My personal email is "badwolf," that's how much. I named my car "Blaedd," which means Wolf in Welsh, that's how much. I have a teeny weeny t.a.r.d.i.s. handing from my rearview mirror, that's how much.
I don't have that blue box and multiple Doctors' autographs permanently tattooed on my entire forearm like that guy on the Graham Norton Show... but still.
This 50th anniversary weekend for Dr. Who brought back how much I love science fiction. All, all of it makes me deliriously happy. So let's throw in some Ender's Game and Hunger Games to celebrate how all of this imagination holds hands together in my heart, in the hearts of all readers and writers...