I don’t know about Eleven. I mean, I definitely don’t not like him. But I don’t know if I don’t not not like him. You know?
Allow me to start at the start. I’ve somehow found myself obsessed with Doctor Who. Well, alright, maybe not obsessed. Perhaps more like…
No, I’m lying, I’m pretty hardcore into it currently. Which makes me a bit ashamed of myself. I started with Torchwood. That consumed my life for about two months. Then, because I wanted to see where Jack came from, I moved on to Doctor Who. And I hated it at first. Then, the episode “The Empty Child” came. I promise, it wasn’t just because it was Jack’s Grand Entrance. That episode was pretty awesome.
And from there, things started looking up. Wasn’t a huge fan of Nine, absolutely could not stand Rose, but I kept watching. And kept watching. And then I was finished with all the episodes of the revamp available. It took me approximately three days. Then I just kept watching them. At one point, if the TV was on, it was broadcasting either Torchwood or Doctor Who. I learned episode names. I had a favorite companion (*cough*Donna*cough*). I actually joined a LiveJournal fan community. I don’t know how this happened. It’s like blackout addiction.
Now, here I am, watching the newest season and engaging in discussions about Eleven, how he compares to previous doctors, how I have the earlier Who in my Netflix queue…I clearly need some new show to dive into because this is just getting sad now.
Or possibly awesome, I don’t know.