I'm Hodge. I'm anomalous.

When your friend tells you something good, but utterly incomprehensible

Draw that baby absolutely killing it on the race track and by it I mean vehicular manslaughter.

One thing you gotta love about the sixth Doctor: If you go back and watch his first episode, he already had that jacket on the Tardis. It wasn’t an impulse wardrobe change, where he just made due with what was on hand, like with Three, Eight and Eleven. It wasn’t drawn out with indecision, like Five and Seven. Oh no! The Doctor had that jacket tucked away in his closet, and as soon as he got a look at his new face, he went striding off to change clothes with purpose. When he found the jacket, his face lit up. Mind you, this garment isn’t exactly Timelord fashion, it’s barely Earth fashion. And I just cannot help picturing an earlier version of the Doctor—no idea which one—coming across this brightly colored coat on his travels, and thinking to himself, “OH YES! This is BRILLIANT! Ah, but I can never pull it off…” 

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