Next week is the Lost season premiere and I'm going to admit... I'm pretty damn excited. WOO! It got me thinking about how much television has evolved over the years (because yes, I've watched a lot of TV in my lifetime, and yes, I am a dork and think about things like that). Now there's all these different formats, online, DVD, etc. in which to watch your favorite shows, and the ability to watch multiple episodes all in a row have really changed the way shows are written. Sitcoms have become much more serialized (take, for instance, How I Met Your Mother), and DVDs, not syndication, is what people look forward to once a season ends.
I feel like the experience of watching something as it airs, waiting for it week by week, is so much different than marathoning it over a couple of weekends. Whether it makes the experience better or worse, I'm not sure. For me, I like the separation. The long, painful waits. Because it allows me to see each individual episode more clearly, and appreciate the nuances more. My obsession with a show lasts longer, and it has a bigger impact on me.
I don't know, I probably just watch way too much television.
I haven't written in a while, and I don't know how often I will be in the future. Sometimes I get tired of blogging, because i feel like it puts so much of myself out there for the world to see. I have a lot of thoughts, but do I really want them all known? I don't want to look back on past posts and cringe at how I have exposed myself so forthrightly out there for every one. What if I say something stupid? Who is judging me?
Plus, I feel like I'm writing enough in other things. I try to keep a journal of all my daily thoughts that don't make the cutting room floor into this blog. I write for the school newspaper. I write for class. It's a lot of writing everyday, and frankly, I'd rather be watching TV.
But right now I'm just procrastinating and not doing my homework. I have to ready Tolstoy by Tuesday. As I sit here with the book in front of me however, I think about how lucky I am to have this assignment as the thing I am procrastinating about. I mean, oh poor me, I have to read Tolstoy! Only one of the greatest writers ever. And at least I'm not reading War and Peace. I think it's pretty great that I just read and write all day long. I don't know why people complain so much, if they're studying what they love. Most people aren't, I realize, but come on, it can't be that bad.
Oh no! I was doing so good this morning. I went shopping, did laundry, cleaned out my car, and then washed my car. But as I slowed down to enjoy a late lunch, that's when it all ended. My squishy behind has felt it's counterpart, my lumpy couch (good thing those adjectives aren't switched!) and now, it promises not to move for anything less than an apocalypse.
For some reason, the question, "If you were an animal, what would you be?" seems to come up a lot in my life. Another variation includes, "What is your favorite animal?" And no, I am not in 2nd grade. Blame it on lame icebreakers and those discussion classes where the group is small enough and the teacher feels the need to do some ice breaking so everyone can get super close and bond over the course of the quarter.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, well, I've started to enjoy answering by saying "I would be a black stallion" in a really cool and sublime way. Because I'm wild, and free, and beautiful, duh. On days like this, though, I think a sloth is a more appropriate animal. Days like this, being most days. On my good days, I'm maybe a turtle. I'm mellow, with a hard outer shell, and kind of snappy. But that doesn't make for quite as good of an impression.
Have you ever noticed how in those classes there's always the same type of people? There's that super unique girl that says she's a platypus, thus cementing how unique she is. That guy who sits in the back and slouches in his chair and says in a tone of complete boredom that he's something awesome like a lion or cheetah, when clearly he is not. There's that really nice, cute but forgettable type of girl that says she's a dog. And then there's that slightly overweight dorky Asian guy who says he's a panda, sometimes said with a laugh if he thinks he's one of the funny slightly overweight dorky Asians.
And now that I have effectively wasted time writing this, I think I'll go back to doing nothing. Me FTW!
I must admit, I'm pretty addicted to Glee. Just in time for the hiatus until April. Woo!
I haven't done this in a while...
The Good: Although the first episode felt like some strange mixture of High School Musical and the movie Election, it was also pretty much brilliant. Somehow it managed to hit all the right notes (a pun!) and it was sweet, funny, and damn entertaining. While the rest of the season never quite reached that peak, it sometimes came pretty close. And always, even though they are obviously lip syncing, the song and dance numbers are fun! And the MVP of the series, Sue Sylvester, never fails to be awesome. I can't wait to ride that train next spring; destination: HORROR!
