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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Imagine


I miss Def Poetry. I don't have HBO anymore, I might go back and get these on DVD. Black Ice so eloquently poses the question of what life could be like on a level playing field. I wonder how some conservatives can hear the obvious skill and intelligence presented when posing this question and still somehow believe that anyone can be born with a 'losing' hand? Maybe the soulless can't identify with soul? Anyway, check out the video... and if you are so inclined, listen to some of Black Ice's other work. The guy is a genius.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja

End Of An Era: The Death Of Heroes

Heroes Flashback

This is the blog that has taken almost 2 days to even sit down and prepare to write. Some may feel that I'm being melodramatic, but I'm only trying to accurately convey my feelings on the subject.

I can recall reading the advance reviews of Heroes in TV Guide and other media calling it "interesting". I already knew two paragraphs in that this was going to be an unadulterated hit, at least in my world. One of the criticisms about the show was its similarity to X-Men, and I thought that was rather stupid. Not everybody read the X-Men, and it wasn't exactly the same thing. Anytime you talk about mutation, people are going to throw Marvel's merry mutants at you. So what? Regardless, the idea of mutation allows for rich storytelling. People fear what they don't understand. I couldn't wait until the 1st episode, and the first season did not disappoint. Save The Cheerleader, Save The World.

Then comes the Writer's Strike. I understood the mechanics of it all, but that strike was the single-worst thing that happened to my beloved show. Chopped our season in 1/2, left us hanging for a year, and one of our best writers, Bryan Fuller, jumped ship to write another show that ultimately failed (lose-lose for everybody). I don't want to speak ill of anyone, but I don't think anybody really knew what they were doing after that. I had a conversation with D.H. Lawrence XVII, he is of the opinion that you shouldn't criticize writers unless you've written, but I disagree. You don't need to be an expert in something to know when it's going wrong. I don't need to write an entire series to know that this series was going wrong. Had it been going right, I wouldn't be writing this blog. We had character after character being introduced and suddenly being forgotten (Micah's cousin, the flying kid that dated Claire), the story was all over the place, and many people became disenfranchised with the series. Diehards like myself hung on, hopeful that things could and would turn around.

I don't know if that turnaround ever actually happened. I personally want the head of the nimrod that brought in Kristen Bell (Elle) and Brea Grant (Daphne) only to kill them off. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Personally speaking, I think they would have benefited from being more intricately and intimately written in to the core characters' storyline. Killing them was a cheap trick, a pull at the heartstrings that accomplished nothing. Kristen had a following coming off the cancellation of Veronica Mars (victim of a network merger) and Brea was gaining popularity rapidly (I liked her more than Ali Larter's character, who had been there since Day 1). Arguably they were underused resources that were indicative of the scramble behind-the-scenes to gain footing when the series started to slip in the ratings.

When they announced that Bryan Fuller would be returning for the 4th (and now final) season, I thought all would be well again in the world of Heroes (I re-watched the 3rd Season on DVD, and I liked it better the second time around). Somehow, that never happened. I'll need to go back through the 4th season to try to determine what might have been considered "wrong" (it's all subjective), there were a few stand-out episodes that I enjoyed, but we couldn't stop the axe from falling. I think we could have benefited from being on another network (sorry, Big Dave, but even you can't defend the Network responsible for the Jay Leno Experiment. They might sign the checks, but they are just rich idiots, and idiots nonetheless...), but we are stuck on a 3rd place network that cancels shows like "Life" and thinks that one vastly over-rated late-night host could be the salvation for their boneheaded leadership.

I'm not nearly as hostile as I originally was, because D.H. did point out that they were smart enough to hire him and all the other fantastic actors, producers, production assistants, and crew that made up the Heroes family. The Mighty Foz, Wendy & Lisa, the "other" Wendy, through Twitter, they connected us in a way that makes this so much more than just "another tv show being cancelled". I envy those who can just turn the channel and move on to the next show. It's really not been that simple for me. I have plans for fan-fiction of my own once I finish my own original stuff, I am going to have marathons just for myself, I will not let Heroes die. I wish I could say I was absolutely sure that it's totally gone (the resurrection of shows like Jericho and Family Guy give me hope), but for now, I've got to move on.

In the most cosmic stroke of Irony, The Mighty Foz (a producer on the show) tweeted this yesterday from his mobile (I know he wasn't driving and tweeting, right?):

"Almost hit a fucking peacock. A fucking PEACOCK!"

Foz, you should have squashed that fucking peacock into oblivion.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

100 Notes And Running

It's really important that you know exactly who and what you are... because until you do, every single thing you do is never going to measure up. That's 100% IIWII, people (It Is What It Is). If you refuse to accept this very simple life fact, you are going to fight externally what you can only fix internally.

I came up with this little gem on my own while watching the new version of Carson Daly's show, Last Call. For the longest time, NBC had him as the 3rd string late-night host on a last-place network, but he maintained a small core audience. Carson has slowly cooled (in popularity) since his days of the now-defunct TRL (I guess TRL needed him more than he needed them...) but there was something missing from his late-night rhythm. He was trying to come up with original bits, spoofs, but nothing stuck. The show was very much a take-it-or-leave-it-type experience.

Now, I don't know what prompted the change, I just remember when it happened. I just happened to catch his first show in the current format, it was a black and white shot. They also shot a low handheld from underneath, and it looked to me that Carson was... Carson again. It was like the whole idea of putting him in a studio behind the "other" Carson-type desk was going to make him a late-night host. If you looked at his numbers, you could easily dismiss the idea of Carson Daly with his own show as being a mistake. I don't feel that is true. What was the mistake was trying to take Carson and make him into something he wasn't. I won't say it's anyone's fault, Carson himself could have insisted on the format for all I know. Whatever the reason, it wasn't working.

Now that Carson has stripped things down, made things simple again, he's gone back to his music roots. He's in pubs and taverns, he's in the Viper Room, he's interviewing people in a relaxed environment... you feel like that's what you're doing. You're with friends, just chatting & relating to one another. I haven't seen any numbers on the new show (ratings), but this isn't about that. I'm talking about how his show made me feel. Outside of being introduced to a lil' new music from time to time, the show was quite underwhelming before. But watching this new show, I just got drawn in. His interview with Kat Von D gave me my first official Bucket List Entry: Get a tattoo from L.A. Ink. Something original. I also found out she's classically-trained as a musician and has some aspirations of a musical nature. But I digress...

You gotta do you, and the better you do you, the better you do (damn, that was a hook if I ever heard one... if ya' don't credit me, I'll find you, biotches!) Find your groove. You can't find your groove if you don't know who you are. Find your Tao. If you can't "Temet Nosce", then how can you ever hope to master anything else? I'm a fan of "Supernatural" now, and Bobby was talking to Sam about an outlandish plan to allow Lucifer to take control of him and accept his destiny of being his Vessel. Bobby said to him, "You're not exactly Mr. Anger Management... how do you expect to control the Devil when you can't even control yourself?" I said it before, you can't change internally by fighting externally. You can't know anything until you first know nothing.

I am sure that I am oversimplifying this, because if it was this easy, everyone would be doing it. Most of you don't know yourselves. It's apparent. Everyone else is "the problem" and you are "the solution". Not possible. Y'all know my favorite word: hubris. Pride is an assassin of so many good things. Overbearing pride and presumption. Until you can readily identify it in your life, you got no chance. It's a one-handed clap. It's a one man teeter-toter.

Keep it 100...

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja