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The Internet is Lava No More

26 Nov

Spoiler alert

This is not a drill

If you have not seen the Day of the Doctor, then run for the hills. (And then watch Day of the Doctor)

Now then.

Where were we?

Oh yes.

How many times did I die during that episode?

Twelve.

“No sir! … Thirteen.”

DO YOU GET IT

"No sir, all thirteen."Goosebumps.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa*cough*

Sorry. Review. Got it.

This moment right here represents a very real and present problem for me –

I love the idea of Peter Capaldi as the Doctor.

I do not love the idea of Matt Smith ever not being the Doctor.It’s a vicious cycle made up of emotional dependence on fictional people.

But this moment – this moment really was amazing. Thirteen doctors in one scene. Thirteen doctors in one season would have been impressive, let alone a thirty-second time slot with each Doctor helping teleport a planet. I admit, I’m not entirely sure how they made that work, but hey, it’s Doctor Who, and some things you just have to let happen.

Like how some guns are manufactured to shoot perfectly formed, perfectly spaced letters into a wall.

Sure, that’s a thing.

But these weren’t the only things worth mentioning in this episode. Every scene with more than one Doctor was absolutely stellar; to be perfectly honest, I felt like I was just reading some really, really fantastically well-written fanfiction.

Because this sort of thing doesn’t just happen in canon, does it?

APPARENTLY SO

I have to say, one of my favorite scenes was the three Doctors in the Tower of London together, 10, 11, and 8.5(?), discussing timey wimey and the mechanics of a wooden door.

And, of course, Clara.

actually figuring out the mechanics of a wooden door.

By the way, let’s talk about Clara. At this point in her life, she has already saved the Doctor’s life. Dashed herself into confetti versions of herself and spread them about the Doctor’s timeline to save every single Doctor. And in this episode, she saved Gallifrey.

Clara saved Gallifrey.

I mean, of course, the Doctor is the one[thirteen] who did the marvelous timey-wimey spacey-wacey thing that hid Gallifrey in some obscure pocket universe, but Clara convinced him to. Clara has saved not only the Doctor, but literally EVERY LIVING TIME LORD.

*slow clap*

Wait, while we’re already slow clapping, let’s add this scene to the list of slow-clap worthy moments.

*slow clap*

*accompanied by euphoric sobs and murmurings of “Gallifrey falls no more!”*

Before I close out, I must say, I liked 8.5 way more than I thought I would. I never thought I’d dislike him, but I certainly never expected him to be fantastic, and I was pleasantly surprised. And his victorious “Gallifrey stands!” stood up quite well to all the other Doctors’ catchphrases.

Speaking of new Doctors, if you’ve been downwind of the internet in the past forty-eight hours, you may have heard the calls for Kate Osgood (also known as Scarf Girl) to be the next companion of Peter Capaldi’s Doctor. They seem like they would make a charming pair, but with so little known about Twelve or Kate, maybe it’s too soon to speculate.

“too soon to speculate” she said to the Doctor Who fandom.

I’M KIDDING YOU GUYS

Go crazy with those speculations, I want to hear all of them.

And hey! *raises screwdriver*

Here’s to the hundredth anniversary!

*To Be Read in River Song’s Voice*

22 Nov

Spoilers.

Long before the word “spoilers” conjured up a mental image of one of my favorite time-traveling companions, it meant what is has always meant – foreknowledge of a subject that, as indicated, spoils it.

I’ve had far too much experience with this particular delight.

A lot of it was my fault, like the time I begged my sister to tell me why she was so depressed at the end of Mockingjay, or when I knowingly watched “Turn Left” from series four of Doctor Who before I even started season three.

Of course, spoiling has also just been due to unfortunate happenstances, such as when my sister and I tripped over some Doctor Who series seven plot points the day of the season premiere, and that one time when I accidentally did anything on the internet before reading The Fault in our Stars.

Seriously.

I still haven’t gotten around to reading that book, but, somehow, I can quote it for days.

All this to say, I don’t usually do enough to stay away from spoilers, what with the internet existing, and my priorities being all out of order. But a problem has arisen that requires me to play a little game I like to call “The Internet is Lava.”

If you had a childhood, you can probably guess how this game is played. Just for reference, it’s just ever so slightly less enticing than its eponymous schoolyard counterpart.

In any case, the problem that made this game necessary is as follows: I’m going to miss the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary episode. Now it’s not quite as bad as all that, I am still seeing it, as a theater in my town has graciously made it possible for me to see it three days later on Monday night.

I will be dressing up as Eleven and attending with my gorgeous friends Wasp and Invisible Woman, and my lovely [and tenaciously patient] mother. You could say I’m kind of excited.

I’m stupid excited.

But the fact remains that that is three days after every other fanboy and girl with BBC or BBCAmerica has seen it, reviewed it, gif-ed it, story-boarded it, and fanfic-ed it.

And for me, the internet, until that third day, will be a yawning pit of seductively available foreknowledge.

Dangerous thing, foreknowledge.

So between Saturday and Tuesday, I’m going radio silent as far as internet is concerned.

And when I get back, if the past is any indicator, you’ll know me from the all-caps declaration of how many times I died during the episode.

What about you all? Are viewing parties in the works, or is anyone else planning to play the internet is lava with me?