Goodbye to Ten - The Doctor We Loved Too Much

If there is a 12 Step Recovery Program for surviving the loss of a favorite Doctor -- no, not the guy who hands out Z-Packs like candy -- the Doctor, THE Doctor -- then sign me up. I've already taken the first step and admitted I have a problem.

Like the Kennedy assasination and 9-11 (too soon?) I remember what I was doing that fateful day in the autumn of 2008 -- cyberstalking David Tennant on YouTube -- when I heard Tennant announce those terrible words: "When Doctor Who returns in 2010 it won't be with me."

Blimey. The bastard's leaving us.

Well, it had to happen sometime. Nothing that good -- especially in Television-Land -- lasts forever. Heck, if you get a decent show for 7 years, the minimum for syndication, you're doing pretty well.

Regeneration is an essential element in the Doctor Who narrative. All canon begins and ends with regeneration. But this time, with this Doctor, there was no sweetness in the sorrowful parting. With his final words, "I don't want to go," this Doctor said through his tears exactly what millions of blubbering fan girls and boys around the television watching planet were saying: We don't want you to go either.



So it's 2010. It's over. Under the full moon on New Years Day, the 10th regeneration of the last Time Lord of Gallifrey -- my Perfect Ten -- lost his life but will live on with a shorter jacket, a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.

What are the Tenth Doctor's last words?

What are the Tenth Doctor's last words?
Wednesday, November 18 2009, 1:00am EST

By Ben Rawson-Jones, Cult Editor

The Tenth Doctor's wildly popular stint in the Tardis is almost at an end. The moment has been prepared for, with Whovians already stocking up on tissues in preparation for a very emotional Christmas in front of the telly. But what will the Time Lord's final words be? Russell T. Davies has suggested that the last letter he wrote for the character is 'n', so on that basis here is some random speculation on what might be said just before David Tennant bids adieu…


"Ood Sigma - you could have warned me that my 'song' was 'Barbie Girl' by Aqua. Where's the shotgun?"
*The Doctor 'does an Adelaide'*


"Martha, when you told me you had crabs I thought you were talking about some kind of sexual infection..."
*Martha morphs into a Macra and devours The Doctor*

"Mustn't blink. The Weeping Angels are closing in. (Sniffles) Damn, why do Time Lords suffer from hayfever too? I suppose it is summertime on Gallifrey. Has anyone got any Triludan?"
*Involuntarily shuts eyes as he goes to sneeze and is killed by Weeping Angel*

"Allons-y Alonso! My time is almost up, but what a fantastic time it's been. New beginnings await. Just do one last thing for me Donna Noble - destroy every tweed suit and bow tie you can find in the Tardis. Now! I don't want my next incarnation to look like a moron…"

"Mickey Smith, I'll never forgive you for being eaten by that rubbish bin..."
*The Doctor suffers double cardiac arrest from laughing too much*


(After watching Donna unzip her forehead and advance towards him menacingly)
"I thought all that gas was down to HRT. All this time - you were a Slitheen..."

"Jackie Tyler, I can no longer hide my true feelings for you. Do you want to have the ride of a lifetime? Go on, go on, go on!"
*Doctor suffers massive internal damage and regenerates after Jackie whacks him with her handbag*

"I never did manage to visit Barcelona after all. Thanks to Ken Livingstone and his Freedom Pass I spent most of this regeneration stuck in bloody London!"
*Snuffs it*

(A trip to Gallifrey to meet the revived Time Lord race yields a strange encounter)
"It can't be. I thought this device was only the stuff of legend. No Rassilon, no. Not the mind probe! Nooooooo! Noooooo! Nnnn..."


(Following a member of the Sycorax chopping his left hand off)
"This other hand - this is my fighting hand!"
*Sycorax chops off his other hand*
"Damn!"
*Regenerates, regrows limbs and reaps revenge*

(To Sarah Jane Smith, as he lies dying)
"Promise to shoot me between the eyes if I have the same taste in clothes as my sixth incarnation..."

(After going for a curry to celebrate saving the universe from The Master)
"Hmmm. Something didn't taste right about that keema naan..."
*Starts convulsing. Perishes from food poisoning*

http://www.digitalspy.com/cult/s7/doctorwho/news/a187284/what-are-the-tenth-doctors-last-words.html

Cats Think They’re So Damn Smart

Cats think they're so damn smart with their nine lives and their always landing on their feet trick. Oh yeah? Well if cats are so smart, then why am I the one with the biggest ball of string? Huh? Answer me that, Homer!

Cause I Made Up Mind, I'm Keeping My Vaio.

I've spent the past couple of days cleaning the C drive on my outdated but beloved Sony Vaio, Estelle. Yes, I'm a PC.

AOL, which I've used since 1992, is virtually useless these days as a loaded program because it's now on the Internet all prettified and free for all to use. So two days ago I deleted the software and in the blink of an eye an entire gigabyte of space and then some fell right onto my lap, free as a bird, sporting a bright and shiny 'To Let' sign.

This morning I retrieved an additional 600 MBs getting rid of Hotfix Uninstallers that until today I knew not of.

It's not that I'm opposed to getting a pretty new Vaio notebook. I like shiny new toys as much as the next person. It's just that I really don't need a new PC. There is also a little thing called Gigapocket Explorer I love to bits that lets me watch and record TV while I'm working or playing online.

Gigapocket Explorer, I'd miss you the most.

And besides, I have 50 gigs of virgin harddrive I've just been using as a closet that's sitting unused and unloved on the D Drive waiting around for something fun to happen.

So for now I'm keeping my Vaio. I just saved $2 Grand.

I'm so happy.

I'm Changing My Career Path

I have completely changed my career path. I am now working towards creating my own successful romantic-comedy so I can sign Simon Baker to play my love interest.

I only wish I had thought of this sooner.

Now That I Have A Blog, Whatever Do I Say?

This blog is under development ... which as we all know is webpage code for, Okay, smartie pants, you've signed up for a weblog, now what do you have to say for yourself? Honestly, I haven't quite figured out if the stuff of my life is even interesting enough outside the boundries of my circle to bother to publish on the webernet.

So for now, until I can think of something at least half way interesting to say to the world, I'll let this paragraph or two stand as my the opening volley to what I hope will be a blog worthy of the time one would take to read.

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