When I Travelled With the Doctor

Photo shoots can be great fun, despite the 35-degree temperatures (about 95 Fahrenheit) x.x . (It made me feel better knowing that while I may have been sweating uncomfortably, “the Doctor” was wearing a wool coat, a hat, and a scarf.)

This shoot was about the Doctor’s companion; the Doctor was more of a prop. We had costumes for the 4th Doctor and the 11th, but we ran out of time for a costume change. (Honestly, I preferred both our outfits that would have been worn after the switch, but maybe that can happen another time…) Despite the fact that the man dressed as the Doctor for the shoot didn’t have curly, bushy hair, but did have facial hair and glasses, we made it work.

And yes, I’ve dyed my fringe pink :) .

A university student is offered the adventure of a lifetime.






“Sunflowers on an alien planet!”


The Doctor explains the liquid planet.






Standing guard as the Doctor works on the alien ship.



As an extra treat, here’s a pic of the three of us eating Sour Patch Kids (“jelly babies”) with our “TARDIS stick”:

Hot weather means that the photographer can stay comfortable wearing a bikini top, while the Doctor wears a coat, hat, and scarf.

My Admiration For the Fourth Doctor

I thought it was awesome, but I’ll spare you the boredom of reading about someone else’s dream.

I have a friend where I live who has a photography hobby. She loves to shoot people (teehee) for fun. She’s always looking for abandoned buildings, especially houses. When I finally did a shoot with her, it turned out a bit different. When she asked me what I wanted to “bring to the table,” I decided that I wanted to be like the Doctor’s companion: in awe of where I was, or totally into the part of being somewhere. My original thoughts on it were just that. I even thought about wearing renaissance clothes in some of the pictures. The final idea was that I WAS the Doctor’s companion.

Ultimately, it was the fourth Doctor‘s outfit that went into the shoot. I was a bit more excited for the eleventh Doctor after the costume change, which didn’t end up happening, but as an admirer of Four, it was fun nonetheless.

I will post pictures from the shoot later, but for now, let’s talk about Four.

Four sharing a jelly baby.
Four sharing a jelly baby.

I’ve watched as much as I’ve been able to find of the original Doctor Who (or, more commonly known these days as “Classic Who” or “Classic Doctor Who”).  While I like each classic Doctor for different reasons, Four stands out above the rest.  It goes far beyond his “all teeth and curls” look, and his iconic 14-foot-long scarf.  He was truly a fun-loving Doctor.  Tom Baker was the first actor portraying the character that really understood that the Doctor is an alien.

Tom Baker was the Doctor from 1974 to 1981.
Tom Baker was in his forties when he played the Doctor from 1974 to 1981.

Four travelled with several companions over the years from all different times and races, including Leela, a tough primitive woman who wore mostly animal skins.  However, Romana II was definitely my favourite.  Romana was a young female Time Lord (that’s right — it’s not “Time Lady” — it’s a species, not a title) who ended up regenerating.  Her first incarnation was a strict rule follower who thought she had all the answers.  After her regeneration, she gave in to being more like the Doctor — a fun-loving adventurer who often bent the rules.  Also, I’ve always thought she looked a bit like Rose Tyler.

Romana in the beginning of my favourite fourth Doctor episode, "The Leisure Hive."
Romana, in the beginning of my favourite fourth Doctor episode, “The Leisure Hive.”

While I have certain Doctors I like more than others, and Four isn’t at the top, I’d still gladly accept if I ever heard him offer me a jelly baby and a ride on the TARDIS.

A throwback as Seven eats a jelly baby.
A throwback as Seven eats a jelly baby.
Twelve offers a jelly baby to a fellow train passenger.
Twelve offers a jelly baby to a fellow train passenger.
Tom Baker in a cameo role in the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special from 2013.
Tom Baker in a cameo role in the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special from 2013, age 79 at the time it aired.

When I Met the Doctor

The first time I finally went to the Renaissance Festival, it was magical!  We attended every weekend and most of the extra festivities that happened on Saturday evenings at an extra cost.  (If we’d known we’d go more than the first weekend, we’d have saved so much money by buying season passes.)  I bought a beautiful renaissance dress the second weekend.  (Which I later wish I had done a bit differently.  After last year’s purchase, I’m finally satisfied with that outfit.)

One of those nights was a masquerade ball.  The four of us who went had fun shopping for masks.  We were all Whovians, especially the two of us girls.  Before we entered the castle, still taking pictures outside, I saw a man walk by who was dressed as the Doctor.  David Tennant’s Doctor, to be specific.  I pointed it out to my friend, and we were both too excited.

The following poem is based on that night.  It’s the true story up to the asterisk (*), then my imagination took over.


My Night With the Doctor

‘Twas two thousand eleven
at a Renaissance Faire.
The four of us dressed for the occasion
and did up our hair.

