Friday, March 25, 2016

Rebecca Blogs Fan X - Day Two

FAN X DAY TWO ROCKED MY FREAKING SOCKS OFF. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING, OF COURSE. Remember yesterday when my recap was all of two minutes? This entry is not going to be anything like that.



I had the day off from work, and no other conflicts. Aww yis. The first panel I wanted to go to was Gillian Anderson at ten, so I showed up at ten. However they switched Gillian to eleven, and the vendor floor wasn’t open for us lowly multipass holders, so I jumped into the new ten o’clock panel, which was William B Davies and Mitch Peliggi, both of whom were on X-Files. I knew Mitch from Supernatural (I hated his character) and William B Davies was the main villain of X-Files, known only as the mysterious Cigarette Smoking Man, or CSM. Although I wouldn’t have made this panel a priority, I’m glad I went. William Davies impressed me; he’s one of those classy old actors you kind of want to be your great-uncle.
William and Mitch
Highlights from this panel:

William Davies thinks that CSM was actually the protagonist of X-Files, and has a theory that explains why Mulder is the antagonist.

Mitch likes to get in twitter fights with people.

Asked what role they wish got more attention, William Davies paused, then said, “When I was twelve I played Aladdin. I think you should have seen that.”

Question: What was your favorite part of filming X-Files? William Davies: “The convention in London where I met my wife.” Mitch: “OKAY no mine is where I met my wife on set too. [to Davies] You stole my line.”

It was a great panel. NOW it was time for Gillian Anderson. (I already knew that I was going to be in the ballroom, where these celebrity panels take place, for the next four hours, so I was bunkered down for the long hall. Granola bars and Gatorade.)
While I still haven’t finished X-Files (I think I left off somewhere in the third season), Scully is one of my favorite strong female characters. Girl knows what’s up. I have a sticky note on my desktop that says, “Dana Scully would not put up with this disrespect” to remind me to stand up for myself sometimes. Of course I was excited to see the actress who brought her to life.
Because I’m a dork even at Comic Con, I brought a notebook to take notes, so I can come home and write in my diary/blog about everything that went down. In the first five or ten minutes of Gillian's panel I just wrote, "Holy hell this is awkward."

I don’t know what Gillian was on, but it was something. She was unfocused and rambling, which I have seen in celebrities before *cough* Jonathan Frakes *cough*, but it was odd to see her in such a disheveled state. It’s odd to hear Scully dropping f-bombs. However, she did pull it together more as time went on, and gave us gems such as, “Even if you’re an alien you can still do good work.”

Highlights of this panel:

“Scully would vote for Hillary, Mulder would vote for Bernie, and Cigarette Smoking Man would vote for Trump.”

“I don’t like talking to people in general.”

“Once I was in a music video where I watched robots having sex. *pause* A day in the life.”

A fan told her, “Hey, I love some of your work!” She flipped him off.

A little girl was asking a question, and her sister stood beside her, cosplaying a Dalek. Gillian was obsessed with this Dalek costume, and wouldn’t answer the question until the sister told her more about the costume, and why she was wearing it. Gillian asked the girl why she was at Fan X, and this happened:

Little girl: “Our family likes to come here to have fun. When our dad found out you were going to be here he absolutely freaked out.”

The audience exploded with laughter. Gillian had the dad stand up and wave; it was hilarious.

All in all Gillian reminded me of Carrie Fisher, who is not of those celebrities you should go up and talk to in Starbucks, which is fine. They’ve been doing this for so many years, and you can tell that they’re jaded now. I get that. But Gillian is doing great work for charity, and auctioned off the actual t-shirt she was wearing at the end of the panel. She got a thousand dollars!

Next was Alan Tudyk. 

