This was too good not to share.
If ever I get to be in any way shape or form someone of consequence, I totally never want to be on these guys' bad side. While nominally fans of Doctor Who, listening to their podcasts, one gets the idea it's about as healthy a relationship as Dennis Hopper and Isabella Rossellini's in the movie Blue Velvet.
It is, on the whole, a lot funnier, and therefore more OK thank Blue Velvet.
What does this have to do with anything? In their latest podcast, in addition to coming up with the perfect definition for Twitter ("it's a way that famous people can ignore you while simultaneously showing off in front of you") they also take the following shot at Battlestar Galactica, the beginning of which I am moved enough to transcribe for you (it st arts about 3:30 in):
"Are you the creator of a cult television programme with a complicated story arc? Have you written yourself into a corner? Are you endlessly grappling with pigeon symbolism? Well stop worrying, because help is just a phonecall away! Call . . .GOD!
"The Lord God Almighty can dig a lazy writer out of any stubborn plot hole. Got a dead character you want to bring back to life? Call . . .GOD!
"Can't figure out how to logically explain that really cool off the cuff plot contrivance that seemed like a pretty good idea at the time? Then pick up the phone and ask God for a free, no-obligation quote. And for heaven's sake, don't waste your time writing a satisfying and coherent denouement for your story. No! Simply drop in some airy-fairy religious nonsense and turn four years of metaphysical debate into a Sunday school sermon for idiots! Then sit back and hope for the fucking best!
The only thing you have to lose is your audience's respect. So don't delay--Give God a call today!"
It gets even funnier from there. Also, transcribing that was a pain in the ass and so you should totally go download the whole thing to salve my wounded feelings. Also, very quickly after they answer the question on everyone's lips (which is "Should Doctor Who fans really be criticising anyone else's plotting?"--yes. Russell T. Davies has taught us to bitterly fear and hate the deus ex machina, possibly because he's used it eight million times a series) They also take some shots at Dollhouse, as if they knew the illustrious Diana Kingston-Gabai would be somewhat more interested in that case.
Things get a bit more inside baseball from there, but the first 13 minutes are actually comprehensible to people other than obsessive Doctor Who fans and other highly evolved neurotics and can be enjoyed by all.
You know, I just thought of this--maybe the Prattle needs a Doctor Who week? How many of the three readers would survive after six days of that, I wonder?