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Dorksplosion imminent (Doctor Who!)

OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd. So'cited, man.

Have I mentioned before what a raving, uncontrollably nutterific spazzball I am for Doctor Who? Like, you noticed the guy facepalming in my header's the 11th Doctor, Matt Smith, right?

Oh yeah, I'm nuts for it. Here's the trailer for the new season:


You can bet I'm excited. Actually, I was already excited, so now that I've seen this I'm just plain super-excited.

In fact, I've (tried to add/added) a countdown to the big night along the right side of my blog. You can bet I'll be checking that every goddamn morning, bitches. You better be starting to get excited about this.


Also! I've heard Moffat (the head writer/my personal deity) is going to be suuuuch a mega dick to me: they're going to start airing the first 6 episodes this Spring, end of a mega-epic cliffhanger, and then resume in the Fall. Apparently he's even written multiple endings so that if anything leaks no one can be sure which is the real ending or not.

Cheeky bastard :D
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