All Right, I've Finally Had It.

First off, the Big Indian dinner went all right. I think if I had A) kept my mouth shut about the spices in it, Dad wouldn't have had ammo to complain and B)if the naan bread had been spread out more, it wouldn't have resembled a hockey puck so much. Other than that, Mom said it was good. Dad thought it was too spicy. TOO SPICY? There were TWO, count 'em, TWO SMALL pinches of cayenne pepper in THREE pounds of chicken and sauce. They were practically non-existent. And the cloves weren't bad at all, not heavy like he said. He was probably whining because his mummy doesn't make Indian food, so he decided he doesn't like Indian food. (I say get over it already and expand your horizons.)

Prince Within Part 1 is looking pretty sickly these days. There are massive, massive problems and I don't know if I'm capable of fixing them. I may (and that's may, mind you) have to temporarily toss out everything to do with Part 1 and start from scratch on it. But that's only if I can't work out the issues with the original by March.

Suffice it to say that there are some structural issues. I have no clear setting (huge issue there) and no clear set of seizures or results of those seizures. Darren seems to be throwing himself under a train and John seems to be barely caring or even walking away when he should be helping most. And of course, there's the issue of Darren's parents never, ever showing up even once to take care of him.

Those are just some of the problems. Every time I go to fix a problem I make about six more (wouldn't you know it, me trying to help get this story back on the tracks is taking it more and more off into the dusty plains of "OH HELL, NOT AGAIN!" )

I wish I could stop talking about them and work them out, but right now I'm at the bitching and whining stage. In about a week I'll have worked past the complaining and battened down to work, hopefully on my way to finding a solution.


And now for me getting something off my chest. Bear with me. I'm going to bitch some more...



So, I've been watching Matt Smith videos in preparation for his debut next month as Numero 11.

I've also been reading some of the comments that people are putting up about him.

And I've gotten mad.

Again.

1. Matt Smith didn't hire Matt Smith as the Doctor. Someone ELSE (casting agent most likely, and possibly Steven Moffat) hired him because they saw something that they were looking for in their new guy. They obviously thought he could do the job and hired him to do said job. So stop picking on him.

B...no...wait a minute- 2. We have yet to see more than SNIPPETS of Smith's Doctor, so stop comparing already. You can bitch when you've actually got to see what he has to offer and gotten to actually compare him with 4 or 7 or 10 or 3 or whatever you please.

3. They wouldn't have hired the guy if they didn't think he was capable of keeping up with Steven Moffat's scripts. They wouldn't have hired the guy if his Doctor wasn't going to be unique and fascinating and all that stuff.

So, to anyone who's been whining about losing Ten and gaining some KID to play with his TOYS in the TARDIS and God, he'll NEVER be Tennant and he'll NEVER be Tom Baker and he'll NEVER be ECCLESTON, stop your whinging, whining, and complaining. He's new, he's nervous, and you're not making his job any easier with all the sniffling. I'm certain that the Tom Baker fans aren't still whining that Davison was too young to do the job 30 years ago, and I'm certain that once we've seen Smith's Doctor in all his beige and bow tied glory, we will come to love his Doctor as much as we've loved all the others. GROW UP, ALREADY.

And this is not to say that I don't and won't miss Tennant. He is and was and will always be my Doctor. Ten was the personality I came to know and love in Doctor Who, and I am still sad that he's gone. BUT I, unlike some teenage fan girls whining about the new fella, can accept that this show goes through a major cast change at least once every couple of years and a new Doctor on average every four to five years. This is the way it's been since Hartnell was around and I believe the ability to change its main character's face and personality entirely every half-decade is part of the charm and why the show's been able to go on so damned long. It's a legendary, wonderful, crazy bit of writing that came out of a moment of desperation to save a show that had barely started and was losing its lead actor to age, and wouldn't you know, it's sustained this show for approximately half a century (give or take a few years in there.)

I, for one, am willing to give Matt Smith a chance. I just hope others will, too.

Ta,
Bec