"How long are you going to stay with me?" "Forever."


I tried to soften the blow with oatmeal chocolate chip cookie dough and a fluffy kitty but to no avail. Tonight I was on the last episode of David Tennant's Doctor Who, and there was no escaping the sadness. I held myself and cried like a baby.

Without spoiling anything, I will say I thought it was a great finale, hitting all the right emotional points and giving good resolution to his 3+ years as the 10th incarnation (re-generation) of the Doctor. I now feel free to watch old episodes of the show, as well as move on to the 11th Doctor. Matt Smith recently played the theme song at Glastonbury on keyboard, proving he's got plenty of his own awesome stored up for us. But there will never be another David Tennant Doctor Who. So much energy and enthusiasm and passion and heartache.*

My own obsession has taken form in shoewear, buying a pair of the Doctor's Chuck Taylor All-Stars (my first pair). I've been wearing them all week. David Tennant, wherever you are, please star in lots of romantic comedies and marry Dawn French already, making my British-fantasy-couple dreams come true.

(someone's a camera whore)


* Spoiler: I'm still holding out for a Rose Tyler and human Doctor special about them in the alternate universe, growing old together (see: Journey's End) and having lots of sex and babies.

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