Now, don't get me wrong, I still adore Tennant and I loved the fanboyish-ness that he brought to the part of the Doctor, but at the end of the day, I've realized that I like my fanon ideas of Ten much more than the reality of Ten. I really think he suffered at the altar of a lot of bad writing and characterization and, in the end, I was just so ready to see him go (which made me very sad, honestly, because he was definitely 'my Doctor' for a long while -- damn you, RTD!).

When Eleven came on the scene, though, it was like heaving a sigh of relief and I didn't realize how tired I'd become of the angsty, whiney-ness of Ten until things started to finally be fun again in S5. I will always thank Moffat for rejuvenating my love for the Doctor in Eleven. Plus, I think Matt Smith has really just nailed it in the role. I know some people (even here on my flist) don't agree, but I've loved his otherworldly-old-man-in-a-young-mans-body portrayal of my favorite alien and really can't wait to see where he goes with it. Yays. :)

- Oh, I totally feel you on that one. RTD's heavy handed and overthetop epicness of End of Time just made me really sluggish and blah, but when Eleven burst onto the scene and the music went from oppressive choral sorrow to exciting 'omigodwatchagonnadonow?!', DW became exciting again!