Last Christmas left a conflicted sensation upon viewing The Time of The Doctor. I felt a little deceived in expectations, but set this aside to enjoy the closure of the 11th Doctor, Matt Smith. It wasn’t as emotional for me as the 10th Doctor’s (David Tennant) farewell. 10th’s goodbye was a ride on the Texas Giant, best left for one to experience than rely on any description. It took time for me to come around to the 11th Doctor, but I grew a place for him just as I had any other. Smith offered a fun approach that clearly resonated with many fans, and helped bring the series to an even wider audience.
Tonight marks the official start of the 12th Doctor’s (Peter Capaldi) story. I made an effort to avoid reading too many articles on what’s to come and haven’t re-watched the seventh season (aside from The Asylum of Daleks) as I originally planned. Part of me wants to simply experience the eighth season, because this is the first time I’ll be following in “real-time.” I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it or keep up (I prefer watching most shows without the wait). The other part worries that not going fangirl will disrupt the connection I have to DW and I won’t feel as strongly towards it. I’m not sure what kind of Doctor I am hoping Capaldi will be, all I know is that I hope the series continues being all that has made it one of the best sci-fi shows it’s been my masochistic pleasure to watch.