as well since I’m most likely to re-watch series two.

So yeah, my love for Doctor Who owes a lot to my fondness for the character of Robin Hood. (I don’t know that I’ve mentioned it here before, but The Adventures of Robin Hood is one of my all-time favorite movies. Yes, the Errol Flynn movie. It’s so good!) I mean, it’s possible that the Internet would’ve convinced me to check the show out eventually, but I like the way I discovered it for myself.

Until tomorrow.

Happy Christmas

I’m currently waiting for the replay of the Doctor Who Christmas special. I would’ve preferred to watch the first airing, but I knew there was no way that would happen. After all, only one TV in my parents’ house gets BBC America (the family room TV) and that is my dad’s domain. At least until he goes to bed 🙂

So yeah, Doctor Who is pretty much the most exciting part of Christmas (day) for me this year. Well, that and setting up my new iPad 🙂 (I may still feel weird about having received a new iPad, but it would be disrespectful to my parents if I didn’t use it.)

Until tomorrow.

Hold Me

Oh my God, the end of Doctor Who shattered me. Shattered. I was bawling for the entire last segment. And I had to be careful, too, because for some dumb reason the only tissues I have in the house are Puffs Plus and I didn’t want to get the lotion in my eyes.

At least the Phillies and Orioles both won 🙂 But damn, the Phillies game was long. I mean, the Orioles game ended before the Phillies game did and that is just not a thing that happens.

I cannot stop thinking about Doctor Who. Amy and Rory aren’t even my favorite companions, but boy was I sad to see them go. (My favorite New Who companions, in order: Rose, Donna, Captain Jack Harkness, Amy and Rory, any random person who allied with the Doctor for an episode or two, Martha. I really hate Martha Jones.)

Until tomorrow.