Another year older, not necessarily wiser though. I keep waiting for that to happen. When is being grown up supposed to kick in, exactly?
I'm in the strange position of not knowing what I want for my birthday. I'm not rolling in cash or living in a palace, but I don't really need anything major. I have a computer, a desk, a chair, a telly, a PS3, a sofa, and a comely wench. I live in a nice place. I love what I do for a living. I don't need a car, can't drive anyway. There's ice cream in the freezer. Booze in the cupboard. Clothes in the wardrobe. So what do I need? Most days, all I do is write, watch telly, read, go to the cinema, eat, play games, and so on. All I ever buy are DVDs, books, games, and CDs/downloads, but I don't *need* any of those things, and there's no point everyone getting me lots of DVDs. Besides, you'd only get the wrong version, and I'd sound like a madman explaining to you that the UK version is only the 2 disc whereas the US version is the 5 disc containing *crucial* extras, and you getting me the 2 discer is a slap in the face (I'm talking, of course, about the Blu-Ray version of Blade Runner, get the US version as it is actually multi-region and will play on your UK machines, as will many other US titles, see, now I sound like one of Those People).
But I can't have a birthday with no presents, it feels wrong and slightly sad. Birthdays are for getting presents. It's the one time a year you're allowed to be selfish and demanding. But things have been so hectic lately, the one thing I really, really want is a nice, quiet day of not doing anything much. Which is what we're doing. If we can be arsed. So it'll be a quiet day here at Spork Towers, but also partly because it's Wednesday, which is always an awkward, ugly, unwanted day. We have vague, non-threatening plans, but will save the full-on celebrating for the weekend.
One thing that did come yesterday, just in time for my birthday, is a DVD copy of my Doctor Who episode. I happened to be at The Mill last week, for... various reasons, and they showed me some of the effects footage from it. Obviously I can say nothing, as BBC Wales have implanted an explosive device in my neck that will blow my head off if I say certain trigger words or phrases. But I think I can safely say this:
OMG. And Squee.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, in fact.
Okay, head's still attached, good. It looks absolutely amazing, it's way, way cooler than I could have imagined. There are specific things and moments I want to praise, but there's no way to do that without going into specifics, so that'll have to wait, I don't want to even hint at anything. But if I can be allowed a little birthday leeway, then I'll just say one thing: Catherine Tate is going to knock your socks off. She's fantastic. And gorgeous, too. That's all I'm saying. Please do not reproduce this blog entry on any other sites, or turn it into a news item, there's nothing to see here apart from "DW writer thinks DW is great, including own episode". Any questions will be fobbed off in an amusing fashion.
Holy shitebiscuits. I just casually wrote "DW writer". I'm a writer for Doctor Who. I mean, I knew I was, but it's only when you stop and think about it that you realise what that means. As someone at Gallifrey said (probably one of those other, clever writer types), if I could go back in time and tell my 10 year old self about this, it'd absolutely blow his/my mind. Birthday presents? I'm doing what I always dreamed of, so it's my birthday every day, as far as I'm concerned.
Other projects are going very well. I have so many things I want to announce, but they're all still secret. If any of the people involved are reading this, please announce stuff, so I can say stuff. I'm the birthday boy, and you *will* obey me. Thank you.