Old Doctor, New Doctor

I didn't mean for this to be my first post.

But hell, the Doctor has a way of interrupting things, doesn't he.

I've been a Doctor Who fan since I was in high school, back before the Interwebs, my dears. That would be about 1982.

I've been through Regenerations. And if you don't know what that means to a female, it means PAIN. It means a male that you've gotten attached to is leaving you.

I've been through Tom Baker regenerating. Peter Davison regenerating. Paul McGann barely having a chance to breathe, for God's sake. And Christopher Eccelston, despite my "I'm not getting emotionally involved with another Doctor, oh DAMMIT he's regenerating".

None have been as hard as David Tennant's regeneration. Okay, none other have involved red wine, but I'd like to think that's an anesthetic, to dull the pain I know is coming.

Somehow I'd missed the "Specials" that David Tennant's Doctor produced between his RSC jobs, and I ended up buying them on DVD from -- where else? Amazon.com. I'd put off watching them, because I knew he'd regenerate at the end.

But tonight, BBC America premiered Series Whateverthehellnumberitis with Matt Smith. And I needed to move on with my tv-viewing life.

So I watched all the specials, and sobbed through The End Of Time parts I and II. OMG, having the Doctor revisiting all of his companions before he regenerates is DEATH, stretching for 15 minutes. And of COURSE, Rose had to be last. If you've watched Doctor Who in the past 4 years, you know. I sobbed like an immediate member of my family was dying.

On to Matt Smith. God help him if he wants to replace David Tennant in my (fickle) sci-fi heart.