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Note: All UK Whovians who are a season ahead of us here in the States, go away. I don't want your "I know what's going to happen" gloating, dammit!

So I haven't been so keen on Doctor Who season three, which has violated many of my rules about Doctor Who (like the Harry Potter reference - hello! no too-current Pop Culture references!). But last week was Blink, which - of course, Stephen Moffat! - was fabulous. And they showed a preview of *this* week and I started screaming, "Oh My God! It's the Master! They're bringing back the Master!" And I began bouncing across the apartment like a two-year-old going to Disneyland on a pogo stick. My Significant Other - who up till now has been putting up with my weird Doctor Who obsession with grace and discretion - just stared at me in bemusement, having never watched the original series and still struggling to come to grips with my need to have a remote control Dalek. "The Master!!!" I screamed at him. "'I,Claudius' is going to play the Master!"*

Well, once my enthusiasm faded in a weekend of binge drinking and playing WoW, I am sure my S.O. forgot all about this outburst. But this weekend at 5:45PM I interupted WoW with enthusiastic screams yet again: "Oh My God! He *IS* the Master! Look, look, he's the Master!!" Because the Master is my favorite. The Daleks... well, they are fine and all. The Cyberman, yeah, I like them. But THE MASTER. And *I* knew he was coming. I was ready.

Dammit, *I* should be writing for this show. I wouldn't make Pop Culture references-!

*Classicist Note: 'I, Claudius' is mandatory watching for all Latin Majors. The Significant Other understands this reference.