The Bad: Honestly, the characters are pretty blah. Not that they don't have personality, but even the likable ones aren't really people that endear themselves to you. Rachel's the lead character, yet most episodes you just kind of hate her. Will's kind of annoying. Kurt has troubles being gay, but sometimes he's just a bitch. There's Sue, but she's more of the love-to-hate variety. Eveyone's sort of two dimensional, and some characters, like The Other Asian, don't even have lines. I love Glee, but if the show never came back, I wouldn't really care about what ever happened to these characters. All I'd miss was snazzy renditions of catchy songs.
The Ugly: The writing is so all over the place it gives me whiplash. Stupid story lines about fake babies and yearbook defacing... it doesn't go as far as complete satire, yet it's not a realistic show in any way. Sue is a cold-hearted villain who enjoys kicking a person when he's down, yet she has enough empathy to visit her mentally challenged sister every week? I'm just really really confused with what type of show this is. The plots seem to almost act as draping for an excuse to break out in song and dance every week. See if this seems familiar:
Will walks in rehearsal room
Will: Hey kids! I have a new number for us to practice! This is because (it's a new category for competition, Artie's in a wheel chair, we need more hair in our numbers, etc.), so let's get started! Rachel you are the lead!
Rachel smiles HUGELY. Kurt rolls his eyes. Mercedes shoots her the death glare. Finn tries to figure out what the word "practice" means. Quinn pouts.
The singing starts and all the "kids" get into it!
Will: That was great guys! We're going to blow them away at sectionals!
Sue walks in
Sue: You look like a lesbian, Will. My Cheerios RULE ALL! I'm going to destroy your little Glee club. MWAHAHAHA.
Will looks angry.
Does it seem familiar? That's because it happens EVERY SINGLE EPISODE.
In conclusion, I'm such a sucker for cheesy musical numbers and get easily sucked into teen dramas. And I'm proud of it!
I really enjoyed the gloomy weather today. Although I guess "gloomy" is a word that doesn't do it justice. The sky looked like it was covered with a million little cotton balls, and the trees swayed slowly in the cold December air reaching out to unseen memories in the years of their life that got them to stand so tall. It made me nostalgic for simpler times, for who takes the time to stare up at the sky anymore? Who wonders how old a tree is?
I looked out my window today for quite a while. I felt like I was staring at the essence of beauty.
In our quest for ultimate happiness in the form of complete satisfaction, are we just setting ourselves up for disappointment?
The more books that are written for self-empowerment, instructions on how to be Happy, and those on achieving some sort of modern American dream, the more unhappy we all seem to be. It's like people have begun to expect to be happy all the time... and any signs of depression just means you need medical attention.
There's so much focus on self-fulfillment, and messages on how to live The Good Life. I seriously hate watching movies or shows about the 1960s (I'm looking at you, Mad Men and Revolutionary Road), that seem to exist only to point out how desperately sad and caged in everyone was back then. "Thank GOD for all the freedom we have now! WHO wants to live in the SUBURBS?!" the shows yell at you as they blow smoke in your face. "Be selfish, and be directionless, I mean SPONTANEOUS, and BE HAPPY!"
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with wanting it all. It's just that people need to remember that Happiness isn't a goal. It's just an emotion. There's a reason we feel it all-- good and bad.
...But anyway, I'm starting to feel super preachy, so I'll end with something that will hopefully make you... a little happy! =)
Now, aren't you happy you're not in a love triangle with a lazy-eyed girl who's careless with her epileptic dog? Win!
I tend to get obsessive about things for a while, then get over it, and start to wonder what was wrong with me in the first place. Also, having no section for "Favorite TV Shows" makes absolutely no sense to me. That should tell you a lot right there.