Vomit

When I turned two years old my uncle gave me a cassette tape for my birthday.

It was one of those prerecorded songs that used to be popular I guess- they would record it with a bunch of different names so you just buy the tape that says CHRISTINA and wham! Instant personalized birthday gift.

So the one my uncle got me was one about a space traveling alien who knew it was my birthday and was going all over the universe to find me the perfect present. 

He sang as he visited all of his extra-terrestrial friends who it turned out were all useless in finding me a freaking present- so he just decided to sing me a song... about not finding me a gift... this guy was a just not a good friend.

"HEY CHRISTINA! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! TODAY!"

I'm sure I was expected to be delighted by this spaceman and his endeavors but when I heard the song, I immediately started crying.

I was legitimately afraid of this spaceman and WHO WOULDN'T BE!?!?! 

In part of the song he goes to one of his alien friends who has the voice of SATAN and asks if he has a present and he is all "UM NO I HATE CHRISTINA AND I WILL EAT HER BONES!!!!" 

He definitely didn't say that but he might has well have.

Then this spaceman fool tells me that he will be OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW tonight saying Happy Birthday- HOW ABOUT NO! 

I found the tape again when I was in high school and listened and I still felt the fear from when I was little- my poor uncle didn't mean to scar me for life but that tape was the beginning of my fear, my biggest fear- ALIENS.

I remember a few years later, I was perhaps five. My parents were watching a special report on Alien Abduction. 

After that I never left my room after bedtime. Even if I had to pee there was no way I was going to be beamed up by those little green jerk faces while I was on the loo.

We went on a family vacation when I was six to Universal Studios, back then the ET ride was still there. While on the ride you were on the bike and flying around different scenes from the movie. At the end before ET went home (good riddance I say) he looked right at me, pointed his lighted up finger and said " CHRIIISTIIIINAAAA"

And I flipped a lid. 

My parents are still apologizing for that. Apparently you could give a name to the operators for ET to say. They did not inform me of their mischief, thought it would be a surprise. More like a living nightmare.

It's ironic that most of my favorite media features aliens heavily- but I'm not afraid of the silly Doctor Who alien of the week creatures- I'm talking about the mysterious type of aliens. The ones who you don't see much of, who take you away, who implant crap in your nasal cavity.

"Signs" is still the scariest movie I have ever seen. It's also one of my favorite movies (settle down I still loathe M. Night for what he did to Airbender but still he made one of my favorite movies- THAT IS JUST LIFE!) 

Anything alien can usually set me off- my usual reaction is VOMIT. If I looked out my window right now and I saw a UFO land in my front yard I'm pretty confident I would actually vomit before just.... you know... dying.

Have you seen " The Fourth Kind"?

It's pretty horrible, just a badly made film when it comes to story and characters who we can relate to and care about, BUT those aliens in that piece of crap is the EXACT type I vomit over. I didn't sleep for two weeks after seeing it- I just lay there in the dark with my eyes closed completely convinced that ALIENS WERE EVERYWHERE AROUND ME. 

It's irrational and it's ridiculous but I can't turn my brain off or make it be mature- it just wont. It's like my brain is a masochist but so am I.

I watch Sherlock and Doctor Who.

My New to Who Tale and other Timey Wimey musings

I blame my old housemate Bre for this change in my life. Actually it’s a whole new life- my life before the Doctor was NOTHING!

We were house mates in college and she kept being all DOCTOR WHO THIS AND DOCTOR WHO THAT BLAH  BLAH BLAH.

Before one winter break she handed me her flash drive which had Ninth Doctor season and said JUST WATCH!

So reluctantly I did.

And reluctantly I kept watching.

And suddenly I was addicted.

When Chris left I was DEPRESSED to say the least, but I had to have MORE!

So I went on youtube and luckily they had New Earth ( I had no idea about Christmas Specials so I watched Christmas Invasion later). I started watching again reluctanly because I was like WHO IS THIS SKINNY KID AND WHAT MAKES HIM THINK HE CAN BE THE DOCTOR!?!?!?