That night, there was a Masquerade Ball.
Everyone looked so neat.
We passed a man in a striped brown suit
and white Chucks on his feet.

My friend and I looked at each other in shock.
Could this be true?
Had we just seen the Doctor
with the TARDIS so blue?

As our men stopped to take pictures
of gargoyles and such,
she and I looked for the man
who saves the world with his touch.

“There he is! There he is!”
I excitedly whispered to her.
He was talking to another man
and we didn’t want to be a bother.

We finally headed back inside the castle.
We followed the Doctor closely behind.
When we caught up we said hello
and asked for a picture, if he didn’t mind.

She asked if he was with someone,
but he said he came alone.
It sounded like he’d just lost a friend
when he spoke with that tone.

We were too nervous and excited
to say more than “thank you” and “good-bye.”
But as the night went on,
we wanted to say another “hi.”

As he stood by himself,
on the other side of the room,
we decided we wanted to dance with him
and wanted to soon!

The men who were with us
were fine with it all.
So she finally got up the nerve
and walked across the hall. *

The Doctor accepted her invitation
and they began to waltz.
Not long after they start dancing
the music halts.

Another song began to play,
so they danced again.
I watched in anticipation for my turn;
the excitement hard to contain.

I walked over as the song came to an end.
The band waited for the conductor.
I couldn’t believe it was my turn
to dance with the Doctor.

At first, I was nervous
and stepped out of place,
but he reassured me
and encouraged my grace.

He swept me off my feet.
I utterly adore him.
Now I understand why
his companions fall for him.

I was having a fantastic time.
The music ended far too soon.
I planted a kiss on his cheek,
as it was very opportune.

Before he left, he asked our names.
We answered, “Sasha and Kuri.”
He said they were lovely and waved good-bye,
then a tear made my eyes grow blurry.

At the end of the Ball
there were fireworks outside.
We all chose the back of the crowd
at which to reside.

The show was brilliant,
and just before it ended
we noticed a blue box in the sky,
the man inside contented.

He waved us a farewell;
a new adventure to ensue.
This was my amazing night
with the wonderful Doctor Who.

Sadly, at the same time that Sasha (name changed, as usual) started toward the Doctor to ask him to dance, he left the building. We looked for him all night, but couldn’t find him :( . Him just being there still made our night, especially since that was the first time I’d seen Doctor Who cosplay in person. At the time, the show was barely entering main-stream-geek level in America.

I spoke with some other Whovian friends about it soon after, and they suggested that the Doctor seemed a bit off/sad because it was him right after he’d lost Rose :'( .  It’s so sad, but I’ve forever accepted that explanation.

Another Dream, More Doctor Who

It’s been a couple of days already, so the entirety of the dream is a bit fuzzy.  Mostly what I remember was near the end.

**Something messy and very dangerous needed to get cleaned up, and I (partly as a character) was the one made to clean it up along with another person whose identity was fuzzy at this point in the dream.  The mess was quickly cleaned up, but we had also become covered in it and needed to wash it off ASAP.  After we washed it all off, the two of us had become River and the Doctor (Smith).  (But we were also sort of me and Hubby.)  We walked each with an arm around the other’s waist, all smiles, and feeling wonderful as if we had just had an amazing time together, when suddenly he collapsed, dying.  I quickly reached my other arm around to catch and hold him, and started screaming for him to stay with me.**

I awoke with a nasty head cold and a fever, so I decided to do nothing but watch my YouTube subscriptions and every Doctor Who minisode.  All I thought about all day was the Doctor and River.  What sucked is that in my dream he was wearing his series seven clothes, but I’m not particularly fond of those episodes; I wanted Amy and Rory.  However, The Name of the Doctor was sufficient for the Doctor/River stuff.  It’s a give-and-take: better hair and clothes, or better episodes?  Haha.

The End of the World


Welp… we’ve now come upon the day supposedly predicted to be the end of the world. Either the “experts” are wrong, or they never discovered the part where we first get transported to the year 5.5/Apple/26.


To this day, that is still one of my favourite Doctor Who episodes. We’ve barely just met this Doctor and, through the eyes of Rose, learn that he’s now the last of his kind. (My guess is that it was at the end of the war that he regenerated into 9; whatever the final blow he was chosen to do that allowed him to live had still physically killed him. Just a side note, but moving on now.) He’s become a bit grumpy, but still lives to save his beloved humans. After finally accepting Rose as a companion at the end of the previous episode, he needs her to understand “this is who I am.”


So, as your “Day of Doom” comes to a close, remember the 900-year-old Doctor when he showed us that we do, indeed, survive.



Neither so I believe this one, but I find it amusing.

