DT obsession continues

What a way to start the morning...or afternoon or evening, for that matter! The eyes, the hair, the long coat-it's just perfect.

Anyway, not sure how this obsession began. I have been a Doctor Who fan for quite some time, and was very excited when the new series started. Christopher Eccleston was good as the 9th Doctor. But then, a certain skinny, scottish bloke appeared on screen, and it was the beginning of the end for me! His geeky good looks and boyish enthusiasm completely charmed me. But I still had it under control until around the 4th series. I just knew something was going to happen, I could just feel it. I kept saying to my husband, this is bad....he is going to regenerate and I am going to be devastated, I don't want to watch. But, of course, I did. Then, Doctor Who disappeared off our tv screen, and I didn't hear any news for quite some time. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.

Then I heard the news that I had been fearing for so long....David was leaving and his final episodes would begin airing on BBC America. (Prior to that, they were on Syfy-or SciFi as it was called then.) The obsession began in earnest. I was hungry for every piece of news I could find. I haunted You Tube for vids and interviews. I ordered the boxed sets and watched everything again. The final episodes, The End of Time 1 & 2, aired around the holidays. It was like a death in the family. I cried for days. Of course, I couldn't make myself stop watching or searching out DT stuff.

I haven't been able to watch the last Specials again, as of yet. I still can't get through the video diary or the Doctor Who Confidential "allons-y" without sobbing, so I am waiting for awhile. I did join Twitter, and found a whole bunch of fans that feel the same way I do. That has helped immensely, or I'm just deluding myself. In fact, I think some of them are more obsessed than I am--or maybe they are just more vocal about it. I always have in the back of my head, what if HE would drop in and see what people are saying! (Of course, he won't.) But it stops me from saying what I am really thinking, at times. Which is probably not a bad thing at all. :)