Friends, if you ever have the chance to go to an Alan Tudyk panel, freaking do it. This was my third time seeing Alan speak, and he is by far my favorite panelist. He interacts with the fans, tells crazy stories, and gives out random things he found at his hotel/house/wherever. He calls it his Bag of Sh!t, and it’s aptly named. Items given out today include: A copy of the New York Times, a letter from Warner Brothers congratulating him on a pilot he filmed, and a contact from his left eye. It’s always a rollercoaster with Alan.


Highlights of this panel:

Someone screamed, “We love you, Wash!” when he came out. Alan said, “They could be saying, “We love you, comma, wash. You smell.’”

“I should have known. A leaf on the wind…… is dead.
Question: Who was your favorite person to work with on Con Man?
Fan, screaming from audience: You can’t pick yourself!
Alan: *looks confused*
Moderator: They say you can’t pick yourself.
Alan: Oh. I thought someone yelled, “Cam Pickersell,” and I was trying to remember who that was. “Yeah, Cam Pickersell, he was great.”

Fan asking question: You’ve had so many roles—
Alan, interrupting: Dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, so many cinnamon rolls……

Giving a fan an empty manila envelop marked “ATTN: Alan Tudyk,”: I did give it my attention. Now you can give it your attention. Put whatever you like in it. Sandwiches. Swatches of fabric.

Talking about his producer: “He keeps my brain free of actual knowledge.”

Alan saw Something Rotten on Broadway!!

Talking about being naked on set once, “It was fun for the first five minutes, then it was horrible. I mean, why was Accounting on set?!?!’”

He said Comeuppance would be a band name. Alan Tudyk and I both come up with band names. I’m so glad we have this bond.

The best story: At a convention in Ontario he told the crowd that there might be a second Firefly movie because Nathan Fillion had mdae some comment to that effect, and then his inbox exploded with his people being like, “WHY DID YOU SAY THAT???” He had an email from Joss Whedon (the creative genius who wrote and directed Firefly) that said, “I hear we’re making a movie. Can’t wait to read it. Who’s directing it?” Alan makes the best panicked reaction faces ahhh.



 “I hate to get Google alerts about me, because I know the people at Lucas Film (he’s in the Star Wars Rogue One movie) are getting the same alerts.”


YOU GUYS LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRANSCRIPTION OF THE ALAN TUDYK PANEL SHOULD BE IN THE HIGHLIGHTS HE IS ALWAYS A PRIORITY.

After Alan was Summer Glau, who is a tiny, gorgeous, woman who could beat me up and I would thank her. She’s so hardcore in all her film roles, and then she tells she can hear her baby saying, “Mama” from off-stage and your heart just melts.

Highlights:

She agrees with xkcd that a RiverTam Beats Up Everyone movie needs to be made.

Forget Batman v Superman, I want a Deadpool v River movie.

She told several stories about how incredible Joss Whedon’s dialogue is; how did he get so talented and when do I get to meet him? Any time I hear a Whedon actor talk I fall more in love with him.

“I’d never seen the Terminator films, but I think they are part of America.” Her inflection there made this line hilarious.

Next up, George Takei. Now I feel like he’s more of a facebook presence than anything (I promise you have at least four friends who constantly share George Takei posts), but he was Sulu on Star Trek. He was great; his smile could power a small sun. After the initial roar of applause died down he said, “Well, isn’t this a hotbed of geeks and nerds?” That was the moment I fell in love with him. 

I want him and William Davies as great-uncles, stat. The first fifteen minutes he did as a speech, a breakdown of why Star Trek was so important to the country when it came out, and why it has endured for the last fifty years. Then he took questions from the fans.

Highlights:
He did the infamous “Oh my” that Howard Stern uses on his show. I hate Howard Stern but even he can recognize a good thing.

When a fan greeted him in Spanish he responded, and they exchanged a few words in Spanish. Then George said, “Should I answer in Spanish? No, we don’t want to shame the monolinguals.”

He spent some of his teenage years in an internment camp, and hearing him talk about that was very powerful. In yesteryear we were afraid of the Japanese, now the tide has turned against the Muslim population. America, we wrongfully imprisoned thousands of our citizens once. Let’s not ever do that again.

