My point? Daleks are not that menacing-looking in this day and age, but I respect Dr Who for keeping up with their own canon.
People ask me sometimes what my favorite part of making television is, and naturally, I lie. Well, I’m an Executive Producer – lying is our golf. I say the meetings (what a whopper!) or the readthrough (can’t believe I keep my face straight) or the first day of shooting (can you see my nose growing?) or the press launch (I am without SHAME) but seeing as you’re here, and paying cash, I’ll tell you the truth.
It’s this part. It’s what you’re holding right now. When all those months and years and meetings and squabbles and endless days and sleepless nights are hammered and beaten and stacked into a little pile of shiny, shiny discs. This is what I dream of when it’s 3 am and the script won’t finish, and I’m living on so much coffee my teeth will keep grinding for ten years after my death and resisting that last pizza slice so there will be something for breakfast – in those desperate moments, I dream about the DVD box set.
I think about taking the discs in this box, threading them on my finger and holding them up to the light and saying “There now – all done!” If it sounds like I’m complaining (I’m a writer – complaining is our golf) don’t worry, I’m not really. This is the job I waited a lifetime for and hand on my heart, I’ve never been prouder of anything in my whole career than I am of the thirteen episodes in this box. So thank you, my new best friends, Matt and Karen and Arthur and Piers and Beth – and when I say it was worth the wait, keep in mind I waited 40 years.
Sex advice from the one and only Reggie Watts. Go see whatever this man does, I promise, it’ll be worth it.
This is my new favorite Dr. Who blog.
You are not a special snowflake: Mediabistro found that 71% of Tweets go unreplied and unretweeted. This was out of 1.2 billion Tweets that were analyzed, which flies in the face of all the idea that Twitter is a social interactive platform. Plus, check this out: “92 percent of all retweets happen in a tweet’s first hour. Two days after you post your tweet, the chance of it getting retweeted is less than a tenth of a percent. The same is true for replies: About 97 percent of all @ replies happen in the first hour, and 48 hours later that percentage drops to .09.”
A profile of Katharine Hiegl that was a great read, and not only because they mention Life As We Know It a lot. (Kumail’s in the movie, duh)
A great writeup at TV.com of the new shows that are safe and the shows that aren’t so safe.
Because no one learned their lesson from #&% My Dad Says, CBS is developing yet another Twitter feed into a sitcom.
This website will play the lottery for you, simulation style, until you curl up and cry with misery. Hooray! You’ll never win!
Is this the worst line of movie dialogue ever, or the best? Buzzfeed thinks it’s the worst.
You’re an amazing actor, you seem like a cool guy, and damnit, I can’t help myself.
I’m a bit of a cynical girl. I like my entertainment to be entertaining, sure, but I also like it to be a bit self aware, maybe a bit detached. This has always been my problem with British TV, which asks its audiences to suspend all disbelief and jump in joyfully with eyes squeezed tight, ready to be swept away by fiction.
Sure, there are some British shows that fly in the face of this, like Spaced or Peep Show or The Office, and I completely adore these shows. Perhaps it was their genius that inspired me to give Dr. Who a try.
No, that’s not true at all. It wasn’t other British shows- instead, two things got me to watch Dr. Who: my husband and Matt Smith. My husband is a sci-fi fan always looking for new shows. Matt Smith plays the newest Dr. Who, and he’s a bit of a pretty boy badass.
Here, watch Matt Smith’s Doctor face off against a monstrous eye:
5) Heels- I’m a very tall girl, but dance classes have taught me the wonders of using heels to lengthen yourself and turn your walk into underwater gorgeousness. Also I am too lazy to get my jeans hemmed, so I kinda have to wear them so they don’t drag the ground. Ideal heels are about 2 inches tall so that I don’t tower over my beloved and so I can still run if necessary.
4) Dr. Who- I’ve got a thing coming out soon on tv.com about my love of the newest Dr. Who, but it was like pulling teeth to get me to watch. There’s something about long-running British tv series that are too gritty and dirty looking and positively overflowing with quirkiness that sometimes makes me want to set my own hair on fire. But this show has me completely hooked.
3) Jeans- In college, I decided that jeans were for commoners, and vowed to never ever ever wear them again. I wore only skirts for about a year, and then actually wore what friends called “waitress pants”, which were black pants with a built in short black skirt. Ridiculous looking. It wasn’t until grad school that I agreed to wear jeans again, and now you can’t get me out of them. I am a commoner.
2) Twitter- I made fun of EVERYONE for signing up for Twitter, seeing it as shameless self promotion, but I admit it, I was wrong. I didn’t realize that Twitter sent out automatic notifications to everyone on your gmail contact list when you signed up, so rather than starting quietly, I just gave all my friends lots of ammo.
1) Pixar- Thank Kumail for this one. I dismissed Toy Story as kiddie cheesiness years ago, but Kumail took my hand and guided me through Monsters Inc, Toy Story 1 and 2, and Ratatouille. Now I can’t get enough.