Happy Birthday Doctor Who!

Hello my fellow Whovians!

There’s no need to explain why I’m FINALLY blogging today. It’s a momentous occasion for the Whoniverse and all in it. 🙂

IT’S THE 50TH ANIVERSARY OF DOCTOR WHO!

*yay*  (to put it lightly since it would be nearly impossible to express how excited I really am about it.)

Today is the day to don our fezzes, light up our sonic screwdrivers, adjust our bowties, tie our converse on and eat fishcustard– with a banana of course (what’s a party without  a banana? that’s right! not a party at all!)

Even though this is the day the fandom is exploding like Van Gogh once predicted, I shall not be entirely joining you all on this shindig.  (which makes me really sad).

Why? might you ask am I not joining with the festivities?

Well, I bought a ticket to go see it in theaters on the 25th, and I’m not going to let myself get a single drip or drop of a spoiler. Meaning that I won’t be talking about it with the rest of you when it happens and I’ll be in a lag sort of stage when I finally get to say my own thoughts about the whole thing.

But I’m still really excited and I find it really difficult remain sane over the next couple of days.

On the up side though, I’m going to go see it with my brother who I don’t get to see very often, and really, the only other avid Whovian in the family! we get to fangirl/boy together! YAY!

So, I shall bit you all farewell until the 25th when I will come in screaming with “ASDFGHJKL;”  and “I CAN’T”s whilst dancing in circles.

Farewell my friends!

I’m sorry I can’t join you on this epic thing. (it makes me sad, really) just promise not to have figured everything out by Monday and be done with the excitment. Ok? ok!
Until then, goodbye!

 

 

Daily Dose of Feels.

Remember how the Tenth Doctor’s catch phrase was “Allons-y” which meant “let’s go” in French?
Do you remember his last words? “I don’t want to go.” 

Now, do you remember Eleven’s catch phrase “Geronimo”? Ya know, the battle cry of fearlessness to jump into every situation and take it by the horns?
Do you also remember what Moffat said would happen in Eleven’s last episode? He said that he would be scared of regenerating and changing.

He’s going to be scared.

I’ll just let you think about that.  

A Forecast for the Upcoming Weekend in Whovianland

Well, well, well
“The clock is striking twelve” and fandom emotions are currently pretty quiet, but there seems to be a stirring of excitement and electricity as the weekend approaches. Why might you ask?
The new face of the Doctor has been found and will be revealed for the first time this Sunday.

I must say, I’m quite excited, but I’m also a little bit nervous. The fandom is on the edge of explosion. This is the calm before the storm. Enjoy these last few moments of peace before everyone explodes into their rants of excitement, nervousness, hatred, love, dread, admiration, of the new face of our beloved Doctor. (I also don’t think it would be too much to expect another wave of sorrow and mourning for Smith. *sobbing*)

The overall forecast for Whovianland: Expect some bumpy weather in the next few days, Friday should be pretty still, Saturday, expect a few early showers of excitement and anticipation, mixed with anxiety. Sunday, well, get your umbrellas out cause it’s gonna be a stormy day. Buckle your seat belts and get your typing fingers ready  to shoot out your own thoughts of the new face as the news is spilled and everyone’s ideas pour out onto the internet. Good Luck.

If you want to hear it for yourself, here’s what BBC America has to say.

Geronimo!!

PS. I have one last parting thing to remind you all of.
Remember: No matter what face the Doctor has, he has, and always will be the same Time Lord we all love and adore. There may be several faces, but it’s the same hero. All regenerations are generated equally. Love the Doctor. Even if you may not love the face of the Doctor at this exact moment, or the one you see on Sunday, just do your best to simply love just the Doctor, because that’s who we all love. (and eventually, this new face will probably snatch your heart away at some point in the future anyway.)
In Moffat we trust.