George says that Star Trek: The Undiscovered Country should be called Captain Sulu to the Rescue, and notes that Sulu’s ship, the Excelsior, is larger than the Enterprise. He described Kirk as “the aging captain of the Enterprise” ahhaa I love it.

The best part of this panel was when he was asked about the commercials he’s done for Taco Bell recently. The fan asked if he had tried the food he was advertising and George immediately went, “They’re fantastic! Have you tried them? They’re so good! Where is the nearest Taco Bell? You all need to go to Taco Bell. After you leave this convention, you all need to inundate Taco Bell.” I was dying. Later in the panel the staff put “#NearestTacoBell” up on the screens and I died again. It turned out #NearestTacoBell was trending because of us. It was made better for me by the fact that the dude who asked the question was sitting in the row behind me, and he was mortified. “Why did I ask that?!?” I know that feel, bro. #NearestTacoBell

After my five hours of straight panels, I was ready to get out of that ballroom. I headed onto the vendor floor to spend my allotted souvenir budget. THERE’S SO MUCH. I bought art, and keychains, and seriously considered some Gandalf socks. I want to buy all of the original art!!!!!! And there are thousands of pins, weapons, masks, games, toys, anything and everything geeky under the sun. It blows my mind. 

During this time I ran into a Spike cosplayer; I've only ever seen a handful, but this one was on point. I immediately had to ask him for a picture, and even that ten second interaction with a cosplayer left me blushing for minutes. You know that character that you always have been and always will be hopelessly in love with? Spike is that for me.

Not pictured: My flustered blushing

After my shopping extravaganza and break (like I said yesterday, there comes  a point where you need to silently stare at a wall for a while), I went to the latter half of a toy collecting panel. I have zero interest in toy collecting, but they were doing a raffle, and I won a free comic book! I now own my first ever comic book!! Another area of nerdom may be about to open before me.

I watched the first half of the Chandler Riggs panel. I stopped watching Walking Dead when I stopped dating the guy who watched it with me, because watching murderous zombies without someone to cuddle with is something that appeals to me exactly zero amount. Carl was never my favorite character anyway, and it was odd to see such a young celebrity. His hair is out of control. 

He does, however, like the bad joke “CORAL” meme, which I thoroughly approve of. Yelling, "CORAL" (which is how 'Carl' sounds with Rick Grimes' accent) was my favorite part of the show.


Next was the Awkward Encounters with Celebrities panel, which was hilarious. One guy told a story about how his parents met Donny Osmond, and he told them he liked their baby. Then Donny Osmond saw the parents fifteen years later, in the same restaurant, and asked how their baby was doing. Donny do you live in an Olive Garden

One reporter was doing a red carpet interview at a Star Wars premiere and George Lucas kept heckling him, “Don’t believe this guy, he’s lying.”

At Sundance someone made fun of Val Kilmer by calling him a cowboy and he was not impressed.

One girl almost got hit by Arnold Schwarzenegger’s limousine, and he offered to buy her a new bike.

It was a fun panel, is what I’m saying.

That was my last panel of the day; I did another walk around of the vendor hall to get an idea of anything I might want to pick up tomorrow (it’s not an impulse buy if you plan ahead) and then drove home.

When I got home there was tons of pizza and also PUPPIES. MY ROOMMATE HAD A PARTY AND RENTED PUPPIES. THIS DAY WAS ON FELIX FECLIIS.  Pretty much the only way to keep me from retreating to my room at a party where I know where very few people is to introduce puppies to the party. I petted all four of those puppies, and tried to take selfies with them, with limited success. Puppies do not like to take selfies.

What a day. I love Comic Con, but I’m glad it’s only twice a year, for three days at a time. I was exhausted when I left. I stand by what I’ve often said, though, which is that everyone should come for at least one day, once. It’s a different country, man, but it’s such a great country.

The girl is making the same face I did.

