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Quick note before I dive in: I fell down on the blogging job last week, so the next few blog posts are going to attempt to rectify that. I’m going to be covering the big news about the anniversary announced yesterday, and then tomorrow will come my review of The Snowmen. The Bells of Saint John review will likely be this Friday upcoming. All right? All right.

Yesterday afternoon or thereabouts, a major announcement came to light regarding the 50th Anniversary special for Doctor Who, which is set to start filming this week. Particularly as regards the casting for said special. To say anything else would be giving away spoilers, so continue on past the cut for the news and my thoughts on it. (more…)

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To be honest, I’m not sure there are words that fully encompass my love for Martha Jones. She is hands-down my favorite companion of the RTD era. I love her, I love Freema Agyeman, and to this day I am baffled that there are people in the fandom who hate her. I’m also still extremely annoyed at the short shrift she received during her time on the show, and that’s a topic I’m more than willing to expound on for a short while. (more…)

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So I was going to start writing a blog post, but I am also watching The Hobbit (I) for the first time and it is hilarious how freaking well Martin Freeman fits the role of Bilbo. Like. I keep laughing at how well he fits the role, it is freaking UNCANNY. I don’t even know what else to say about it, it’s just freaking crazy how well he fits into the role of the not-putting-up-with-this-nonsense guy. Which is basically what he’s played a lot and very well, but that’s not necessarily a BAD THING. He’s just amazing, okay?

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My sleep is pretty royally screwed up again. Which I suppose is not surprising at all because I can’t seem to stay awake during the day or sleep at night, mostly because I am up looking at the internet. I keep trying to make it work, but the first thing I do when I wake in the morning is roll over and go back to sleep. And then wake up and go back to sleep and then I’m finally crawling out of bed to shower at 11 or 11:30 or 12. And I spend most of the rest of the day hating myself.

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I need to start on watching movies again. I rented a few tonight (including The Hobbit) and as always, I’ve got that nice stack next to my television that I’ve done little to reduce in the last three months. I am hoping though that tonight will be the start of the habit-making again, and then perhaps I can actually catch up to what’s left of my goal for the year. Which is something like 160 or so. But I will get there eventually, if so long as I keep watching every day until I’ve caught up. Here’s hoping, I guess.

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I don’t know what else to say, honestly. Things have been happening and not happening lately, and I am still trying to find my feet after vacation a couple of weeks back, and it’s not happening as quickly as I might have liked, which honestly isn’t all that surprising for me in general. I keep trying, though, so I suppose that counts for something. I hope everything counts for something these days, don’t I. And I don’t know what to says about me, maybe it’s just that I’m a redundant sort of person. In more ways than one.

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I am rather excited for Doctor Who this Saturday. I can’t wait to meet Jenna’s new character, and I can’t wait to see how Clara and the Doctor interact, and honestly I can’t wait for new writing from Steven Moffat, because he’s brilliant and I just love seeing what he has to offer. The clips they’ve released so far look amazing, and I really can’t wait to see how the episode will work all together. I’ve missed Doctor Who a lot (even more so over the last couple years, with all the hiatuses) and it’ll be nice to have it back.

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Maybe next week I will have more to write about. I might do good by a review of The Hobbit (which I’m mostly enjoying but at the same time I feel like it’s lacking the closeness that made me like Lord of the Rings), and I still need to catch up on all my show instead of watching new ones. Specifically new British ones like Broadchurch and In the Flesh and why is it that Britain makes such good shows all the time, while Americas always full of but a few half decent ones? (Though I’m sure Britain has rubbish shows too.)

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“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I think one of the things that is an almost built-in part of belonging to a fandom is that you want, really badly, to share the thing that you love with the people you know, especially if you’ve got friends whose interests dovetail pretty closely with yours. It doesn’t matter if it’s a book or a movie or a television show or a band or whatever. What matters is that you’ve had an experience and you want to share it with everyone because you feel like they will love it just as much or even more than you do.

Needless to say, this has happened to me a lot, and it still happens to me. I’ve shared authors and series with my brother and sister. A couple years ago I bought a few copies of Maureen Johnson’s The Name of the Star to give to people at Christmas because I felt like it was a great book that everyone should read. I’ve done the same thing with the aforementioned The Fault in Our Stars. Generally when I buy people gifts, I get them things that I’ve liked, because I feel like sharing something that I already love gives me a further connection to the person I’m giving it to–if and when they consume the thing and enjoy it (or, sometimes, don’t enjoy) we’ll have something to talk about the next time we meet. The thing I loved becomes a thing I’ve shared, and it can help me grow closer to a person without putting in too much awkward social effort.

