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I am very pleased Judi Dench just got nominated for a BAFTA for her work as M in Skyfall, though confused about the category, because what do you mean, "supporting"? Clearly M was the leading female. :)
In other news, I was all set on writing a parable on how utterly annoying it is that you can't have an internet conversation about anything Stephen Moffat has ever written, the good, the bad, the mixed, without either of two things happening, though usually both: (a) an RTD swipe (this independent of whether or not the comment on a Moffatian oeuvre has anything to do with Doctor Who; I swear, even if the topic should be a school essay the Moff wrote at age 14 on the topic of Scottish independence, someone will interject "oh, this reminds me that Russell T. Davies discriminated against all Scots by making David Tennant talk Mockney instead of letting him use his own accent") and/or (b) someone bringing up the infamous 2002 or thereabouts Moffat interview of all-women-want-to-marry fame which which has dodged him ever since. (Cue the usual "Moffat sexist"/ "Rusty even more sexist"/ "Moffat the evilest"/ "No, RTD the most vile" blabhahblah.) However, my attempts at thinly disguised metaphor employing a tale of apples and oranges and how nice it would be if once, just once, we could discuss apple juice without a snide "oh, BUT THERE WAS THAT TIME WHEN ORANGE JUICE RUINED MY TROUSERS" aside were interrupted and completely abandoned by discovering an absolutely charming Moffat interview. The key to the charm lies in the fact he's being interviewed by his son, who is reading questions to him which fans have send to the son's YouTube channel. As Moffat Junior is an adorable kid (and newly converted Star Trek fan!), this cunning strategy means the practice of the above mentioned tiresome exchange is utterly absent from the questions. Also the Moff gets to be an Old Who fanboy, discuss whether or not the Doctor is a fundamentally happier person than Sherlock Holmes, out himself as a bad conjuror of magic tricks and be generally a good dad. Now if you've followed my ramblings for a while, you know I am anything but uncritical towards Mr. M., but I confess myself charmed nonetheless. Have a gander:
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In other news, I was all set on writing a parable on how utterly annoying it is that you can't have an internet conversation about anything Stephen Moffat has ever written, the good, the bad, the mixed, without either of two things happening, though usually both: (a) an RTD swipe (this independent of whether or not the comment on a Moffatian oeuvre has anything to do with Doctor Who; I swear, even if the topic should be a school essay the Moff wrote at age 14 on the topic of Scottish independence, someone will interject "oh, this reminds me that Russell T. Davies discriminated against all Scots by making David Tennant talk Mockney instead of letting him use his own accent") and/or (b) someone bringing up the infamous 2002 or thereabouts Moffat interview of all-women-want-to-marry fame which which has dodged him ever since. (Cue the usual "Moffat sexist"/ "Rusty even more sexist"/ "Moffat the evilest"/ "No, RTD the most vile" blabhahblah.) However, my attempts at thinly disguised metaphor employing a tale of apples and oranges and how nice it would be if once, just once, we could discuss apple juice without a snide "oh, BUT THERE WAS THAT TIME WHEN ORANGE JUICE RUINED MY TROUSERS" aside were interrupted and completely abandoned by discovering an absolutely charming Moffat interview. The key to the charm lies in the fact he's being interviewed by his son, who is reading questions to him which fans have send to the son's YouTube channel. As Moffat Junior is an adorable kid (and newly converted Star Trek fan!), this cunning strategy means the practice of the above mentioned tiresome exchange is utterly absent from the questions. Also the Moff gets to be an Old Who fanboy, discuss whether or not the Doctor is a fundamentally happier person than Sherlock Holmes, out himself as a bad conjuror of magic tricks and be generally a good dad. Now if you've followed my ramblings for a while, you know I am anything but uncritical towards Mr. M., but I confess myself charmed nonetheless. Have a gander:
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