Scene from Dr. Who

My kid gets a Dr. Who TARDIS interior for his birthday, and I end up being the first one to play with it. How could I resist?

I wish the Doctor were a real guy. I mean, the actors who have played him in the new series have been exceptionally cute. But, those are humans from Earth. I want a Time Lord from Gallifrey. So did Madame du Pompadour, but she was denied (if Dr. Who episodes are to be believed). On the other hand, Queen Nefertiti got her freak on with the Doctor (if Dr. Who episodes plus my perverted mind are to be believed).

I bet I’d be allowed to cheat with the Doctor. My husband has given me a free pass for Patrick Stewart*, so I think a real Time Lord would also get a pass.

I’m not going to ask permission for that, though. Because then I’d sound just as nutty as when I had the hots for Rurouni Kenshin. Kenshin is the protagonist of a manga and anime series, in case you are hitting my blog for reasons other than interest in Japanese popular culture.  I haven’t yet seen the live action movie. It’s not available in the U.S. as far as I can tell.

This is the end of the road. The journey is over.
This is the end of the road. The journey is over.

Alone again.

Alone again.
What am I saying? I'm never alone when I'm with you, Old Girl.
What am I saying? I’m never alone when I’m with you, Old Girl.

*I tagged Patrick Stewart in this post. Because you know, maybe he Googles himself. Then he’ll find my blog. And that’s when the magic will happen. (I’m well-acquainted with the fact that I am delusional. Let’s not bring me back down to Earth…where there are ZERO Time Lords. Ugh.)

 

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