I’ve probably shared the most things with my older brother, partly because we’ve already been pretty close, and also because we like a lot of the same things. I’m the reason he started watching Doctor Who, and right now we’re in the middle of getting through Community. By the same token, he’s shared some things with me–I started watching My Little Pony because of him, and he’s also the reason I started watching the Vlogbrothers and subsequently began reading John Green’s books. All this sharing has sort of helped us grow closer, and it’s given us a language of inside jokes and quoted lines that makes us feel closer than we might ordinarily be. We may have been apart for the last three years, but we can still quote a line from an old show like ReBoot and feel like we’ve still got something in common.

Of course, what really sort of matters is the initial sharing, because it’s a long moment of anxiety. When you share a movie or a show with someone, you spend half the time glancing sidelong at the person next to you, hoping they’ll laugh at the parts that made you laugh, that they’ll feel the same things you felt when you watched it for the first time. It’s probably even more of an anxious thing when you share a book, because you’re reduced to constantly asking how far they are and what part they’re on and you know if you ask too often you’ll look like an obsessed weirdo, but at the same time what else are you supposed to do? You get anxious when they start looking at their phone or not watching the screen, because does that mean they’re bored? Are they still paying attention or are they just sort of pretending for you because they’ve done this before too and they know how it feels. It’s so hard to tell, but we do it anyway, because we hope.

I think sharing things is a part of being a person, and it’s one of those few components of normal personhood that I’m not actually terrible at. I like sharing things, because it means I can share something more generally with other people. I think part of the reason I’m such good friends with my last college roommate is because we both loved the crap out of Doctor Who, and I got to be there when she watched some of my favorite episodes. And yes, my relationship with my siblings is probably a bit better for the things that I’ve shared with them. It’s always a nice feeling.

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To be honest, I don’t know what to write about this episode. If life were simpler, I would just write “it’s perfect” and be done with it, because that’s honestly what I think about it. I mean, I’ll agree that the plot isn’t Steven Moffat’s absolute best, but who gives a damn about that when the emotional core of the episode is so sound that I’m brought to tears just thinking about it? It’s an episode of television that is both perfectly heartbreaking and wonderfully uplifting, and it’s nothing short of a perfect ending for the story of Amy Pond, because it hinges on that choice that has always followed and defined her character: Real life or Doctor life?

What do I love about this episode?

I like that it uses the Weeping Angels pretty effectively and manages to make all statues everywhere even creepier than they were before. I know a lot of people complain about the Angels being “overused”, but seriously? They’ve featured in three stories. I realize they aren’t as creepy as they were in Blink, but there is still a fundamental scariness to them anyway, and Moffat utilizes that to great effect here. Plus, they make good antagonists for the sorts of timey-wimey stories that Moffat loves, and he uses them well, in my opinion.

I love everything about Amy and Rory and what they weather and the choices they make for each other over and over and over again. Amy’s relationship with “her boys” has been core to her character, and here more than anywhere else we see just how much Rory means to her–more than the Doctor, more than his promises, more than that life of adventure he carries around with him. “Together, or not at all.” Here, more than anywhere else, we see how much Amy loves Rory, and we see how much she has changed and grown as a character. This is the girl who ran away from her own wedding in her first episode. And she ends it all by facing one of her biggest fears on the off chance that she will see her husband again. She has grown /so much/, and it’s amazing and wonderful to see that onscreen and I really couldn’t think of a better place to leave Amy’s character.

I love that Amy and Rory got a happy ending. The unfortunate tragedies of RTD’s companions have always grated on me a little, and I just loved, so much, that Amy and Rory lived their lives together for near-on fifty years, and they were happy. I know we didn’t get to see any of it, and that it hurts because they left us so suddenly and so quickly, but the point is, in the end, that they were happy. They weren’t hurt, and while they lost their life with the Doctor, they didn’t lose each other, and that’s all that matters. (I’m sure they didn’t lose River, either. She totally visited them with her vortex manipulator.) (At least right up until she told them about her new expedition to the Library and okay if I go on I’m going to cry some more.)

I loved seeing River Song again. It was fun to just have her along for the adventure again, especially since she was basically the focus of the arc last series. I liked seeing her and the Doctor interact, seeing that they are both still wonderfully and messily in love. I love that we got to see her with both her parents, and I love that she was there for Amy at the end (though it breaks my heart because she had to be brave and keep it together because the Doctor was totally losing it, and she says it doesn’t matter about losing them, but it does, and I just have a lot of feelings about this character, okay?).

