This weekend is going to be bittersweet. On Saturday we welcome Peter Capaldi as the12th Doctor. On Sunday we say goodbye to True Blood, a show that has become an icon for summer television guilty pleasures over the last seven years.
Right as I started to really enjoy Matt Smith’s Doctor (which happened to coincide with the departure of Amy Pond) the BBC announced that a new Doctor was nigh. Now, here we stand on the threshold of a new Doctor, and there are rumors that Jenna Louise Coleman is already out. I loved the Eccleston and Tennant years because they were driven by strong stories. Russell T. Davies, the showrunner at the time, had a strong sense of how to write an episode. Then Moffat came in and made it the Amy Pond show and completely changed the nature of the beast. So I am now afraid to fall in love with any of the characters. But I still love Doctor Who and I am thrilled about Peter Capaldi.
On a sadder note, I don’t want True Blood to go away. It has been my escapist show. It makes you laugh, cry, yell, and blush all the time. If you have to make it end, can we please get a Pam and Eric spinoff? That would be great. The plot has twisted and turned, for better and for worse, but we fans always come back for more.
So Mr. Capaldi, I bid you welcome!
True Blood, thanks for the memories.
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