Why, hello there…!
I’ve been busy. With “a mighty work upon the anvil”, as Hume said of Smith. Actually, two. Well…three. Pulling ten-hour days at the keyboard with the flu, secret projects, attempts to get paid, a starved wish to one day get back to the ever-dwindling clutch of stories I feel sure will one day provide a tiny annuity…if they don’t get staledated by the march of time, first. Also: comic scripts.
And songs for three albums, one with a brand-new (sort of) writing partner. And It’s all very exciting, but I have no time: as well, I still owe you Bloggers a Dark Knight review, two Games, and in the other room of this apartment sits a computer languishing, languishing, waiting one day to be hooked up…and the place is a mess, to boot.
And, my vacuum’s broken.
And I can’t find any clean socks.
So, pretty much business as usual, then. One good thing is that I’ve managed to stop writing about Dollhouse…because I don’t believe there’s much point writing about it anymore. Look, here was a very interesting situation where Joss Whedon wrote a show that…well, who knows what it might’ve been, but he wrote a show that simply couldn’t bear up under the kind of interference that he ought to know damn well Fox TV is prone to dole out. I thought it might’ve been his Questor Tapes, but it’s turned out less than that…I thought this might’ve been Whedon 3.0 we were going to see, but the fact is we’ll never know. Five episodes of nuttin’ in a twelve-episode run is a hell of a hurdle to overcome, and the question was only really “can he pull this dogshit into some kind of shape, or can’t he”, not “will this make it over the goal line”. Well, as it turned out he could pull it into some kind of shape, and he did, but it’s really too late now anyway, and besides it’s cancelled. So, what’s the maximum good outcome here? I guess that would be if the remaining episodes just threw caution absolutely to the winds, having nothing to lose, and just simply tried to burn a hole in my brain with something I’ve never seen before, never expected and never even knew I wanted. Something over-the-top mindblowing, a final highlight-reel go-to-hell goal, you want to see a messed-up science-fictional concept put on a TV screen I’LL SHOW YOU ONE…but though I’ll confess I don’t know beans about how they make TV shows, I think I’d be willing to bet that that’d be not only a Herculean task, but probably a Sisyphean one as well. He’s actually, if you look at all the little bits and pieces of dangling threads form episodes one through five, done a quite remarkable job of making sense from a lot of stuff I thought was just about beyond sense-making…there is really somewhere this show could potentially go, now…except there are only three episodes left, and the story hasn’t even really properly started yet, and so what do you do? I feel for the guy, and I’m definitely going to watch it through to the end because you never know…but there may not be much left to say, here.
But in other news…Seaguy 2 came out. My God, can you believe it? Something Nina Stone said struck me about this: she found it impenetrable.
And, on careful reexamination…wow, that’s just what it is!
Now this is a real testament to the Morrison/Stewart team, because who knew — WHO KNEW?! — that all that Seaguy 1 stuff would’ve so efficiently downloaded itself into my brain that I now just automatically go “yup, Am Dek Eye…Walt Disney, The Prisoner, and Crisis On Infinite Earths…xoo milk and monkey butter and half an animal on a stick, all perfectly straightforward stuff, nothing to wonder about, here…” Once, I blinked at Teknostrich. But no more. This stuff’s become natural to me. Good job, lads!
Hmm, lessee…what else can I talk about, as cover for slipping away from work…
Well, maybe I’ll just go away and try to think of something.
Posting to resume shortly.