I suppose I am still thinking about Doctor Who.  I must be.  Maybe I didn’t want to leave Billie Piper out?  I have a lot of affection for Billie but rarely do I have much lust.  For a generation (or maybe even two, the idea of a Netflix Canon is so fascinating to me, and Who is on Netflix so it may well be that a lot of people are just going to start with the reboot for years to come) she was our first companion.  Not to be too cliche but everyone remembers their first.  As someone whose primary role is audience surrogate it just makes sense we would bond quickly with out character.  Even those who hate ourselves love thinking about ourselves.  It’s just human nature, we are extremely self centered creatures.  Even the most empathetic of us still see the world primarily through the lens of how it relates to us.  So if Rose is us then it makes sense we would feel a deep attachment to Rose (and thus poor Martha Jones didn’t stand a chance.  You guys were brutal.  Seriously, just brutal.  Poor girl).  So it means that Rose, and through transference Billie Piper, is someone I feel a ton of affection towards.  But not often a lot of lust.  But sometimes lust.  Usually not though.  In this case, I think she looked really good in the 50th Anniversary.  I still don’t think I felt a lot of lust but the old affection was there.  She was charming in that way that she is always charming.  I do keep thinking about her.  Sometimes that is enough.  Sometimes I post someone because they are on my mind.  It leads to days like today where I can say from the heart more than from the loins: Today I want to fuck Billie Piper.