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A Sad Sorry Story of a Life
Jan. 13th, 2007 01:55 pmThere was once a very young girl who thanks to the influence of her Who-obsessed father would run around screaming “exterminate.” Thankfully Doctor Who was cancelled before she was actually old enough to watch it and so she was saved from herself.
By the time “Because We Want Too” was playing on the radio she was fourteen and Prime TV was re-running first doctor episodes she was in thorough moody-teenager tinged denial she knew of the existence of the show and refused to watch.
Then, shockingly, Doctor Who was resurrected and she initially turned her noise up at it. But she made it past the farting aliens, the casting of a pop star she would rather not admit to having sort of liked back in the day and the fact the Doctor did not have a scarf and soon she was having an argument with her flatmate because the flatmate had decided on incredibly short notice to throw a party for her co-workers on the day Dalek aired.
Things were compounded the next year by broadband internet, livejournal and her discovery of wikipiedia and thus old canon but thankfully held back by her issues with Ten.
However, things have gotten progressively worse over the first few weeks of 2007 and now she’s miserable because she’s fourth (fourth!) in the hold queue at the local library for Genesis of the Daleks (though I’m in spot number one for The Hand of Fear) and she has come to the revelation that she can longer deny it any more, Doctor Who is now one of her major fandoms and that she has turned into her father.
I was doomed from birth, I tell you. Doomed.
By the time “Because We Want Too” was playing on the radio she was fourteen and Prime TV was re-running first doctor episodes she was in thorough moody-teenager tinged denial she knew of the existence of the show and refused to watch.
Then, shockingly, Doctor Who was resurrected and she initially turned her noise up at it. But she made it past the farting aliens, the casting of a pop star she would rather not admit to having sort of liked back in the day and the fact the Doctor did not have a scarf and soon she was having an argument with her flatmate because the flatmate had decided on incredibly short notice to throw a party for her co-workers on the day Dalek aired.
Things were compounded the next year by broadband internet, livejournal and her discovery of wikipiedia and thus old canon but thankfully held back by her issues with Ten.
However, things have gotten progressively worse over the first few weeks of 2007 and now she’s miserable because she’s fourth (fourth!) in the hold queue at the local library for Genesis of the Daleks (though I’m in spot number one for The Hand of Fear) and she has come to the revelation that she can longer deny it any more, Doctor Who is now one of her major fandoms and that she has turned into her father.
I was doomed from birth, I tell you. Doomed.
