The Anti-David E. Kelley
H: Yeah, but he's actually done other things.
[At this point, Judd had to leave and the conversation turned toward Television Without Pity and how the site works; after some digression, Ali brought the talk back on-topic.]
AR: [confused] So you named Timm "Shaggy"?
H: Um. Yes. I guess I just thought he reminded me of the guy from Scooby Doo, and it just stuck. A couple of forum posters have said they don't like it, but I can't quite let it go.
JK: [to Ali] Has ours aired yet, where we call Lloyd "Heath"?
AR: No, I don't think it has.
H: You call him "Heath"?
JK: Yeah! Because of you. It's coming up.
KB: Martin Starr calls him "Heath." Because we read it on [TWoP].
H: Oh my God, that's so exciting! Thanks! ["Inside, I was screaming. To them it may seem like such a minor little thing, but I'm incredibly touched and proud that the writers like Television Without Pity so much and made an effort to script a fun shout-out to us. Thanks again!" -- Heathen]
JA: [Re-entering] Okay, let's run right now and watch some of this cut [of "Eric POV"].
And so it came to pass that I watched an episode of Undeclared with its creator and writers. It was a good episode that I'm excited to watch again when it airs, and will be a strong finish to the season. It was nifty to hear everyone laugh out loud at what they saw, and to watch them still enjoying the show and the writing and the performances and the whole process of turning out each episode. I expected a bittersweet environment, but it turns out they're all just happy to have worked together and made a show of which they're all very proud.
As I left, Judd Apatow was strolling casually and strumming a ukulele given to him by Loudon Wainwright. He gave me copies of two episodes, picked up from boxes that look like they're being packed in preparation for the staff's eviction from Sunset-Gower Studios. I would have been very moved as I drove off the lot, if Lew Morton -- with Ali Rushfield sitting shotgun -- hadn't turned around in the seat of his swanky silver sports car and enthusiastically flipped me off.
Oh, but it's okay. I flipped him off twice in return and shook my fist at him, plus I know his middle name and I'm not afraid to use it. He won't be messing with this recapper again.