Tuesday, March 27, 2012

TV Shows That Lasted Too Long/Not Long Enough

Wow. Only 2 posts so far this month. Sorry. What can I say, school is a priority.
Anyways, here's a post I've been thinking about for a while and finally got around to making.

TV Shows That Should Have Ended Sooner Than They Did

 
I loved Scrubs in high school. It was my favourite show. But after about season 5 or whatever one ends with JD and Elliot on the brink of getting back together yet again, I just stopped watching. To think they kept it going when Zach Braff left, with a new main character, even though the majority of the show was JD's inner dialogue...like, in his brain...wow. Such a disappointment.


 I never watched this while it was on, but borrowed the DVDs from a friend a few summers ago. I loved the show and the characters and the storylines, but it really should have ended a season earlier so they wouldn't have to kill Marissa off when Mischa Barton left, and fans wouldn't have had to suffer that awful final season.




It pains me to say it because this is my favourite show, but I actually thought up this post while watching the most recent episode. I think it should have ended after Pam and Jim's wedding, being that they were the central couple. I don't think it should have ended when they just got together, like the U.K. version.
That being said, I really liked Season 7, so I think maybe it should have ended when Michael left. I've only enjoyed one episode this season and by "enjoyed" I mean "liked more than some stuff on TV, but not nearly as much as earlier seasons of this show." I just can't bring myself to do what I did to Scrubs and give up altogether.

TV Shows That Should Have Kept Going Longer Than They Did



obvs. Movie didn't satisfy anything for me.



 
Hopefully the movie will do something for me.



 
I love this show and I have the DVD Box Set. It was so well-written and really deserved more than one season.

Are there shows you wish had lasted longer, or got cancelled sooner?

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Life is Weird and Beautiful

I haven't been updating frequently because I haven't been feeling very creative and nothing too inspiring or exciting has happened lately. But I think it's time to dust the cobwebs off my blog and crank something out.

So here's some random stuff I've been thinking about lately.

     I have been very stressed out this semester about graduating. It's exciting but also terrifying. So much of my life is a question mark. As it should be at 22, probably. So much of it is out of my control. I could get a job I love and do it for the rest of my life or I could do something I hate and find I want to start all over again.
     Knowing that pretty much every adult in the world has gone through this at some point isn't comforting, it just makes my anxiety feel trivial.
     I read The Pale King a couple months ago, and it was a really lovely, depressing book. One of the quotes I wrote in my book journal from it was, "Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui - These are the true hero's enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real." I think a lot of people end up places in life that they aren't happy with and they don't do anything about it. And I used to think this was really bad and sad and terrible, and like most young people I wanted an exciting, adventurous life.
     But now...(and this is how I know I'm getting old) I look at that quotation and I think that Wallace had it wrong. Obviously he was a very brilliant man with a lot of problems and a lot of screwed up thinking, and he killed himself..and one of the probable reasons is because he couldn't deal with those enemies he listed.
But are they really enemies? Routine just means stability. repetition means familiarity. tedium and monotony are inescapable and I agree one must learn to deal with those things. Ephermacy, if it means the same thing as ephemerality which I think it does, isn't fearsome, it's beautiful.
     I know longer see these things as part of a terrible, dull life, but just as a part of life. any lfie.

In this video, (which you should really click away to watch) one of my heroes talks about his college years and how when he was young he "thought adulthood would basically consist of having a series of very interesting conversations about great books. It turns out that adulthood primarily consists of standing in line and being on hold." 
But what I really like about the video is what he says at the end.
"Professional lives, which take turns you can never imagine - from lawyer to librarian, or from minister to vlogger - are important. But it's not what life is about. Human life is really about relationships and communities."

