Thursday, November 08, 2007
I'm sort of glad I didn't sign up for NaNoBloMo
I saw a news segment this evening that talked about a bloggers convention in Las Vegas. It showed a lot of people sitting at those large round convention center tables writing in their blogs. Hmmm. To make it appear even more pathetic the "man-on-the-street" portion of the clip didn't show one person able to describe what a blog even is. I wonder if the attendees actually sat in the same room for all the speechifying, or did they just log on and read each other's blogs?
CAUTION Spoiler Alert!
So, Smallville, (I admit it, I've been hooked on this lame escapist show from the start): Tonight some of Clark's powers get transferred to Lana via some convoluted lightning-strike-while-she's-holding-kryptonite contrivance. Guess what they do first? Mini-earthquakes ensue. Then after their passions are sated, the superpower goes to her head and she goes on a tear after her ex, Lex Luthor. In the end, as expected Clark and Lana have a super fight and he somehow gets back her powers. Finally, this show has Jumped the Shark.
I really don't want to offend people, but am I the only one who thinks the writers' strike should be extended, like, permanently? Hollywood ought to take a page from Ronald Reagan's book on dealing with the air traffic controllers and fire them all. I'd like to believe there are plenty of talented writers out there who could develop story lines that don't imitate everybody else, who could develop multi-dimensional characters, or who could write dialogue that isn't predictable and so patronizing.
Trouble is, the writers probably just crank out what the directors, and producers, and advertisers demand of them. The dumbing down of television isn't new, but wouldn't you think that with the hundreds of cable channels out there, the extra competition would have led to some creativity, somewhere? Maybe they (we?) should just fire the lot of them.
So, in deference to Emily's man, let's let the music writers off the hook, this time. Yeah, and then we'll have the producers taser the studio execs and we'd all get to taser the advertisers.
BTW, I fully support the writers' rights to their fair share of the royalties from DVDs and online content. I meant to include that disclaimer up front, but I got so carried away by Smallville and Super-Lana that it slipped my mind.
Here's a blogging idea: Maybe you could review The Spanish Bow. I started reading it, then put it aside to read The Maytrees (got up to the part about the cellist), which I put aside to read books on how to write novels.
I'd love to hear what you thought of either one.
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