For various reasons, it was a very hard thing for me to get through and watch this. Part of me wanted to "sit it out". But I knew that later, however rough things are now, that I would come to regret it if I didn't.
I've been watching Doctor Who for a very long time and I've been blogging about the show ever since it first re-started in 2005, back when a lot of us had to bootleg it across the Internets after transmission in Great Britain.
I can't abandon something just like that, something I've come to care for and appreciate so much. Something that I've been thankful has been there. No matter how hard it becomes. No matter how painful it is to face. When you love something, you stay with it even if you grieve at times You endure for it.
I can't leave something wonderful and then just ignore it as if it never happened.
So I need to say something about the Fiftieth Anniversary special, "The Day of the Doctor".
Here it is:
It was perfect.
Absolutely, fantastically perfect.
I can't think of how this mega-special story could have been any better.
And I especially loved "the Curator" at the end.
This is a story that actually gives me personal hope, about things past and things still to come.
I needed to see this.
Thank you, Steven Moffat, Matt Smith, David Tennant, Jenna-Louise Coleman, John Hurt, Billie Piper, William Hartnell, Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee, Tom Baker, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann, Christopher Eccleston... and that one fellow who's eyes were the only thing we saw.
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