Good-bye, My Doctor

I finally found the document I wrote right after seeing the Doctor Who special “The End of Time.” I warn you, there are spoilers! I give my summary of the end of this special, plus spoilers from a few previous episodes. So, if you haven’t seen the specials between series 4 and 5, series 3 episodes “Human Nature” and “The Family of Blood,” and series 2 episode “Doomsday,” then I suggest you wait to read this.

2 January, 2010

I just finished watching Doctor Who: The End of Time. It was, by far, the best episode I’ve ever seen. Lots of action, lots of eye-opening discoveries (seeing how and why things have happened), and lots of emotion. I’ve only had the chance to see one of the specials after series 4, but it was an important one. When, at the end, the woman tells the Doctor he will die “when he knocks four times.” All through this last episode I’m thinking that the drumming was the four knocks. Then, after the Time Lords and Gallifrey are gone, the doctor was still there. He was getting excited that he was still alive. I knew that wasn’t the end. Not only did I know there’s a new doctor coming, but with all the “prophecy” and stuff that had been in the show, even in series 4, I knew that Doctor #10 was supposed to die that episode. He’s on the floor, overjoyed that he’s alive, and then you hear Donna’s grandpa in the chamber knock four times. The Doctor loses his smile, knowing full well what’s about to happen. After a short conversation, the Doctor lets him out and absorbs all the radiation himself. After he says good-bye to the old man (mentioning that he’ll see him once more), the Doctor goes off to see and save some people that meant a lot to him while he was Doctor #10. Sarah Jane and her son, Mickey and Martha (who got married sometime between then and the last time we saw them), the granddaughter of the woman he fell in love with while he thought he was human (asking if she had been happy in the end), stopping by to see the old man again at Donna’s wedding, and finally Rose Tyler before they had met. He was leaning against a building, beginning to feel the pain of regeneration. She stopped and asked if he was alright and then figured he’d had too much to drink (it being New Year’s Day of the year they met). He said he thought it’d be a great year for her. She smiled and left. Even as he was walking to the TARDIS in pain, the Ood showed up and kept him going by keeping the song going until he reached the TARDIS. The Doctor’s last words as his tenth form were “I don’t want to go.”

They ended the episode the same as they do every episode; with excitement to prepare us for more adventure. Even with a new face and personality, they make sure we fans are coming back. Usually at the end of a series I’m so caught up in it when it’s over that I write a story or something. After watching the series 1 finale I had a half-asleep dream that spawned a story I started. It wasn’t really Doctor Who, but Christopher Eccleston was in my dream and he was the Doctor. I just had to change that for the story that I never completed. After the series 2 finale there was no story, but a video that I later redid to focus more on the Doctor and Rose than those last two episodes. I’m not sure if there was anything at the end of series three. After series four, I went to seto-kaiba.com where I have a Rose Tyler account and wrote a journal entry as if it was the night of that last episode. I’ve started a video since then, and had ideas for more, but haven’t had enough episodes in the right format to complete them. After these specials, it’s just this document.

This is it. After these specials, there is no more Doctor 10. I was sad when Christopher Eccleston was no longer the Doctor, too, but I had already recognised David Tennant as the Doctor before I started watching the show. I was late, I know. Series 3 was getting ready to start when I finally saw an episode. I should be happy since there are still adventures I haven’t seen with Doctor 10 (the other two specials), but it won’t be the same knowing that he’s gone.

I’ve been sitting here now for about 5-10 minutes. This is just so weird. I’ve known it was coming for almost a year, but I’m still sort of in shock. David Tennant’s been the Doctor for longer than I’ve been watching. I saw my first episode the first time I was living with Shelly*. I watched all of series 1 & 2 that summer. I got Jenny* to be a fan. She and I both cried (or at least I was miserably saddened) when Rose was left in the alternate universe to be eternally separated from the one she loved. That was only two-and-a-half years ago. Yet I feel like David Tennant’s Doctor hasn’t been just a part of my life, but part of me. Not only was he the perfect actor for the part, but the writers, directors, and everyone else involved in any way with the show are absolutely brilliant! I fell in love with Rose, not like she was a loved character or a sister, but like she was me. It’s true that I was never fond of Jack Harkness from the moment he showed up, but honestly it’s never bad to see him. Just thinking of Mickey, how he was, and what he has become.

The Doctor touches lives. The Doctor changes lives. Doctor #10 is, and always will be, my Doctor.


But bring on the changes.


*Names have been changed for protection purposes.

Sadly, seto-kaiba.com apparently no longer exists or I would have shared a link.



Happy Thor’s Day!

And this epic illustration of his father, Odin, just because it’s epic:


I got so excited one day when I was exploring IMDb, to find out that in Thor 2 (Thor: The Dark World) Christopher Eccleston will be playing Malekith! (Bad guy.) I’m so looking forward to it! Not because of Malekith, but because of Eccleston, of course! WHOO!!