I love that Picard would just drop these existential truth bombs when he really means “Data, shut up and focus.”
#data is like I AM NOT ABSOLUTELY PERFECT THEREFORE I QUIT AT LIFE#and picard is like no dude srsly get to your post#and data is like NO I’M HORRIBLE THAT’S AN EMPIRICAL FACT#and picard is like jfc this is why i never had children and now i have a robot child with the strength of ten men#look at your life jean-luc look at your choices#and then pat yourself on the back because you are the captain of the motherfucking flagship good job
I once had a dream about my Dad. Men were being drafted into the army again, and Dad told me that he would never let them take me. That I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to. That he’d put his life before mine.
I woke up crying, feeling that I’d been told something true about him that he would never have told me himself. He fought in Burma during World War Two, and still has terrible nightmares. I think he would have died for his country, and I know he would die in my place if he ever had the chance. That makes him absolutely special, and completely normal for a father at the same time.
I wrote about that dream in a fanzine, in the middle of an article about chapter titles in Terrance Dicks’ Doctor Who novelizations. You’re allowed to do that in fanzines. The point I was making then is the one I’d like to make here again, that for me Doctor Who has always been about the big emotions, and it’s always been about my Dad. It’s about him reading those books to me when, as a kid, I was ill; books written by someone who much later I was pleased to call a friend.
Terrance called me on the night ‘Father’s Day’ was broadcast, right after my Dad did. Dad said that he could see that the episode had the same basic plot as all my work, which I hadn’t realized until then. I’d say that goes something like this: grace gets written into the world, in such a way that it turns out it’s always been there, through sacrifice. Dad would say it’s always about some poor chap who has to suffer for the sake of everyone else.
I think the most important detail in the current version of my plot is that the driver of the deadly car has now, has always, stopped and tried to deal with what he’s done. I also like the fact that the Doctor is prepared to forgive Rose for the end of everything, as long as she understands what she’s done and owns it.
One good thing Russell has done with the new Doctor Who is something Terrance did with the old. He’s made the audience aware of the writers. I remember thumbing through Terrance’s ‘The Making of Doctor Who’ when I was a child, and finding that the only credit, for every story, was the writer, big and bold. That’s a fiction, of course, in television, where there’s always joint authorship. I’d be nowhere without Russell, Joe, Elwen, Helen, Chris and, above all, Billie and Shaun. But this emphasis on writing will, hopefully, make small children again start thinking about what being a writer involves. The story of me and my Dad and Terrance will go round again, with the details and the people different.
I also hope this episode causes a few dreams about fathers.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I really hope you can appreciate the blood sweat and tears that went into finishing this by the 14th. Painting the same thing 16 times is.. fatiguing. But I’m pretty happy with the result, so I guess it was worth it. It was very experimental mixing my portrait painting with animation. I may do more in the future but if so they will definitely have less frames cause damn. Also this is actually a bit bigger, you can see the full size here (x).
Also you can see a step by step here (x).
Effort like this deserves reblogging!