Because then I'd be able to watch the BBC broadcast Doctor Who this year starring the eleventh Doctor, played by the incredibly fine Matt Smith. True, I will miss Ten's antics and the remarkable acting of David Tennant (The End of Time = teary eyes...so sad to see him go), but I am extremely excited by Eleven's prospects...and that's just after a whopping whole minute and four seconds onscreen (yes...so sad to see 10 go immediately replaced by an eek yay!!! "Fingers...lots of fingers." "I'm a girl! No! No...I'm not a girl, no. And, and still not ginger!"). And honestly, since the start of the revival with Nine, the show has been getting better and better. Different than the old version's long story arcs and a bit higher F/X budget these days, but completely incredible. Messr Russel T Davies (and to some extent Messr Steven Moffat) is either some sort of god, or on some very potent drug (if the latter, may I have some, please?). In other words, he is a bloody brilliant (and completely wacky) Genius.
But yes, I am particularly jealous of everyone who will get to watch this coming season before me. Which will be everyone in Britain with access to a tv. Or the internet (legally that is).
Rawr.
*contemplates moving for the sake of a television show...checks plane ticket prices...rental rates for flats...checks bank balance...*
Well, I decidedly CANNOT move to Britain, so hopefully Scifi (oh, excuse me; that would be the girlified or whathaveyou "Syfy" channel now), will carry it. It's certainly better than anything they've put out. Ever.
Oh well, time to stop pipedreaming and return to illustrating sea monsters and photo stalking...I mean researching.
Laters, gators.
-Renni
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