Why Hello There

I've recently diagnosed myself with a disease that I made up called Obsessive Obsession Disorder, or OOD for short, which brings me straight into my first obsession: Doctor Who.

Now, anyone who has watched Doctor Who on a regular basis since 2005 (or has at least seen a select few David Tennant episodes) knows of the Ood. They are a future slave race to humans and come from the Oodsphere. I personally believe that they are some of the most adorable aliens in existance, at least when they aren't being controlled by some evil, external force. Such as Satan, for instance.



But that's beside the point. I started watching Doctor Who with Matt Smith from the other room when my dad was watching in the spring, but I had no idea what was going on. Therefore when I saw Doctor Who reruns listed on BBC America and decided to watch it, I was wondering where the Doctor was and why the skinny man in the suit was acting like he was in charge. Easy enough mistake to make. Later my dad decided that I was just enough of a geek to appreciate Doctor Who and he filled me in on regeneration, the TARDIS, etc. etc.

So in July I bought the first four David Tennant episodes off of itunes for entertainment on a 10 hour long busride to Indiana. I can never sleep on busses, trains, planes, cars, or anything that moves. So I had to work very hard at four in the morning not to wake 30 people up when I was watching Christmas Invasion and the Doctor stepped out of the Tardis and spoke to Rose.

The Doctor: First things first; how do I look?
Rose: Different
The Doctor: Good different or bad different?
Rose: Just... Different.
The Doctor: Am I... Ginger?

Seriously, I was tired. I was laughing so hard people thought I was having a seizure or something, not that they really cared.

Of course, it all started again moments later.

Sycorax Leader: I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!
The Doctor: I DON'T KNOW!!!

Sorry for boring you with my many memorized Doctor Who quotes. I generally save that pleasure for my friends.

Anyway, I actually have many loves, most of them magical, even if there is some sort of made up scientific explanation for them, and I look forward to completely driving many poor people who stumble upon this blog mad.