Basically, I was flipping through the channels one evening and happened across an interesting show with a snarky time-traveller, a blond girl, and a very flat “human” on a ship with other creatures preparing to watch the Earth explode. I couldn’t pass it up, and watched until the end. I saw it was called Doctor Who. I thought it was different, intriguing, and cool, but I forgot when it came on and lost touch a bit.
However, for the next year or so I caught this episode and the Father’s Day episode almost exclusively (this happens to me a lot with tv shows, I’ll always catch the same episode…) and then I lost touch for a few more years.
….Until I was at my mom’s with BBC America and happened across a new episode of Doctor Who during a marathon. There was a very handsome Doctor with floppy brown hair and a bowtie, and he absolutely stole my heart. I did absolutely nothing for the rest of the day except watch… I couldn’t stop, even when it started repeating the ones I had already seen. After all, how can anyone NOT love the Vincent Van Gogh episode? And the rest is history… or future. Or both. Both is good.
Now I’m completely hooked (more like obsessed), own way too much Whovian gear/toys/t-shirts, draw fan art and write stories. It’s been fun and I’m looking forward to so much more (although I have claimed Eleven as my own. Sorry ;) )
He can smile for sure, I love your smile Steven :)