The Force Awakens Leia cosplayers give me life

That feel when your favorite politician is even showing up at Comic Con



Rebecca Blogs Fan X - Day One


On my list of "Reasons Not to Kill Yourself," fan conventions will always feature, right after "There's always another musical to audition for" and "Sometimes you get to eat pie with people you care about." (Wow, did that start out bleak or what? I think I'll stick to the prepared material from now on.)


 This is my fifth convention (I can't believe it's been two years since James Marsters told me I had a great smile!) and I feel like I'm becoming a pretty experienced con attendee, at least here in Salt Lake. Maybe that means it's time for me to start cosplaying, as I'm sure that adds a bunch of new rules for how to Comic Con correctly.

Since tonight's recap is super short (I was only there for three hours), I'd like to start with a few things I've learned about the Salt Lake Comic Cons.



1) You cannot do everything.

The faster you accept this, the happier you will be. Even with the three day multipass, there is a lot you aren't going to have time for. And that's okay!



2) You can do the things you make a priority.


Certain things are at the top of my list, and those always get done. If there is a panel I'm fascinated by, a celebrity I simply must meet, or a souvenir I HAVE to find, I will. My mom always says, "We have time for the things we make time for," and that's true here as well.




3) Prioritize your budget.


This one is like the first two combined: you can spend money, but not on everything. Decide beforehand whether you want your money to go towards celebrity autographs, original art, merchandise, clothes, etc. Allow yourself to buy things, but make sure they're the things you want most.




4) Schedule breaks for yourself.


Even Comic Con gets to be too much sometimes. By the end of the third day I am usually looking for a quiet corner to seclude myself in, speaking to no one. If you're going to be at the convention all day, make sure you're planning time where nothing is planned.




5) Take pictures!


My first con I took hardly any pictures. Make sure to document the crazy atmosphere that is a fan convention, especially the cosplayers! Don't be afraid to ask for pictures; in my experience people are flattered to be asked.



My cabbages!

Now that I'm done dispensing unsolicited advice, on to the first day of Fan X!



I showed up to the Salt Palace around five. I was going to go to a speed dating event, but they canceled because not enough guys showed up. Wheeee™. (I'm obsessed with the ™ symbol lately.) Ehh, it's fine. Instead I went to a live taping of a Star Wars podcast called Full of Sith.




Favorite quotes: (the panelists were all right up my alley)


"What do you think was the name of the cantina band? Maybe they were just whoever was sober in the bar."


"If Revenge of the Sith Anakin fought Return of the Jedi Darth Vader, Darth Vader would get rekt."


"We love entry level questions." (Man, I love experts who still connect with fans on the more basic level. One of the panelists described fandom as a buffet: you take what you want. I want to be one of those people who doesn't make people feel dumb while they're trying to get into something.)


"ET is basically a Jedi." (This led to a whole discussion about crossover between ET and Star Wars.)


The quote that really resonated with me was, "Don't begrudge someone their fandom." You know, if you didn't like a movie that someone else loved, there is no reason to slam on it in an effort to convince them that you are right. Let them love the thing. You can disagree about the thing, but let them have their thing. I think that's what conventions, and fan culture itself, is about, really.


After the podcast I walked around the vendor areas and Artist Alley. I'll be here ALL DAY Friday, so I was just getting the lay of the land tonight. Already so many things I want to take a second look at (although my souvenir budget is sadly limited this year; see number 3).




Thursday is the least crowded day for conventions, but the cosplayers were already bringing their A game. To no one's surprise, The Force Awakens cosplayers rae out in full force; I love it. Tons of Reys and Kylos. I even spotted two Matt the Radar Technician. (If you haven't seen this skit stop reading this blog and go watch it.)



"I heard Kylo Ren is shredded. That Kylo Ren has an eight-pack."


"I'm looking forward to having some real talk with some real folks."


Family cosplays are one of my favorite things, and I spotted several today.





