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It is Who Day! And while I am still surrounded by boxes, and I am carless in the 'burbs where one needs a car to get anywhere at all for another week, I am also here. So I'm sitting here with my cup of coffee realizing that I can just sit here today and wallow in MY SHOW pretty much for the first time since the season started. I need to sit down and rewatch the earlier episodes before I can say anything coherent about them that is not OMGSQUEESQUEESQUEEEEEEEEE. They have been my island of happy in a sea of stress this last few weeks. I do believe I have a bit of mostly general companion rambling in me, though, so here we go
Donna...OMG DONNA. She is everything I wanted this season in a companion and more. I really am a companion whore more than anything else when it comes to this show. The Doctor is my touchstone, the constant (even with different faces), and I adore him beyond reason...but it's the companions (note the plural please) who OWN MY SOUL, and Donna is rocking her place on the TARDIS hard, yo. Martha continues to make me ridiculously happy with her awesome, I don't think I will ever get tired of her on my screen, and though part of me still really wants another season of Martha on the TARDIS, I gotta say...I find myself a bit in love with the notion of her as a long term, but earth based recurring. The thing is, now that we're on number three (four if you count Astrid)...I find that the rapidly rotating companion thing actually works for me in terms of Ten. That his relationships be short and intense, but not ones he can hang on to...it fits. Post time war there isn't really, a constant for him to grab on to. How could there be? He is the only thing left that (except perhaps Jack) that exists in the kind of time frame that is his reality. Rapidly cycling companions bring that home, but also pin down what I really believe is the best way for him to deal with that and not go completely mad. He's got to live in this moment as much as he can, because one year or fifty, it's all just a moment when forever (or close enough to) is stretching out in front of and behind you. That's the constant. That's the thing. That in this moment there are people and places and wonders that are never quite the same as that moment, and if you try to hold on too tightly to any one, if you forget to live now, you miss it all. Loss has to be part of that, and I don't know how much of that could happen with one steady companion for Ten. It's like..bad metaphor time...the difference between trying to hold on to handful of sand and getting your palm all gritty and raw and failing, instead relaxing a bit and of enjoying the feel of it running over your fingers because that's what sand does. Um, or something? Whatever, I haven't had deep thoughts in awhile...I'm rusty. I am, at this point, actively looking forward to the return of Rose. When I'm not paying attention to the wanky freakshow that fandom tends to turn things into, the idea of seeing her again in this broader context of the role of companion is exciting. My greatest hope is that the meeting between Donna and Martha is a strong indicator of things to come. How much would I pay to see Rose, my Rose, not as a source of conflict and pain, but standing shoulder to shoulder with, linked all the way back through time, of glorious moments, of lives well lived and loved and lost. Not lost to despair, but to life. I would pay a lot.
So that's what I'm thinking about this morning with my coffee instead of actually unpacking boxes.
Donna...OMG DONNA. She is everything I wanted this season in a companion and more. I really am a companion whore more than anything else when it comes to this show. The Doctor is my touchstone, the constant (even with different faces), and I adore him beyond reason...but it's the companions (note the plural please) who OWN MY SOUL, and Donna is rocking her place on the TARDIS hard, yo. Martha continues to make me ridiculously happy with her awesome, I don't think I will ever get tired of her on my screen, and though part of me still really wants another season of Martha on the TARDIS, I gotta say...I find myself a bit in love with the notion of her as a long term, but earth based recurring. The thing is, now that we're on number three (four if you count Astrid)...I find that the rapidly rotating companion thing actually works for me in terms of Ten. That his relationships be short and intense, but not ones he can hang on to...it fits. Post time war there isn't really, a constant for him to grab on to. How could there be? He is the only thing left that (except perhaps Jack) that exists in the kind of time frame that is his reality. Rapidly cycling companions bring that home, but also pin down what I really believe is the best way for him to deal with that and not go completely mad. He's got to live in this moment as much as he can, because one year or fifty, it's all just a moment when forever (or close enough to) is stretching out in front of and behind you. That's the constant. That's the thing. That in this moment there are people and places and wonders that are never quite the same as that moment, and if you try to hold on too tightly to any one, if you forget to live now, you miss it all. Loss has to be part of that, and I don't know how much of that could happen with one steady companion for Ten. It's like..bad metaphor time...the difference between trying to hold on to handful of sand and getting your palm all gritty and raw and failing, instead relaxing a bit and of enjoying the feel of it running over your fingers because that's what sand does. Um, or something? Whatever, I haven't had deep thoughts in awhile...I'm rusty. I am, at this point, actively looking forward to the return of Rose. When I'm not paying attention to the wanky freakshow that fandom tends to turn things into, the idea of seeing her again in this broader context of the role of companion is exciting. My greatest hope is that the meeting between Donna and Martha is a strong indicator of things to come. How much would I pay to see Rose, my Rose, not as a source of conflict and pain, but standing shoulder to shoulder with, linked all the way back through time, of glorious moments, of lives well lived and loved and lost. Not lost to despair, but to life. I would pay a lot.
So that's what I'm thinking about this morning with my coffee instead of actually unpacking boxes.
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