Honestly, I love everything about this production in general. The writing is great, the acting is great, everything is great, and as much as this episode breaks my heart, I cannot help but love it because it breaks my heart, because it does what it sets out to do so amazingly well. The shots of New York City and Central Park are gorgeous. The shots that were done in studio and around Wales somewhere are just as gorgeous. The episode takes me by the hand and leads me along, and it does what Moffat’s episodes have always done so well: it breaks my heart, and then it makes it better.

We lost Amy and Rory, yes. But they didn’t lose each other, and they didn’t lose their happiness together. They got their happy ending, even if it wasn’t the sort of ending we might have envisioned for them, and I think they did their best to help the Doctor with his loss, or at least Amy did with her Afterword, which is one of the most amazing and heartbreaking scenes in an episode that is nearly bursting with them.

I think, more than anything, I love the very last scene of the episode. I love Steven Moffat’s sleight of hand, I love that Amy’s story ends at the beginning, I love that Amy wants the Doctor to remember all the wonderful things they did together, to not focus on losing her, on her inevitable death, but on her life and what she did with him and how they helped and changed each other over so many years of their lives.

I don’t care what the haters say. Steven Moffat writes beautiful things, and this is one of them, and I will love it no matter what.

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Rose Tyler was the first companion of the Doctor Who revival, and for quite a long time, she was also the longest-serving companion of New Who, making significant appearances in 30 episodes. (She was later beat out by Amy Pond, who appeared in 32 episodes before leaving the Doctor in Series 7.) It is therefore not at all surprising that she remains pretty consistently popular in the fandom–for many fans, she is the first companion, one who probably had a lot to do with their growing attached to the show to begin with.

I understand this mentality completely, but of course, it’s not going to surprise you to learn that I have a few beefs with Rose Tyler–namely how she was written later in her run, and furthermore some of the attitudes her fans have towards newer characters and regarding Rose herself, despite the fact that she’s officially been off the show for nearly seven years now.

So let’s get started, shall we? (more…)

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I have not been having a great week, to be honest. I’ve accomplished very little, I’ve spent more time asleep than awake and doing things, and I feel like everything I’m trying to do just sort of falls apart the moment I take an interest in it. I’ve also got an annoying headache at the moment, and I honestly just want to take a sleeping pill and go to bed and not worry about anything for the rest of forever. Because honestly all of that would be preferable to staying awake and feeling sorry for myself about everything. I mean really.

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I did watch the rest of Young Justice in the small hours this morning. After thoroughly spoiling myself on TV Tropes, because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been able to make it through the last five episodes without knowing what was going to happen. IT WAS STILL TERRIBLE AND I HATE THAT THE SHOW IS OVER NOW AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT BECAUSE CARTOON NETWORK FREAKING CANCELLED IT. And of course when I say all of that I mean that it was all pretty brilliant and made me cry too much.

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I don’t know what else to write about this week. I am doing really poorly on getting everything done this week, and I don’t know what is going on with my brain this week. Part of that I suppose is that I’m trying to adjust from being back from vacation, and that I’m trying to adjust to having another person in the house ALL THE TIME, and that I had to deal with my monthly ladypains this week, which always throws me off my game anyway, and it’s just been exceedingly difficult to accomplish anything is what I’m saying, all right?

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All of that said, I am going to keep writing because that’s what I do. I am going to try, again, to do things tonight because I feel like trying should count for something, but unfortunately trying doesn’t mean a checkmark on the calendar. And then again at the same time I shouldn’t feel bad about not getting stuff done, but I do that anyway because I suppose that is just how my brain works. But I will try anyway, because as ever I am an enormous glutton for punishment and what else is new, really. What happens, happens, I guess.

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I also caught up on Community in the small hours this morning as well. I’m liking this season pretty well so far, though it’s taken some different directions, particularly with Jeff confronting his dad (interesting to see it was okay and then wasn’t and how Jeff handled it) and the whole subplot with Chang, who, thanks to the most recent episode’s stinger, I am assuming is a mole for City College. There isn’t another new episode until next week, though, so we’ll have to wait and see how that pans out, I suppose.

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Somehow things will get better. The weather will finally warm up and I can stop shuffling around the house in a blanket. I will finally, actually watch that stack of movies next to my television and reshelve them with the others. I will catch up on my shows and start doing TV Round-Ups on Mondays again. I will watch The Angels Take Manhattan, cry incessantly, and put a review of it up on Friday. I will keep writing about my various Doctor Who opinions, because people seem to like reading about them. I will do things. And everything will get better somehow.

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