Five minutes in.

JK I LOVE YOU DAVID!

Anyway… it’s Bre’s fault so no matter how much she pisses me off sometimes I can never hate her because she gave me The Doctor.

So thanks Bre.

I think the best example of someone discovering Doctor Who is in Community when Abed watches the first few seconds of Inspector Spacetime and he says 

Doctor Who is more than just a TV show that I love. It is something that I crave- I have withdrawals if I don't have some type of Doctor related stimulus in front of me every 12 hours or so.

Sometimes when my friends ask me what the show is actually about I have nothing to say because if they aren't going to take the time to find out for themselves then I'm not going to bore them with what will turn into a two hour explanation that they will just forget most of. It really is a personal experience because The Doctor means something different to all of us.

Some Whovian's mourn the writing of Davies and some thank the Time Lords that Moffat has taken over.  Personally I love both of these men. 

Thank you Russel T. Davies for bringing me The Doctor and making me fall in love with him. 

And thank you Steven Moffat for keeping him alive in ways that are unexpected and brilliant.

NOW I am not saying either of these men don't have flaws in their writing but I can be grateful to them even with my or your issues with how they run the show.

I love this show so much that it could revert to cardboard Daleks and a soundstage and I would still be loyal to it.  

Watching Doctor Who is not like just watching any other show- it deserves attention and it deserves devotion. It deserves hours of your life gone from fan fiction reading/writing, fan art making and Tumblr scrolling. It deserves your tears and your laughter.

It DEFINITELY deserves more than just a sound bite at the London Olympics- I mean how many flipping times does he have to save you fools to get some recognition? C'MON!

There is no way to really describe how this show has changed my life, it's not like I was depressed before hand- I just had this ubknown HOLE IN MY HEARTS... two hearts... count them.

YOU WANT TO MATE!?!?

Let's talk about companions.

More specifically companions of the Doctor.

Even more specifically my favorite companion.

Donna THEBESTEVER Noble.

I have to admit the first time we met Miss Noble, I was hesitant, we had just gone through a life changing event. ROSE WAS GONE! WE JUST LEFT HER THERE ON THE BEACH! WE DIDN'T EVEN FINISH OUR SENTENCE! 

Well I finished it. 

Doctor: And I suppose if it's the last chance for me to say it, Rose Tyler...

Me: I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So we are back on the TARDIS basically with our hearts ripped open and bleeding rose red all over the console when there she was.

WHAT?

Donna SHEROCKSSOCKS Noble. (almost looks like Sherlockssocks)

The original ginger in a wedding dress. (Sorry Amy)

WHAT?

He says WHAT? a few more times.

Here is the deal with Donna. She is loud. She is mean but she is also perhaps the kindest companion thus far. She stands up to the Doctor about his frequent BS and like he says about her many times.

SHE SAVED HIM. 

I didn't know I missed Donna until we saw her again in "Partners in Crime". After a hectic and depressing season with Martha (none of that her fault; that is another post) it was kind of a sigh of relief moment when the Doctor saw her through that window.

David and Catherine have a very special kind of chemistry, one that goes beyond romantic. 

I've heard people say Donna is like the Doctor's sister but they get confused as a couple so much that feels weird. I would say they are the perfect example of best friends. 

Donna is my favorite because I think I would be most like Donna, I relate to her the most, her demeanor, her sense of humor, her insecurities, not so much for her love of black men.... I do prefer the skinny pasty british man... the kind that will give paper cuts when you hug them.

It's a more bitter than sweet ending for us with Donna. Also for The Doctor to have to leave her behind- I'm sure he thought he had found his new Rose but without all those pesky romantic feelings. 

Donna SHEISBETTERTHANYOU Noble.

"No stupid martian is going to stop me from getting married. To hell with you!"