Despot deposed. Moving on…
Take a look at that screen shot up there, Mole. It’s the first in a long series of snarky comments you left on Notes From The Avalon attempting to dissuade me from proceeding any further with my silly, childish endeavor to obsessively celebrate a terrible Nickelodeon teen soap opera.
You weren’t alone, of course, in wishing that I would shit can NFTA and return to my old style of literary self-importance but fortunately, I drowned out the noise and stuck to my guns.
This morning, I spoke on the phone with Mollie Binkley for over an hour. She is the writer/producer daughter of John Binkley, and if y’all don’t know who THAT is by now, get reading.
I had sent a copy of my reunion story to her father through his website and received a gracious e-mailed reply wherein he expressed his excitement at the prospect of a Fifteen reunion and introduced me to his daughter to get the ball rolling.
Before she called me, she spoke to Robyn Ross who advised that she will start reaching out to former cast members to gauge their interest in a reboot. Mollie’s worked at New Regency/Fox Productions and HBO, so on her end, she’s going to gauge interest from people she knows in various production companies. John Binkley owns all the rights to Fifteen, so there’s no problem with licensing and so forth.
And that’s how the silliest, most juvenile online activity in which I have ever engaged became one hell of a strange and unforeseen opportunity.
Nothing tragic aboot that!