Eleven

I haven't posted because I've had nothing to say. Christmas and New Year's were survived. Grandma Koshak still doesn't know about my hand issues, although now my Aunt Pat is sick with a serious stomach ailment, so Grandma could be consumed with jealousy over THAT...

Meanwhile, the next Doctor to replace Tennant has been revealed as of today, and while I have my apprehensions about so young of an actor taking the role on, Matt Smith seems to be aware that he's in deep water already. He's 26 years old, taking on a 45 year old icon that he has to make his own after not one but TWO spectactularly good Doctors before him. He has to make Eleven stand out next to Ten, especially, because all of us are going to be comparing him come next year.

Mighty big shoes to fill. Oh, and add on that Steven Moffat is head writer this time around and he's a damn good one. Scared me a dozen times, at least. I'm still terrified of little kids in gas masks asking for their mothers, angel statues, and the dust motes in sunbeams (all things that Moffat made frightening). I'm expecting to be hiding behind a couch more often next series...

All I can say is good luck to this guy. He's got a lot to prove and he'd better do it well. I'll be watching when Tennant regenerates (dunno if I'll be able to see through my haze of tears, though...)

Here's a photo of Matt Smith, now the Eleventh Doctor. As Eleven, his hair is shaggier and he's sporting a black jumper with a black coat off of a three-piece suit (kind of a darkened combo of Nine's jumper and Ten's three-piece pinstripes. I wonder about the shoes, though...trainers again or is he going with dress ones like Nine always did? Hm...)



At least Moffat didn't go with somebody 40-ish and ugly like he was planning to. This guy's kind of hot...and only 4 years older than me!

Ta,
Bec