Doctor Who Meme Day 4
Day 4: Favorite Doctor
Now, no ranting, raging, sputtering or spitting, especially spitting because that’s rude.
This is a more hair-pulling question than I would have liked, mostly because I have no problem seeing each Doctor as the same man. So, really, how do I pick one out of the three I’ve seen? Simple, really, after the hair pulling stops. Go for sentimentality. Eleven was my first Doctor.
To make a potentially boring story short, I happened to catch The Eleventh Hour on BBC America during a short marathon of about four episodes in anticipation of the fifth episode airing the following week. Decided to watch it because I was horribly bored and wanted something to watch while doing dishes. Ended up forgetting about dishes, glued to the couch instead.
Eleven, you oddball. <3
He was just so weird. I found myself intently listening to everything he said even though most of it made absolutely no sense. His character was-is-, plainly, fascinating. Fascinating enough for that horrible oxymoron.
And then the bow tie. God. Bow toes are cool? Who thinks bow ties are cool? I was gone. Gone forever. The final straw. All thanks to Eleven and his freaking bow tie.
We won't discuss the fez.
Now, no ranting, raging, sputtering or spitting, especially spitting because that’s rude.
This is a more hair-pulling question than I would have liked, mostly because I have no problem seeing each Doctor as the same man. So, really, how do I pick one out of the three I’ve seen? Simple, really, after the hair pulling stops. Go for sentimentality. Eleven was my first Doctor.
To make a potentially boring story short, I happened to catch The Eleventh Hour on BBC America during a short marathon of about four episodes in anticipation of the fifth episode airing the following week. Decided to watch it because I was horribly bored and wanted something to watch while doing dishes. Ended up forgetting about dishes, glued to the couch instead.
Eleven, you oddball. <3
He was just so weird. I found myself intently listening to everything he said even though most of it made absolutely no sense. His character was-is-, plainly, fascinating. Fascinating enough for that horrible oxymoron.
And then the bow tie. God. Bow toes are cool? Who thinks bow ties are cool? I was gone. Gone forever. The final straw. All thanks to Eleven and his freaking bow tie.
We won't discuss the fez.