Oh hey, no big deal. Just me with one of my internet heroes @fuckyeaherikamoen. And she’s the loveliest and dealt with my awkwardness with such grace!
Oh my gosh, I flushed bright red when I saw this (I’m one of your internet heroes??? But, you’re one of mine!). I’ve enjoyed Katie West’s essays so much, she’s an incredible writer that makes me feel physical sensation when I read her essays and short stories- I’ve gotten real goosebumps, I’ve felt punched in the gut,I’m tempted to say something about “all the feels” but I won’t.
Haha, and what she calls “awkwardness” I’d perceived as poised and composed and very patient when I asked if she’d let me get a photo with her like a starstruck fan because, oh my gosh, I was meeting Katie West!
I don’t know how to end this, so I’ll just close by saying TCAF was amazing and I’m so grateful I got to meet all these amazing people this past weekend in Toronto.
Under Moffat’s watch the Doctor has morphed from an alien who loves humans and feels their pain and experiences love and desire and empathy to a stunted, child-like and extremely bloody irritating space-goon who flaps about like an injured moth when other people’s emotions are making him uncomfortable. And makes sexist jokes about how women are scary. And wants his married companions to sleep in bunk beds. And can save human lives but does not seem to understand human feelings. Who would travel with this man? He might be zany and charming and have nice boots, but he is fundamentally cold and unrelatable.