I usually reserve that word for someone very special to me, but today I realized it belongs to me. I posted two images in a row from the same artist (Mr. Hipp, see the Memorial Day post and the one previous) and didn’t even realize it until now. So, that’s me today, unaware.
Damn, neither of them shot first...
…it was Tintin all along.
...never bathe in the same river twice.
Christopher Eccleston was my first Doctor. I don’t count the brief glimpses of Doctor #4 on PBS as a child, back then it rather confused me (and possibly set a deep seated fright in me, hence why it took some 25-30 years to actually watch the show). Admittedly I haven’t seen much beyond those hazy scenes so long ago, so all my Doctors are of the modern variety, the Russel T. Davies...