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Right, so now that I'm calm enough to do something other than flail, point, and squee lets move on to why I loved Doctor Who so much last night.
Okay, Martha. I *heart* Martha. Martha is marvelous. I had prepared myself for a new companion, but I was concerned I wouldn't bond right away on account of how much I love Rose. Then Martha showed up and all was good. I think it was not difficult because she's coming from such a different place than Rose was that I'm not finding myself comparing them at all really. Martha's spirit of wonder (pre-requisite to companionship) has this investigative flavor of "how does it work and why" that I absolutely adore. And I love that her skepticism comes not from "this can't be happening" but "okay, this is happening but I'm waiting for more facts before I determine exactly what *this* is". And once that determination is made it's incorporate and move on to the next question. The scientific approach to adventure. EEEEEEE. Also, on a shallow note....Martha is hella cute.
So. Rose was Rose and Martha is Martha...and the Doctor won't get to keep either of them for as long as he wants because his life sucks that way. Which brings me to the Doctor and the fact that I think he's finally gone completely stark raving mad. Crackers. Ten's manic tendencies have always edged right on the line of batshit crazy and as adorably funny as he was I got the sense he's stepped (or possibly taken a running jump) right on over that line.
"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness."
Quite possibly one of my favorite lines of the night. Because yes. I'm kind of stuck on the fact that he went straight to what he had to know could end in death (life depending on the Jadoon, or however you spell that, getting there before he was sucked dry or Martha figuring out what he'd done *and* knowing how to save him...which...pretty big variables even for the Doctor). 'Cause if the Doctor is kinda suicidal (and I'm not exactly convinced he is, just pondering) then that's exactly how he'd do it, joking about banana milkshakes and whatnot. I think it's more that he seems to have lost his center and is just pinballing around with no anchor. The Doctor does not do well alone. He might want to (see above re: his life kinda sucks that way), but he just doesn't. It'll be interesting to see how much Martha stablizes him and how.
Do I have more to say? I was sure I did and then I dissolved into a puddle of joy again. 'Cause...upside down rain! running! rhino faced aliens! on the MOON. How can that not make a person happy?
In conclusion, sonic screwdiver.
Right, so now that I'm calm enough to do something other than flail, point, and squee lets move on to why I loved Doctor Who so much last night.
Okay, Martha. I *heart* Martha. Martha is marvelous. I had prepared myself for a new companion, but I was concerned I wouldn't bond right away on account of how much I love Rose. Then Martha showed up and all was good. I think it was not difficult because she's coming from such a different place than Rose was that I'm not finding myself comparing them at all really. Martha's spirit of wonder (pre-requisite to companionship) has this investigative flavor of "how does it work and why" that I absolutely adore. And I love that her skepticism comes not from "this can't be happening" but "okay, this is happening but I'm waiting for more facts before I determine exactly what *this* is". And once that determination is made it's incorporate and move on to the next question. The scientific approach to adventure. EEEEEEE. Also, on a shallow note....Martha is hella cute.
So. Rose was Rose and Martha is Martha...and the Doctor won't get to keep either of them for as long as he wants because his life sucks that way. Which brings me to the Doctor and the fact that I think he's finally gone completely stark raving mad. Crackers. Ten's manic tendencies have always edged right on the line of batshit crazy and as adorably funny as he was I got the sense he's stepped (or possibly taken a running jump) right on over that line.
"You're quite the funny man. And yet, I think, laughing on purpose at the darkness."
Quite possibly one of my favorite lines of the night. Because yes. I'm kind of stuck on the fact that he went straight to what he had to know could end in death (life depending on the Jadoon, or however you spell that, getting there before he was sucked dry or Martha figuring out what he'd done *and* knowing how to save him...which...pretty big variables even for the Doctor). 'Cause if the Doctor is kinda suicidal (and I'm not exactly convinced he is, just pondering) then that's exactly how he'd do it, joking about banana milkshakes and whatnot. I think it's more that he seems to have lost his center and is just pinballing around with no anchor. The Doctor does not do well alone. He might want to (see above re: his life kinda sucks that way), but he just doesn't. It'll be interesting to see how much Martha stablizes him and how.
Do I have more to say? I was sure I did and then I dissolved into a puddle of joy again. 'Cause...upside down rain! running! rhino faced aliens! on the MOON. How can that not make a person happy?
In conclusion, sonic screwdiver.
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