grumble

I’ve spent the last year certain that I no longer cared about Moffatt-era Doctor Who. I’ve been bitter about not being able to be excited about the 50th anniversary. But I was walking home tonight, listening to Elon geeking out on TWIBRadio, and I realized: I’m going to be watching this thing. It’s just a fact. The sun will rise tomorrow, and I’ll watch Doctor Who.

Now I suppose I should go read the summaries from Season 7 on Wikipedia or something.

Damn it.

(I also watched The Night of the Doctor. Yes, I can see why Paul McGann has fans.)