It seems the best way to forget one's thirtieth birthday is to traumatize oneself. I spent Sunday basically feeling sorry for myself (my new birthdya tradition,) and then came Monday, and the flood of photos from Doctor Who Series 5.
For my last whine, I posted a pic of newcomer Matt Smith wearing what looked like the Tenth Doctor's clothing. It was just a glimpse, but enough to sadden me. Now we're getting good photos, and they're gut-wrenching. From the state of the clothing, Ten does not die easily and painlessly.
These photos, in particular, have been haunting me:
The first photo is from one of the final episodes, and Ten looks like he's in so much pain... The second one really kills me; it's that look of shock, and the tattered clothing you can see in both the second and third pictures. You can tell that what happened was severly traumatic.
I already dread holidays. I can tell I'm really going to find the upcoming ones depressing... and all because of a TV show...
By the way, I apologize for flooding you all with Doctor Who stuff. After a slow summer, the fandom is suddenly ramping up again with new appearances and the current star's departure imminent, so it's the fandom that's foremost on my mind. Interest in other fandoms, like Iron Man, will likely resurface later. Hell, I'd be shocked if my IM fangirl didn't pop up in 2010...