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Taking a break from marathoning Old Who today. (Gotta keep those Netflix disks moving.) Think I'm just about ready to declare Three to be my favorite Classic Doctor. Then I thought about who I would choose with New Who. There's a bit of a problem there since if you choose Nine, then there's the danger of winding up in the "Ten sucks" camp. But if you choose Ten, you'll find yourself in lumped in with the David Tennant rabid fangirl camp. So...I choose neither. I love them both for very different reasons.
So then I thought, maybe I should have a "my Doctor." Many people do. Quite often it's the Doctor you first saw, but not always.
One would immediately be disqualified for suddenly napping.
Two would run away at the thought of becoming *anyone's* Doctor.
Three would give me a wink before stripping the room of any and all parts.
Four would prop his feet up and shift his hat over his head, waving me away.
Five would throw someone else at me and split.
Six would tell *everyone* to fuck off, in a very PG way, of course.
Seven would tweak my nose and pat my head before wandering off to see what Three was doing.
Eight would smile and nod, before running off to get everyone tea.
Nine would give a quick, "uh, no," and immediately start taunting Six, just for the hell of it.
Ten would give me the etymology of "my" and "doctor," and then turn his attention to "duck" for some reason, which would make him think of waterproofing and the last time he took the TARDIS underwater and what a pain in the ass that was, although the people were nice and the food was bloody fantastic, including the ham with a nice honey glaze, which was surprising since everything was under water and you'd *think* that there'd be no taste under water, but you'd be surprised what you can do when you're wet.
Forty minutes later, no one would remember what they were here for, and I'd be back to square one.
And now, back to the DVDs.
So then I thought, maybe I should have a "my Doctor." Many people do. Quite often it's the Doctor you first saw, but not always.
One would immediately be disqualified for suddenly napping.
Two would run away at the thought of becoming *anyone's* Doctor.
Three would give me a wink before stripping the room of any and all parts.
Four would prop his feet up and shift his hat over his head, waving me away.
Five would throw someone else at me and split.
Six would tell *everyone* to fuck off, in a very PG way, of course.
Seven would tweak my nose and pat my head before wandering off to see what Three was doing.
Eight would smile and nod, before running off to get everyone tea.
Nine would give a quick, "uh, no," and immediately start taunting Six, just for the hell of it.
Ten would give me the etymology of "my" and "doctor," and then turn his attention to "duck" for some reason, which would make him think of waterproofing and the last time he took the TARDIS underwater and what a pain in the ass that was, although the people were nice and the food was bloody fantastic, including the ham with a nice honey glaze, which was surprising since everything was under water and you'd *think* that there'd be no taste under water, but you'd be surprised what you can do when you're wet.
Forty minutes later, no one would remember what they were here for, and I'd be back to square one.
And now, back to the DVDs.
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I really do have trouble choosing a favorite, I think because they are all so different. (But yet still the same.)
Yet, in the end, the Doctor is the Doctor, and in whatever form, he'll always be my Doctor. =)
Yeah, I think this is where I am too.