#ParentingGoals
You can't see baby's outfit well, but this five star Finn is holding a baby dressed like BB-8.



Though I'm not over the moon about any of the celebrity guests this year (what will I do with the extra two or three hours I'd normally spend waiting in an autograph line?), the few hours I spent at the con today reminded me how glad I am they exist. I had a Really Bad Week, and this is the pick me up I needed. I promise that tomorrow's recap will be much longer and much more detailed. Friday is always the best day anyway ;)

Monday, February 8, 2016

Twenty Something

Last Thursday night I was sitting at the kitchen table eating Nutella out of the jar by the spoonful and stressing. I was taking a big science quiz, and I’d lost my internet connection. It was a one attempt kind of thing, and I was freaking out that my submission would be lost. I’d just been informed that rent was going to go up by fifty dollars a month, and my car’s “Check Engine” light had been on for two weeks.

“This is just like I thought it was going to be,” I thought. It was a sitcom scene: Rory Gilmore studies diligently while Lorelai replenishes her Nutella and probably there’s some dramatic love triangle in the background (it is a sitcom, after all). This is not to say that I felt awash with negativity. I just appreciated the quintessential “twenty-ness” of it all.

If you had access to a time machine of some sort, say, I don’t know, a TARDIS (I NEVER INTENDED TO GET DRAGGED BACK INTO THE DOCTOR WHO FANDOM BUT HERE I AM) and visited Powell High School circa 2010, you would’ve run into a socially awkward senior with really bad blonde highlights and a musical theatre obsession.

“Rebecca Waite, what do you think your life will look like at twenty-three?”
“Well, I’ll probably be married and maybe--”
“Nah, girl. Try again, but single.”
“Well, I’ll probably have graduated college, and--”
“Nah, girl. Try again, but still in school.”
"Oh."

Some days are pretty much what I would’ve predicted at eighteen. After finishing the test (my submission did count, thank goodness), I watched Netflix for several hours and made a Ninth Doctor/Rose playlist. I read a book and raved in my journal about how good it was.  This is the kind of social life I had in high school.

But in other ways, I am living a life more social than I ever thought I’d be. Last weekend I organized a Belgian waffle outing with five or six of my theatre friends. Bruges, in case you were wondering, has a one hundred percent approval rating in my book, and can absolutely cater my wedding. It was a joy; the ladies I've met at the theatre are simply the coolest. Snow was falling thickly and constantly, and my friend Andi and I didn’t feel like driving home in it. Instead we wandered around Barnes and Noble for a couple hours, because if you can’t go home, go to a bookstore.

This is exactly how I wanted it.

Or take this weekend. I wandered out of my room around ten thirty, intent on locating both Lucky Charms and some way out of my awkward date that night. (If you’re planning a lecture on how I shouldn’t accept dates that I’m not excited about, don’t bother. I already give it to myself all the time.) My roommate invited me to join some of the other girls of the house for brunch. Umm, yes. I am all about brunch.

Before getting brunch we talked about who we would choose to play us in the movie of our lives. I’ve been told that I look like Drew Barrymore, but my choice was immediately Felicia Day. Our appearances might not match at all, but our personalities certainly do. Anxious, prone to obsession, and geeky to the max? Umm, done. Conversations like that are what I’m about. I pulled out the book Felicia Day signed, and reminisced about meeting her. (Fan X convention is coming up next month I'm definitely going. Exactly how I would've wanted it.)

Birthday brunch with the roomies was a pleasure. Omelets, biscuits, and bacon, oh my! It’s a small thing, sitting a table in a crowded café, laughing at Barney Fife posters, reveling in honey-butter scones, and being an accepted member of a group. It’s a small thing to take selfies before getting seated and text them to each other. It’s a small thing for someone to say, “We really like having you around, Rebecca.” Small things. Small things that matter intensely.



This is exactly how I wanted it.

