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Nov 20 03: frell me dead.
Okay, for those of you who need one—and you know who you are—here’s another supremely dorky reason to be happy.
The show’s producers (The Jim Henson Company, et al.) are doing a miniseries which will (a) finally resolve the unspeakable cliffhanger with which the final episode ended, plus a few other unquiet plotlines; and (b) serve as a showcase for the show with which they can make a renewed play for a new home.
It’s unbelievable, but true. We mounted the biggest, loudest, most shamelessly down-and-dirty-desperate-for-attention bring-back-the-show campaign in the history of fandom, and it seems to have paid off. We took a show beloved by critics and fans, a show cruelly cancelled by its primary network, and brought it back. We sent letters. We raised money to buy television time to air home-made commercials. We phoned, faxed, and wrote to every potential new home we could think of. We thanked sponsors. We sent crackers. We put DVD box sets in Navy Liberty Centers all over the planet. We showed up en masse at Jay Leno tapings. We sent brassieres. (Yes, really. Long story.) We found allies in the media. We organized conventions. I personally did the geekiest thing I have ever done—right, go on, get it out of your systems, I’ll wait—and stood in a picket line out in front of the SciFi Channel offices for a couple of hours many months back.
And what do you know? It worked. Truth be told, I was well on the periphery of the activity described above. I actually gave up hope a good while ago. But more indomitable (or ‘obsessive,’ take your pick) spirits than I kept up the pressure.
My hats are off to those who did so much of the work. We—and by ‘we,’ I mean ‘you’—made some history. Thanks, gang. Even if these last four episodes are the last ones they make, it’s still a pretty damn cool thing to have pulled off.