Me han enviado esta simpática historia por email (traduzco del inglés):
A mi hijo de tres años le encanta Dr. Who. Se le ha metido en la cabeza que es el Doctor quien trae los regalos de navidad, en vez de Santa Claus. Así que, por supuesto, las últimas navidades decidimos regalarle un destornillador sónico ‘de parte del Doctor’, junto con una carta que decía que era verdaderamente el destornillador sónico del Doctor, pero que éste ahora tenía uno nuevo, por lo que le daba el viejo a mi hijo. Le encantó.
Unas cuantas semanas después, nos fuimos de vacaciones y el destornillador se perdió en alguna parte. Sabíamos que a mi hijo se le partiría el corazón, por lo que le contamos que el Doctor se lo había tomado prestado por unos días (mientras encargábamos uno nuevo en Amazon).
Cuando llegó, esperamos a que nuestro hijo estuviese acostado, colocamos el destornillador con una nota (“¡Gracias por prestármelo!”) a la entrada de su habitación, y entonces pusimos el sonido del TARDIS en los altavoces de mi ordenador. Salió corriendo y encontró el destornillador que 'el Doctor’ le había 'devuelto’.
Peter Capaldi’s 12th Doctor regeneration was everything he deserved. Twelve was the most tormented Doctor, the most haunted by his past, so full of secret pains we would never know about. He really felt like he was hiding back so much, and was putting on a mask so much of the time. Seeing the Doctor find peace in himself, and the optimism in himself (herself!!!) for the future, was absolutely incredible. I honestly can’t think of a more suiting end for Twelve. It was bittersweet, but I feel like I can comfortably and peacefully say goodbye.
“There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.”
being under the weather has given me ample time to go on a doctor who comfort binge and make some art
So I just finished the newest season of Doctor Who and I can’t help but feel that the Master is not only insane, bloodthirsty, and reckless, but also completely suicidal. He wants to die. He craves death. The way he eggs the Doctor on, begging her to detonate the Death Particle. The way his face falls when she doesn’t. He always seems to come back, every time we think he’s gone. I bet every time he faces death he desperately wishes that it will actually be permanent this time. Every time he comes back he gets angrier, he goes a little more mad, he gets even more desperate for death. Because whatever force is controlling everything just won’t let him die. And he resents it. All that resentment just builds and builds. So he takes it out on the Doctor’s Earth, the Doctor’s friends, the Doctor’s own planet. He pushes her and pushes her in hopes that one day she’ll snap. That she’ll finally finish the job and end his misery.
