But until then, you should know that I have watching Doctor Who as often as possible. (Which isn't as often as I'd like. I'm only on Season 5 episode 1). I just finished Season 4 this afternoon and I'm not ashamed to say I cried like a baby. Between Wilfred and the Doctor and Martha...yep, I cried like these people were real.
When the episode was over I was convinced that there was no way anyone could fill David Tennent's shoes. Before I even started Season 5 I was looking at Matt Smith like, "This guy...???"
Then this happened:
I yelled, "HELL YEAH!!!" at the tv when Matt Smith proved that not only is he more than capable of being the Doctor but that he is a BAMF!!! I'm officially excited to get into the 11th Doctor. And you know how I feel about gingers, so I'm already loving Amy Pond.
GAHHHH!!! I love this show. I think it's safe to say that I'm a Whovian. My geeky love for this show is unabashed. And whenever I make it to ComicCon and meet whoever is playing the Doctor at that point, I will weep Tardis shaped tears of joy.