Doctor Who Withdrawls

You want to know what is really sad? Tonight I finished episode 13 of season 5 of Doctor Who. Do you know why that's sad? Because Netflix doesn't have season 6 yet, so I can't watch Doctor Who unless I watch the 1960's stuff. Not really into the oldies yet.

When Chris Ecclestone left the show, I admit I was sad. He was quirky but I hated Barty Croutch, Jr. so David Tennant seemed like a cheap replacement for the Doctor. Then I realized that David Tennant is an amazing actor and I really enjoyed his portrayal of the Doctor. I also loved the chemistry between him and Rose. Yea, that tore my heart out when she got sucked into the time vortex thingy and the two of them couldn't be together. My wife cried. I just sat in stunned disbelief. I just kept saying over and over, the Brits don't know how to do TV. So, is that why you can't stop watching it?!

If I thought Chris Eccelstone leaving the show was terrible, I was a mess when David Tennant left. I mean, I was numb. Who could replace him? Certainly not the kid doctor Matt Smith. My wife won't even look at the screen when he's on. She will only listen. Now that's true devotion. So what am I supposed to do now. No more Doctor?! Yikes! Perish the thought. I'm even missing Amy. That's saying something. Now there's no new American Pickers on. Top Shot's not on yet. I guess I'll have to watch Merlin. I'm even thinking of watching old Star Trek: Next Generation reruns. Wow, that's desperate. Maybe I'll start doing something new, like blogging, or reading books. Nah!