     Earlier today in my YA lit class, we had to do a project that I didn't like at all. We had to read a biography of a person (not today, some time before today) and then today we had to dress up like the person and deliver a 5-minute monologue about his or her life. I didn't like it for a few reasons. I mean, I thought the assignment was fun, but it was pretty juvenile for a university class and it was just poorly organized and not well-executed in the class, but anyways, something struck me about the presentations. While delivering the monologue, we weren't supposed to say who the person was, so our classmates could have a chance to guess who we were.
    And for most of the monologues there was a certain point where everyone in the audience had that "aha" moment. Some of the people were obvious just from the costume, or if we had all read a book or seen a movie about that person's life then as soon as we knew where and when he or she was born, we would know who it was. But for most of the people it wasn't until a certain detail came out of the monologue that we really got it.
For example, I was David Suzuki and as soon as I said I hosted The Nature of Things on CBC, most of the class audibly went "ahhhh".

     Later, I was talking to my friend who wasn't in the class about this and how most people's early lives aren't that distinguishable, really. Most of the first halves of the monologues were the same for everyone. Where the subject was born, their schooling and early life...and it wasn't until adulthood that the focus came in, whether that was environmental activism or painting or fashion or acting.
My friend said, "Yeah, usually people don't get famous until the middle or end of their lives"
Obviously there are tonnes of exceptions to this generalization, but it kind of made me feel less anxious about not knowing where my life is going.
In 50 years if anybody is giving a monologue pretending to be me, what's happened up until this point could possibly be summed up in a paragraph.

The other thing that's important to remember about lives is that they aren't stories. They don't make sense as they are happening. I gave a monologue based on Suzuki's autobiography, where he was selective about what to include. We don't know the significance of events until later. Which is so frustrating and exciting.

The end of Suzuki's autobiography was kind of similar to John Green's point about relationships, and it's how I chose to end my monologue.
"I hope that my life can be summed up as a positive addition to the human family. Perhaps one or two programs I've done on television or radio will be played again after I'm dead, perhaps a book or two I've written will be read. That would be nice. But the one true legacy of any value is my children and, through them, my grandchildren.”

So.....all that is to say I don't know where I'm going 
but it's probably okay. 
 
  In the words of Meghan Tonjes: "I know that I will be loved no matter where I go. And I'm gonna be fine, fine fine."

Here's me dressed as the great David Suzuki.

Monday, March 5, 2012

My Sestina

     Weeks ago, I learned about another form of poetry I'd never encountered before. A sestina is six six-line stanzas, and a three-line stanza. There is no rhyme scheme, but the end word of each line is repeated in each stanza, always as the end word, but in a different order. Example: the end words of the first stanza are ABCDEF. The end words of the second stanza should be FAEBDC. In the last stanza (the three-line one, or tercet) all six words are repeated in a certain order, in the middle and at the end of lines.
     It sounds complicated, but it's not if you can see it and you have actual words to look for.
     My friend and I decided to write sestinas. I didn't get permission to share his, but it was good. It was about Batman, which is pretty cool.
     Mine isn't about Batman, but here it is.
P.S. any variation of the word is allowed, so you can pluralize it if necessary. Also, I played around with the tercet but whatever.
Also, tell me if you catch any allusions.
Also, tell me what you think of it. in comments.

"Lovesong for Uncertainty"

                 After all this time
            I am a victim of love.
And though I try not to doubt
                           why or how
you love me, the truth is I don't know what I would do if
            I had to be without you.

Once, when we were younger, you
and I discussed the passing of time,
                          never knowing if
                               our love
               would survive it, or how
      long we could outlast my doubt.

And speaking of doubts,
how much longer can you
    hold out, trying to convince me, and how 
much longer must we arbitrarily keep track of time
            before we give up conventions and let love
                                          suffocate our what-ifs.

                                                            If
I should die before I wake, will you doubt
                              where I end up? Love
                   is where we're drawn to. You
                              say, "There will be time"
(for decisions and revisions). I demand to know how!

                                                        And how
                                     should I presume if
                                                            time
                         continues passing, and doubt
                                       consumes even you,
I don't stand a chance, even if my cells compose love.

                                           If I am comprised of love
                                        then all my whys and hows
                                          are as ephemeral as you
                                                    and I. If
                                    love is the answer, then doubt
is just a sickness of the mind, though not as lethal as the consuming cancer of time.

If love is a place, the ifs don't matter.
How will your face look when they serve you on a platter?
How dare you doubt the Truth of ticking time.