The Occasional Solipsist

I finally got around to watching the season finale of Doctor Who the other night, and I got to witness another good actor shamble off towards obscurity in the battle to avoid typecasting. In a blaze of regeneration, no less.

I wonder if the person at the BBC who dreamt up that particularly ingenious plot device has received his/her knighthood yet.

But I think before deciding to leave the show Christopher Eccelston should have consulted a certain Wil Wheaton about the perils of leaving a popular tv series for bigger and better things.

Nowadays, Wil writes books that only I read, and regularly gets his ass handed to him in his new career as a professional poker player. The acting gigs that he expected after ST:TNG never materialized, and now he acts about as much as I do. Which is never.

I'm just saying.

Well, he was on CSI last year in a performance that was eerily similar to his role in the TNG episode The Game; just picture the 'Let go of me!' scene from that ep and give him longer hair and you've got it. (You are on a Star Trek geeks site, in case you forgot)

You were a terrific 9th Doctor, and we'll all hope for better things for you Mr. Eccleston, but I totally expect to see you at Toronto Trek 40, signing autographs beside Diana Muldaur.

Where was I? Billie Piper.

Well at least somebody made the right choice to stay inside the Tardis. I can't imagine what the British pop star was thinking when she signed on board to do Doctor Who, but who the fuck cares? She's blonde, cute, has a great body, killer smile, and she's on Doctor Who.

She is to scifi as Morgan Webb is to gaming.

Translation: She rocks.

Of course, she at least has a career to fall back on if she pulls an Eccelston at the end of next season.

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