in regard to last night's doctor who:
Apr. 24th, 2011 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gyzymOkay, H50 folks, don't fret, I'm still plugging away at this monster fic, I just needed to stop any do this for a second. So, without further ado, an open letter to Mr. Moffat.
Dear Mr. Moffat,
Man, look, the thing is, I love you, I really do. I love Sherlock, I love Doctor Who, I love the episodes I've seen of Who that you wrote before the show fell into your hands. I trust you to tie up loose ends and carry off a plot more than I trust...er...pretty much anyone else working in television right now, which says something, because you take some crazy risks. And you've clearly written at least this season and the last of Who back to front, plot-wise, and who knows how far out that goes, and that's so ambitious and so dangerous in television, so you've got my respect, you really do. You've got mad balls, Mr. Moffat, and that's awesome.
However, I do have one quick, little question: OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, AND WHY, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?
Don't get me wrong! I loved the episode last night, I did, I really did. But the thing is, Mr. Moffat, I'm an absentminded person, I can't help it, I'm just One of Those People. I put things down and forget where they are. I lose my sunglasses when they're on my head. I open my mouth to say something and then forget it all the time, it's just a thing I do! And see, until last night, that wasn't a big deal, but now? Yeah, now it's a big deal. Because now, every time I forget what I was going to say--and it's pretty often that I do that--I am going to think OH MY FUCKING GOD, THE TERRIFYING ALIENS IN SUITS ARE RIGHT BEHIND ME. And, incidentally, the fact that they are wearing suits makes them soooo much creepier than they would be otherwise, and you know that, don't you, Moffat? This is all a ploy to torture the forgetful people of the world, isn't it? I mean, the Weeping Angels were bad enough, I'm afraid of gardens now, and I watched Blink for the first time last night and, okay, that last part, you are actively trying to cause nightmares.
It's good television, Mr. Moffat. I am glad to have seen it. I'm not even mad! I just need you to know that I'm onto you.
Oh, god, there was something else and I don't remember it, dhfdksfg oh my god, MOFFAT, I LOVE YOU, BUT I HATE YOU SO MUCH,
Jizz
Dear Mr. Moffat,
Man, look, the thing is, I love you, I really do. I love Sherlock, I love Doctor Who, I love the episodes I've seen of Who that you wrote before the show fell into your hands. I trust you to tie up loose ends and carry off a plot more than I trust...er...pretty much anyone else working in television right now, which says something, because you take some crazy risks. And you've clearly written at least this season and the last of Who back to front, plot-wise, and who knows how far out that goes, and that's so ambitious and so dangerous in television, so you've got my respect, you really do. You've got mad balls, Mr. Moffat, and that's awesome.
However, I do have one quick, little question: OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, AND WHY, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?
Don't get me wrong! I loved the episode last night, I did, I really did. But the thing is, Mr. Moffat, I'm an absentminded person, I can't help it, I'm just One of Those People. I put things down and forget where they are. I lose my sunglasses when they're on my head. I open my mouth to say something and then forget it all the time, it's just a thing I do! And see, until last night, that wasn't a big deal, but now? Yeah, now it's a big deal. Because now, every time I forget what I was going to say--and it's pretty often that I do that--I am going to think OH MY FUCKING GOD, THE TERRIFYING ALIENS IN SUITS ARE RIGHT BEHIND ME. And, incidentally, the fact that they are wearing suits makes them soooo much creepier than they would be otherwise, and you know that, don't you, Moffat? This is all a ploy to torture the forgetful people of the world, isn't it? I mean, the Weeping Angels were bad enough, I'm afraid of gardens now, and I watched Blink for the first time last night and, okay, that last part, you are actively trying to cause nightmares.
It's good television, Mr. Moffat. I am glad to have seen it. I'm not even mad! I just need you to know that I'm onto you.
Oh, god, there was something else and I don't remember it, dhfdksfg oh my god, MOFFAT, I LOVE YOU, BUT I HATE YOU SO MUCH,
Jizz