After brunch I went to the Oquirrh Mountain temple with Chrissy, one of my dear friends. I’ve been going to the temple every weekend, and it delights me. High school Rebecca never planned on going through the temple before getting married, but I’m endlessly grateful that I did. That gratitude extends to the women who have gone through with me: my mother, my grandma, my best friend, my temple prep teacher, my former Relief Society president—the list goes on. What a support system!



This is exactly how I wanted it.

Driving back from the temple while blasting my Killer Solos cd (because if you can’t be onstage in real life, be onstage in your car) could also be a scene from a young adult TV show. The awkward date had been canceled by the guy, and I didn’t even have to come up with a plausible excuse. It would’ve worked great for the end of an episode.

Yesterday I took one of my best friends to dinner at my grandparents’, and then watched Inside Out at her house. (If you’re wondering if it still makes me cry the fourth time, the answer is yes.) Her roommates have dubbed me their honorary fourth roommate, who will live in the invisible cupboard under the stairs. We talked about relationships and how one day I’m going to read her kids The Hobbit and entries from my journal.

This is exactly how I wanted it.

I’ve been hunting for inspiration in the world of writing, and had started to fear that it was going to be a dry well, and all I’d write for the rest of my days were self-obsessed essays otherwise known as a blog. Then, out of nowhere, three different storylines kind of attacked me, and I haven’t been able to let go of any of them. I feel like I have a story to tell myself, and that’s delightful. If I can’t be onstage right now (that is NOT exactly how I wanted it), I can have somewhere else to mentally escape to at the end of the day.

 I knew there were would be bad days and hard times. But the strong friendships that I have in Utah constantly amaze me. When I pictured my ideal life as a single twenty-something, I hoped it would be filled with activities and theatre and dates and a varied group of friends who did stuff with me. 

Somehow I achieved all of those.

This weekend was Exactly how I thought that young adults lived their weekends: bouncing from event to event, balancing school, friends, and romance. Do you know how seldom something is Exactly how I thought it would be?

This week also featured:
-A roommate saying, “Just the person I wanted to see! I’ve been wanting to watch a movie with you all day!” Another roommate and I laughed about Harry Potter fanfiction until there were actual tears in my eyes.

-Three friends texting me this 1970s Star Wars family photo. I love being associated with things in people's  (If only we could see Ben’s light-up Darth Vader sneakers.



-Making plans to see three shows that I’m very excited for: Gentleman’s Guide to Love & Murder, Drowsy Chaperone (MY HEART), and Pirate Queen.

-A coworker and I had a truly epic high-five. It was resounding. We could've ended our movie on that freeze frame. 

-My friend asked me to be her maid of honor. This is a huge honor for me; no one has ever asked me to be part of their wedding party.

-My dear friend had her first baby, and followed her dream of naming him after a fictional character. That is the kind of mom I absolutely want to be.

-My cubicle mates and I have christening our section of the office the WOLF PACK. (You have to capitalize it like that.) We printed out pictures of the world's coolest wolves; they now guard our workspace.

I have a daily walk work buddy. I get to eat dinner with my grandparents every Sunday. I have plenty of people who think I'm funny, smart, and important.

Victor Hugo said it best in my favorite Les Miserables quote:
“The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved—loved for ourselves, or rather, in spite of ourselves.”

My life is not what I thought it realistically would be. It is better. And that's due to the people I am lucky enough to surround myself with. Thank you.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Getting Attacked by Honey-Nut-Feelios

(This is a fangirl post I'm sorry I tried so hard to write a "real" post instead but this is what you get)

I learned last Thursday that Doctor Who was getting pulled from Netflix on February 1st. I haven't been a fervent Doctor Who fan for years; I fell off the fandom bus when Moffat took over and the show started being about manufactured moments and impossible backstory. I never got into Matt Smith's Doctor, and I left when Rory did. However, while my love has of late grown cold, nostalgia pricked my heart. Nine and Ten's seasons were good. True, I hadn't watched a Doctor Who episode in ages, but it was nice to know that I could, if I wanted to. My weekend became dedicated to a Doctor Who binge rewatch.


