To kick off my great Doctor Who Rewatch, I'd like to share with you my #NewToWho story. For those wondering about the hash tag, this is what the BBC uses on their website when you post your story, as well as the obvious Twitter post of 140 characters or less. Let's be honest, there is no way to sum up losing your Who virginity in just a few words. Anyway, my Doctor is the Ninth Doctor. I may be in the minority (among all the David Tennant lovers, who by the way I adore, I'll watch anything he's in), but I loved Christopher Eccleston's take on the character. Eccleston made the Doctor sarcastic, and funny. He looked like Abbott but behaved like Costello. His chemistry with Billie Piper was wonderful. I was smitten. However, this is not where I began. I popped my DW cherry with Matt Smith. It was a little over a year ago and I caught a rerun one morning before work. It was "The Pandorica Opens". I was lost as hell. There were Daleks, and Cybermen, and a whole host of the Doctor's other foes running around. The universe was going to end, Rory was a roman, there were two Amy Ponds, and my head hurt. Despite the confusion and eye crossing, I was hooked. I needed to know how they got there, what was happening, and why Alex Kingston was dressed like Cleopatra. Lucky for me, Netflix had my back, and my journey into oblivion began. One day I hope to cover the original series - pending I can get the fundage to buy the DVDs - but for now, I will have a grand old time with our modern Doctor.
What's your #NewToWho story?
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