Stargates and etc.



So Eli Roth is working on three projects simultaneously, which, including a fantasy past time of beating Nazi with baseball bats, makes two things we have in common. Getting back into the workshop scene has revealed that my tenuous grasp of storytelling has slipped and that my favorite convoluted and apparently genre-obscure project isn’t universally appealing. So two projects go on the back burner and another one comes back for another pass.

Elsewhere, I snagged my second limited edition print from the arg-inspired LOST art project damoncarltonandapolarbear.com. It did not involve dolphins killing the president, but I am expecting some murderous marine mammals once the show returns.

Also, completely unexpectedly, I’m kinda digging Stargate Universe. The first episode was interesting, and it might just scratch the itch BSG left behind when it finished up. Robert Carlyle is playing things slightly detached, which is creating conflict with just about everyone at this point. Here’s hoping it holds up.

My Olly Moss Locke print….



Courtesy of Damoncarltonandapolarbear.com:

Snagged print no. 281 of 300. Looking for a nice chunky wooden frame and gonna put it on the wall next to the classic Anatomy of a Murder one-sheet.

Five-year constants becoming variables ain’t the way to keep me grounded.



LOST, I want to start by saying I do love you, but I think it’s time we step back and look at where this relationship is going. There have been a lot of ups and downs over the last few years and it’s not really that you or I have changed, it’s just that I need time…

So, I thought it would take a lot more than another ‘reset button’ episode to shake my faith in my favorite television show, but there is this unsettled feeling left in me after last’s night’s season 4 finale. And the looming reminder that there are scant few episodes left to smooth things over.

LOST has always been about the storytelling and characters for me, and even characters I dislike, specifically Jack and Kate, get some intricate facets and backstory to support and expand upon their often insane, selfish actions and I still enjoy watching even though I don’t particularly like these characters. That’s great writing. It’s also something Cuse & Lindelof took the time to emphacize last night in the recap show, that LOST was very much about the characters and their storytelling priorities were to the beloved 815 core survivors and thus have spent the series crafting a meaningful journey for these people.

But that’s just not what I saw. I saw two completely new characters sandwiched into the third act given a power struggle that has apparently dictated most of the crazy stuff we’ve seen. All this really has done is completely undermind the stories of our central characters, making them pawns in this larger conflict.

And that’s just not sitting very well with me at the moment, because it sort of suggests that our Losties could be any smucks that the gods/deities/gate-keepers/whatever Jacob-&-his-rival-are decided to play out their game of backgammon with.

If only Locke were still around, maybe I’d have some faith. Because that was my very favorite thing, that no matter how many times Locke was manipulated and used, he was a man of faith when no one else was, he’d have bad times but eventually return to center, so I always had faith in him. But apparently people who have faith get completely fucked in this show and I was a sap to think otherwise.

So my faith is shaken, I’m feeling manipulated and if I could ask just one thing it’d be to ask Jacob “Is it really going to be alright?” Because I’m lost, you bastards.

My ongoing Transliterate crisis



So. It’s been a while. I’ve been doing things. Things other than blogging, obviously, and on the whole, generally things other than writing. Maybe I’m getting less verbose, slipping into a coma of non-thinking activities, congealing my brain into mush. I mean, that’s what you do when you age, right? Lovely thought, that.

But then, I do a lot of Twitter and Facebook. Not that there’s much thought or interpretation in those bite-sized chunks of randomness that flow from some narcissistic impulse. The continuing evolution of communication conspires to rob me of all motivation. In the PRO column, they do curb my desire to blog about the various whacked television developments, and since I hardly add much that you can’t find in the 40 million other Interweb television discussions, I’m going with that as a good thing. … Though it needs to be said that LOST is still the bomb, and all you bitches better recognize that John Locke, the zen-master-ninja-pimp of all things, has returned and will be kicking so much ass. Also, I love that Ashes to Ashes is back! Okay, so not entirely curbed…

While it’s been quiet here the short film I was working on is generally done and I hope to have a cut to show off at some point. I hadn’t been planning on entering any of the writing comps this year, just because my brain-lock set in around Febuary and I’ve taken a break from the workshop scene– BUT I got a little nudge and ended up doing a quick re-draft for Nicholl and while waiting for the submission page to come up, I got impatient and entered PAGE, BlueCat and Austin as well. Need to figure out how to make my ADHD work for me more often! if only it’d do the dishes.

Speaking of the non-existing attention-span, I’m bored now and can’t be bothered to figure out how to end this post. Considered a positive outlook- need to work harder- kinda declaration, but meh. I want to write, so I’m gonna just continue trying to hold off the distractions.

LOST fans be warned, Ben Linus is screwing with American History!



Pictured above, left: Union Army General Joseph Hooker (approx. 50 years old); right: Ben Linus. I mean come on, you didn’t think he’d join the Confederacy, did you?