Well, I just finished the last three episodes of the Christopher Eccleston Doctor Who on my advance DVD, as I knew I'd have to, I couldn't wait to watch them on the Sci Fi Channel... and I'm devastated and exhausted and in awe of what Russell Davies has achieved. And I hate him, Russell Davies, and I love him, for making me get so intensely involved in a silly TV show and for getting in my head and pulling out everything amazing that I always knew Doctor Who could be but didn't realize other people knew it could be. And I'm madly in love with Christopher Eccleston and I hate him too, for being so damn riveting here and for giving it all up after only 13 episodes.
I will have much to say about the remaining seven episodes that I have yet to discuss in depth here, but right now, I need to go have a good long hard cry and then figure out how I can make a pilgrimage to grovel at Russell Davies' feet...




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