David Tenannt (Tenth Doctor) is the runaway favorite of most fangirls, and I was gearing up for the strong emotion that accompanied his seasons, specifically the Rose seasons. I was prepared for his dorky mannerisms (".....wellllllll"), constant energy, and hair. Oh, that hair. David Tenannt is one of my few celebrity crushes who isn't a middle-aged British comedian, and I thought I was prepared for the feels. 


That didn't work out so well. I never made it that far. Christopher Eccleston (Ninth Doctor) stomped all over my heart before I ever made it to David Tennant's episodes, and I was not prepared.


Nine owns my soul now, basically. He is a very understated Doctor, but it's PERFECT. His wit is so dry, but it kills me. I wasn't prepared for his sass, and I should've been. This is a rewatch. How could I forget???? Also, talking about Nine/Rose makes me want to claw my heart out of my chest and cry forever. NINE/ROSE YOU GUYS AHHH. I came in prepped to fall in love with Ten/Rose all over again, but Nine looks at Rose like she's spring in his lonely winter and he says her name like it's special LET ME DIE


I watched all of Nine's episodes in one day AND THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I ADORE ABOUT HIM. "Father's Day" holy freak the acting in this episode is out of control. "The Doctor Dances" no it's fine I didn't need my emotions anyway. Bring back this kind of Doctor Who, and I'll come back. I don't care about special effects, I care about characters. This season gets overlooked too often.





This is not to say that I stopped loving the Tenth Doctor or Ten/Rose. But David Tennant got three seasons and everyone adores him. He got two heart-wrenching season finales with Rose that couldn't help but make fangirls cry. He got iconic episodes like "Blink" and brilliant scripts like "Human Nature" and "Midnight." The special effects were better. He had varied companions. His Doctor was bouncy and charming and inherently lovable. I mean, he quotes Lion King in his first episode. 


And then you have Nine. Nine is undervalued. He's not viewed as being attractive or as funny as Ten. BUT THIS IS WRONG. Nine only gets one season, which is an absolute travesty to me. Nine is grumpy and harsh and clearly struggling with some combination of PTSD and depression. HE JUST LOST HIS PLANET AND ALL THE OTHER TIME LORDS AND HE THINKS IT'S HIS FAULT. Hell tells stupid jokes and tries to disguise his self-loathing. But he loves Rose Tyler with all that he is. 




Ten loves Rose too; they are basically a married couple. But Ten has so much. When he leaves Rose (don't even get me started on how Nine would've dealt with that situation), there is Martha. When Martha leaves, there's River.  He has Madam Pompadour and that maid on the Titanic and many others. Nine has nothing. Ten loves Rose, but he never had to fight for Rose's love. I think I fell in love with Nine/Rose more because Rose fell in love with this damaged, lonely Time Lord and made him believe in something again. AHHH MY HEART. The Ten/Rose episodes are adorable, but the Nine/Rose season is going to be my cause of death.





So I watched Doctor Who constantly until Netflix kicked me off around one in the morning on February 1st, and I remember why so many of us got obsessed with this show. If it was still like the early seasons, I'd still be. NINE AS THE DOCTOR FOREVER. He was always going to be "my Doctor" because he was my first, but upon rewatching I think I love him even more than David Tennant, and David Tennant was pretty perfect. And it really sucks to get re-obsessed with a show right as it gets pulled from Netflix. I'm having withdrawals. I need to finish the Donna episodes and then I need to start right on over again with Christopher Eccleston because I'M IN LOVE WITH HOW HE PLAYS THE DOCTOR.


 Talk to me about the Ninth Doctor, is what I'm saying. Please. I need an outlet for these feelings that have attacked my heart.



PLEASE WATCH THIS IT'S A NINTH DOCTOR/THE FORCE AWAKENS MASHUP AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED: