At work today I was ordering a Doctor Who DVD for some kid and his mom and I said, “Oh, I love this show!” They then proceeded to geek out and ask me who my favorite doctor was.
And I felt really badly saying, “Um…the latest one? Because he’s pretty?”
I’m a bad fangirl.
Meanwhile, watching a Doctor Who right now. Aww. I love it when the companions work together.
I watched this show a lot this past summer, and, if you been reading for, oh, a few days, you know that this past summer? Notsomuch with the fun. So it is a testament to the greatness of Doctor Who that it can still make me feel happy.
Or. Really. Maybe it’s just the pretty.