I love Dr. Who. I watched the series when I was a kid, thanks to PBS, and I was addicted from the first episode. Okay, I can't quote the dialogue. But I refuse to believe that makes me any less a Whovian. And, yeah, I actually know that's what Dr. Who fans are called. I'm such a geek.
All over the world, we're counting down to the Easter start of Dr. Who. New baddies, old baddies revisited, new places, people, and time. I can't wait! It's like torture waiting for the new episodes, especially when you consider the last one was the Christmas special, and before that it ended in June. That's practically a year! Okay, more like ten months, if we don't count the December episode (what a tease!), and the waiting is so hard. Think excruciating.
So, in celebration of the upcoming Dr. Who series (as they call seasons in Britain), we started watching Dr. Who (the new ones) from the first episode. What's so great about the show is we can watch it with our kids. It's just scary enough to satisfy the "yikes!" factor one likes, and sci-fi/fantasy enough to satisfy the other. It's a great compromise for my family, since our kids are old enough to watch more adult style shows, but are still too young for a majority of prime time television.
Anyway, I'll stop sounding like a reviewer and go back to fan girl. Dr. Who is coming!!!! Just thirteen days until we get to see The Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory, and the Tardis, and River Song! Yippee!!!