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Doctor Who squee, I finally have it back. Behind the cut, the new squee, and not at all squeeful whining about where the old squee went. With wardrobe spoilers, and discussion of new Who plus Torchwood as aired so far behind the cut.
OMG BOOTS AND A BOWTIE. I have been vaguely and theoretically excited about moving on to Eleven, but seeing the new pictures of the costume has brought back my CAPSLOCK SQUEE in full force. BECAUSE HOW ADORABLY DORKTASTIC IS THAT? And the new companion has dimples for crying out loud. DIMPLES. Between the two of them, the part of my brain that turns to flaily armed high pitched squealing at the sight of kittens and puppies has gone into overdrive, and I find the urge to reach through my computer screen and squish them both until they cry uncle overwhelming. It's relatively superficial at this point, but it is also representative of something I have back that I haven't had for awhile. Optimism regarding the Who universe and a real desire to continue on adventuring there.
I don't know that Moffat won't piss me off, or do things I'll hate. What I do know is that I really don't want to live in Rusty's world for certain. The thing is, I have been suspicious for awhile that he has only accidentally been telling the story of my heart. And, mostly I was okay with that, because I am a firm believer that the author is dead, and I don't give a flying flip what was intended as long as what shows up on my screen is what I love. Y'know, until Journey's End and getting sledgehammered in the face with canon that required such insane amounts of handwaving, headstanding, and pretzel twisting to stay in my world of Who that it was freaking exhausting. Not just for that episode but for ways it made me rethink the entire new series.
Children of Earth was pretty much the final straw in cementing what I think of RTD and his particular worldview. Weirdly, I actually ended up liking CoE once it settled in my brain, go figure. But it's not a story I would have ever actively wanted to seek out, and had the other accidental one not been present, I wouldn't have ever been watching in the first place. And, actually, I strongly suspect what I did like about CoE is probably also not the story he intended to tell, either.
I started to type out a whole rant here on what I pretty much hate about what I think is the story he does want to tell, and how he wants to tell it, but then I remembered the BOOTS AND BOWTIE, and the utter relief that if there are landmines to dodge in the future at least they won't be those particular ones anymore. Which brings us back to the RETURN OF THE SQUEE. And the new canon that has at least the potential to allow me to once again reshift the previous seasons back into 'the author is DEAD' territory and claim them back in the name of kittens everywhere.
It's put me in a rather odd position regarding the upcoming specials. On the one hand...I love Ten like COOKIES, and I really want to say a proper goodbye to him and my Tennant. On the other hand I don't actually trust RTD not to leave me twisting in the wind again. On the other, other hand he can't actually permanently damage the universe and it is being handed over soon, so if any handwaving and pretzel twisting is required it might actually be kind of fun to see how I can fix it in my head one last time. On the other, other, other hand I'm finding myself kind of sad that instead of bouncing off the walls with excitement over a last chance to romp with my Ten, I really am viewing them as...marking time to the changeover.
But I am bouncing in excitement. Because Adorable Team Tardis on the way, off to have adventures in time and space and I get to go with them. The Doctor is dead, long live the Doctor. And? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
OMG BOOTS AND A BOWTIE. I have been vaguely and theoretically excited about moving on to Eleven, but seeing the new pictures of the costume has brought back my CAPSLOCK SQUEE in full force. BECAUSE HOW ADORABLY DORKTASTIC IS THAT? And the new companion has dimples for crying out loud. DIMPLES. Between the two of them, the part of my brain that turns to flaily armed high pitched squealing at the sight of kittens and puppies has gone into overdrive, and I find the urge to reach through my computer screen and squish them both until they cry uncle overwhelming. It's relatively superficial at this point, but it is also representative of something I have back that I haven't had for awhile. Optimism regarding the Who universe and a real desire to continue on adventuring there.
I don't know that Moffat won't piss me off, or do things I'll hate. What I do know is that I really don't want to live in Rusty's world for certain. The thing is, I have been suspicious for awhile that he has only accidentally been telling the story of my heart. And, mostly I was okay with that, because I am a firm believer that the author is dead, and I don't give a flying flip what was intended as long as what shows up on my screen is what I love. Y'know, until Journey's End and getting sledgehammered in the face with canon that required such insane amounts of handwaving, headstanding, and pretzel twisting to stay in my world of Who that it was freaking exhausting. Not just for that episode but for ways it made me rethink the entire new series.
Children of Earth was pretty much the final straw in cementing what I think of RTD and his particular worldview. Weirdly, I actually ended up liking CoE once it settled in my brain, go figure. But it's not a story I would have ever actively wanted to seek out, and had the other accidental one not been present, I wouldn't have ever been watching in the first place. And, actually, I strongly suspect what I did like about CoE is probably also not the story he intended to tell, either.
I started to type out a whole rant here on what I pretty much hate about what I think is the story he does want to tell, and how he wants to tell it, but then I remembered the BOOTS AND BOWTIE, and the utter relief that if there are landmines to dodge in the future at least they won't be those particular ones anymore. Which brings us back to the RETURN OF THE SQUEE. And the new canon that has at least the potential to allow me to once again reshift the previous seasons back into 'the author is DEAD' territory and claim them back in the name of kittens everywhere.
It's put me in a rather odd position regarding the upcoming specials. On the one hand...I love Ten like COOKIES, and I really want to say a proper goodbye to him and my Tennant. On the other hand I don't actually trust RTD not to leave me twisting in the wind again. On the other, other hand he can't actually permanently damage the universe and it is being handed over soon, so if any handwaving and pretzel twisting is required it might actually be kind of fun to see how I can fix it in my head one last time. On the other, other, other hand I'm finding myself kind of sad that instead of bouncing off the walls with excitement over a last chance to romp with my Ten, I really am viewing them as...marking time to the changeover.
But I am bouncing in excitement. Because Adorable Team Tardis on the way, off to have adventures in time and space and I get to go with them. The Doctor is dead, long live the Doctor. And? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.