I am subjecting my younger
sister, Guinness to the new series of Doctor Who. It is positively the most entertaining thing in my life right
now.
We had a Who-nathon this weekend after I
got off work earlier than expected and felt like making cupcakes and watching
Doctor Who, which was about as perfect as it sounds. So, we sat down and
finished season two.
You can actually pinpoint the moment
when dear Guinness went from simply liking the show to when she transformed
into a true Whovian. I’d say it was right around ‘The Empty Child’. Freakin’
Moffat.
Anyway, she did not take Billie Piper
leaving well. Like, this was War Horse level hysterics.
Her face was all red and puffy and there
were tears everywhere and she was wailing and murmuring ‘Rose’ over and over
again, and I’m not even sure she remembers that twenty minutes of blurry grief.
It was awesome.
I did finally get her to calm down, but
I had to find a kitten for her to cuddle and get her to eat a cupcake. She
still sniffled every few minutes for pretty much the rest of the weekend.
Let me just say, in case you’ve gotten
any other impression, Guinness is a twenty-two year old thoroughly modern, hipster
genius college student. She’s rough and tough and once punched Cthulhu. This
was a very rare and special moment to see her regress to being a six-year-old.
I enjoyed it thoroughly, but now she’s back to being all adult-ish and cynical.
P.S. Happy Guy Fawks day!
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