February 15th, 2009

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So Valentine's day passed yesterday with nary a whimper. It seems sort of strange but I didn't see much of any runup this year. It's like Valentine's day dropped out of the nowhere without even the slightest bit of fanfare. I didn't see a single red heart or anything when I went out yesterday nor was there the saturation bombing online by florists and chocolateers. Maybe they figure with the economic outlook not as rosy as it has been in years past, people will cut back on Valentine's day purchases no matter what. There could be few things that qualify more as discretionary spending after all.

I ended up spending my Valentine's day at the Panera and learning the tyranny of New York first hand. Even before I became decrepit, I never really roamed around all that often. The area I'm in is crammed with stores of all types and I seldom have to travel more than 5 minutes to find what I'm looking for be it retailer or movie theater or whatever. BestBuy was having a sale on DS games and the only location that had it in stock for certain was in Staten Island. The only times I end up going to NY has been to get to NYC, which means the holland tunnel for the most part. I knew that that crossing was sort of pricey, as well it should be given the cost it must've taken to build the tunnels and also maintain them. I figured that crossing the bridge over to Staten Island would cost a few bucks tops given that it's a small bridge and a small road. $8. And of course they don't list the price until you get right to the toll booth so there's nothing to do but pay it. So in the end, the deal wasn't much of a deal but I felt sort of obligated to buy something anyway just so I didn't come away empty handed.

The gameday was pretty typical. No one I know is really Valetine's Day sort of people, regardless of whether they're in a relationship or not. All of the usual suspects were there and we ran through yet another game of Railroad Tycoon and then Agricola. Bill S is still obsessed with Railroad Tycoon, wanting to play it at every opportunity. My attention span for games is much shorter. I usually only end up playing, even something I love, half a dozen times tops before wanting to move on to something else. I have craploads of games still in my closet in shrinkwrap that never even got brought out.

Things wrapped up pretty early and we spent some time discussing education and just chitchatting in general. The general consensus seems to be that if the children really are our future, we might as well slit our wrists right now and spare ourselves the agony later. I suggested just shipping all of our underclass to Greenland. It worked for Great Britain after all and Australia turned out pretty well.
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Do they want somebody yellow? Hell no.



I snagged a copy of the Dr Horrible dvd online today after hearing a story about it on NPR the other day. They were interviewing Joss Whedon who has got to be one of the biggest douches in hollywood. The discussion was about his new series Dollhouse and about how he ran around from radical feminist group to radical feminist group to gauge their approval. Apparently the new show is like a donut with what appears to be frosted misogyny on the outside but with a thick creamy 'I am woman, here me roar and past the testicles' center. He wanted to make sure that the concept wouldn't get the jackbooted feminazis upset before they could suck his creamy center. From there it went on to some crap about him taking a whole bunch of women's studies in class and how he recognized that his thoughts oppressed women and some other lefty honky shit.

Anyway, they eventually got to the good part which was a discussion of Dr Horrible and the dvd. They played a song from the show and mentioned that the dvd had an entirely separate musical with it called Commentary, The Musical. It basically involved getting all the cast members together and scripting them around a dozen musical numbers interspersed with comedic dialog. I had had no clue that the extras for the dvd would include anything of the sort and really liked the clip they played. I snagged the thing earlier this afternoon and have been listening to it over and over. It's spiffy as hell, which I'll admit I do feel sort of conflicted about since Joss Whedon is such a douche.

My two current favorites as far as the commentary songs go is the one I've linked above and a 'rap' by one of the other Whedon brothers. It's enough that I'm actually thinking about buying a copy, which is a first for me.
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God in the machine

Much to my shame and chagrin, I've started watching Battlestar Galactica again. Right before the second half of this season started, there was a marathon where they replayed the season from the start. I had been channel flipping at the time and decided to sit and watch around 6 hours of catchup. I figure I'm still missing at least a dozen episodes in the story from when I stopped watching the show, but it doesn't seem to have interfered with understanding the plot. Since then, I've tuned in each week to catch each new episode and I can't help but be irked.

i've thought a bit about it and I think I've realized what bothers me so much about the show. At its core, it's the fact that whoever is writing this piece of crap is lazy as hell. This entire series has been one example of cheap gimmicks and Deus Ex Machina after another. Whenever it seems they had no interesting story left to tell, you could almost guarentee they would pop out a new skinjob cylon for a grand reveal. OMGWTFBBQ?! He can't be a cylon! Muahahaha, but he is! He is! And now you have to acknowledge that we have just turned your world upside down and what you thought was what was but is not what now is. After the fact that there were no more normal cylons to use as a jack in the box, we're given the 'final 5' which are even more of a screw you to the audience. Nothing is based on proper foundation and writing. It's all just rollercoaster bullshit meant to keep you tuning in week after week so you can see what new amazingly shocking thing happens next. Even when they're not playing the twister wheel 'o cylons, deus ex machina is all over the place. People disappear and then pop out of nowhere with all the answers. People get whacked in the head and all of a sudden know everything. There are time flashes forward and backwards to set up huge alternate narratives that make less than no sense other than to patch in exposition that someone stupidly left out the first time around. It's just pathetically lazy. All of it.

I dunno how much the show's creators can be blamed for this and how much of the blame is due to the nature of the beast. It must be hard writing for a show like this when you never know if you're going to be canceled or not. Still, others have managed to pull it off quite well and never had to resort to the gimmicks that are so often at the core of Battlestar Galactica. I really wish that tv shows were all storyboarded somewhat in advance and tv stations had to commit to multi-year runs. Maybe that would take some of the uncertainty out of the equation and writers wouldn't feel the need to feed their audience choppy crap.

At this point, I'm sure I'll continue watching the last few episodes until the show's conclusion. I just can't see being happy about it. There's been so little foundation laid that it's almost guaranteed that the ending is going to be herky jerky crud. This past week's episode was atrotious in that manner. None of it had been set up previously and all of the exposition was just dropped in the viewer's lap like a steaming pile. We might as well have Adama stumble over a copy of the script for the next few episodes and just write it into the show. According to this...I'm a cylon too! OMGWTFBBQ!