The 12th Doctor!

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My exclamation point there isn’t genuine.  I am not excited about the 12th Doctor.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I’m not upset that Matt Smith is leaving and I am not upset that Peter Capaldi has been cast as the new Doctor.  I’m a little surprised with the choice just because he was on Torchwood and I would think that would mess with the canon of the show.  Not crazy surprised though, just a little.  I’m also a little surprised at his age.  I didn’t expect someone as young as Matt Smith, but I did expect more of a David Tennant age.

So why am I not excited by all this news?  I wish I didn’t know that there was going to be a new Doctor in December.  Imagine:  all the excitement leading up the the 50th anniversary, followed by the excitement that always surrounds the Christmas special and then BAM! the Doctor dies.  THAT would surprise me.  THAT would excite me.  I understand that Matt leaving would be a huge secret to keep, but it would be amazing to have that kind of genuine shock in Doctor Who.

I see it as when I first got hooked to Doctor Who, Supernatural, Smallville (I’m still watching that one so shhhhhh), Sons of Anarchy, The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, etc.  I came to all of those shows late in the game so I was able to watch multiple seasons without seeing the spoiler-y articles, without knowing when a particular actor/actress was quitting or seeing articles saying how much the show was going to suck because [insert actor] was leaving/staying/etc.  I formed my own opinions, I was surprised when Jenna was killed, when Donna saved the world and then was left behind, when Sookie was a faerie (OK that was a crappy surprise), I didn’t know when the 9th Doctor was leaving and even though I knew David Tennant would leave I didn’t know when or how (come on they really drug out his death) and I could keep going.

I also hate the speculation and the lack of feels surrounding the change over.  First there was the initial announcement that Matt was leaving followed by posts of “Great!  He was a horrible Doctor” or “NOOOOO I’m never watching again!  Matt Smith is MY Doctor!”  Then we got used to the idea and we now get to have months of speculation of how great/horrible/bland/amazing Peter is going to be.

I would love the continual excitement that I experienced when catching up on the shows I joined mid-stream.  I had surprises in every episode and just wish that shows stepped back and instead of leaking a bunch of stuff to create hype (Sons of Anarchy I’m looking at you) they would be mysterious.  Let me come up with huge theories that are completely wrong.  That’s half the fun!

Just think.  We could have been enjoying our Christmas Day excited for the Doctor Who special, snuggled down after a day of high calorie food and present opening to have our emotions rocked by the death of The Doctor and our mind whirling at the thought of a new (impostor) Doctor trying to worm his way into our hearts (NEVER! OK well at least not for a few months).  Think of the feels that we are giving up.  Come on BBC I’m disappointed in you.  I expected you to be able to ruin my Christmas Day completely, not this half-assed attempt at emotional destruction.