Thursday, July 30, 2009

Well, It's surely been a while.

I started this blog with the greatest intentions: to make a daily journal of my thoughts and feelings. Of course, I posted in it for a bit, then quietly forgot it. And looking back on the things I did post doesn't exactly make me go "Man, I had my finger on the pulse of the Zeitgeist!"

So, I have gone back and wiped all but three of my posts, and maybe... just maybe, I'll keep posting. I really must stop holding crap in... and Twitter's 140 character limit sometimes stifles.

We'll see. I'm pretty lazy by nature. Oh, hey... read that there Coupling entry. What you don't see is that Moffat responded to it! I originally posted that on a Doctor Who fan board that no longer exists, Outpost Gallifrey. Moffat was a member there prior to becoming The Guy of Doctor Who, and he saw my post and responded. He gave me this: Closure. Below is Moffat's response to my post.

Oh, all right.

Sally said yes to Patrick, they got married and are very happy. Especially as Sally beat Susan to the altar, and finally did something first. Patrick is now a completely devoted husband, who lives in total denial that he was anything other an upstanding member of the community. Or possibly he's actually forgotten. He doesn't like remembering things because it's a bit like thinking.

Jane and Oliver never actually did have sex, but they did become very good friends. They often rejoice together that their friendship is uncomplicated by any kind of sexual attraction - but they both get murderously jealous when the other is dating. Jane has a job at Oliver's science fiction book shop now - and since Oliver has that one moment of Naked Jane burnt on the inside of his eyelids, he now loses the place in one in every three sentences. People who know them well think something's gotta give - and they're right. Especially as Jane comes to work in a metal bikini.

Steve and Susan have two children now, and have recently completed work on a sitcom about their early lives together. They're developing a new television project, but it keeps getting delayed as he insists on writing episodes of some old kids show they recently pulled out of mothballs. She gets very cross about this, and if he says "Yeah but check out the season poll!" one more time, he will not live to write another word.

Jeff is still abroad. He lives a life of complete peace and serenity now, having taken the precaution of not learning a word of the local language and therefore protecting himself from the consequences of his own special brand of communication. If any English speakers turn up, he pretends he only speaks Hebrew. He is, at this very moment, staring out to sea, and sighing happily every thirty-eight seconds.

What he doesn't know, of course, is that even now a beautiful Israeli girl he once met in a bar, is heading towards his apartment, having been directed to the only Hebrew speaker on the island. What he also doesn't know is that she is being driven by a young ex-pat English woman, who is still grieving the loss of a charming, one-legged Welshman she once met on a train. And he cannot possible suspect that (owing to a laundry mix-up, and a stag party the previous night in the same block) he is wearing heat-dissolving trunks.

As the doorbell rings, it is best that we draw a veil.



Steven Moffat


Steven Moffat spoke to me... he created Coupling and gave me a proper ending because I whined about it... and he's the Savior of Doctor Who*! I still can't get over that.

*For some folks, Steven Moffat is going to wipe the stain of Russel T. Davies' era from Doctor Who. No more romance, or treating the Doctor like a god! He'll bring back darkness to Doctor Who, and cut out the lame humor! Of course, this neatly ignores that Moffat has had the most overt romance in his episodes, has had the Doctor defeat an undefeatable enemy by basically telling it to stop ("I'm the Doctor and you're in the biggest Library in the Universe... look me up."), had the Doctor playing drunk, and has never killed anyone in his stories by any means but old age.

Don't get me wrong, I *Love* Moffat's stories, but I love RTD's stories too. I personally think RTD is brilliant. I've never met the guy, never spoken to him, but basing off his work, his interviews, and his really enlightening book "The Writer's Tale" have made me think he's one of the most brilliant Producer/Writers in showbiz today.

And yet, he has been derided for doing the same things Moffat gets praised for.

Personally, I think they should both be praised.