Sunday, March 25, 2012

Selling Stories or Why CBS Is “Winning” (And Other Assorted Problems With TV)



I watch television for the same reason I read books- to hear stories, to watch characters, to be interested and entertained by their lives and their choices and their relationships.  Unfortunately, television doesn’t work like books do.  The industry is not designed to sell stories, it is designed to sell cars, Swiffers, beer, cell phones, yogurt and toilet paper, along with a host of other things.  In the business of television, the stories told within the shows are literally just the hook to get viewers to watch commercials.

And so TV is all about the ratings.  Because money from ads gets higher the more eyes are tuned into the ads.  So higher ratings = more money = winning, as Charlie Sheen might say.  Which is fairly appropriate, since his (old) network is currently “winning.”  They have got some killer shows (in terms of Nielsens, which I’m a bit skeptical about, but that’s discussion for another time), including: The Big Bang Theory, which competes against American Idol on Thursday nights and consistently holds its own; a number of procedurals such as CSI (and the other two CSIs), Criminal Minds, The Mentalist, and NCIS.

As a network, CBS seems to be falling into the same mindset of the three TV networks in the 60s and 70s, which is basically, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”  Television in the 1960s was mostly meaningless and stupid (not exclusively, but on the whole- for example there was a show called My Mother the Car, where a man’s mother is reincarnated, as an old junky car), and this crappy programming led Newton Minow to refer to television as a “vast wasteland.”

The wasteland of the 60s though, didn’t go anywhere fast, as TV viewership was pretty much at its peak.  TV was crappier than ever- and people across America were eating it up.  Since television success is measured in viewership, networks would end up making more shows that were just like the ones already raking in the ratings.  Well, not just like.  The policy was “completely new, exactly alike,” meaning that they took the basis of the show and tweaked it a little to become a whole new show.  Like when ABC had huge success with Bewitched, NBC went and created I Dream of Jeannie, which has pretty much the same premise.

This sort of thinking can be seen really clearly in CBS’ programming today.  Since television is about making money, they photocopy their shows that are making money, so they get even more shows that are making money.  This can be seen in the large number of procedurals (and really clearly in CSI, CSI: Miami, and CSI: NY), making up most of their drama programming, as well as the multi-cam “setup, punch line” sitcoms that are all too prevalent on the network.

Clearly something needs to change if the way success is measured in the television industry ends up perpetuating dull shows that bring in an audience, instead of fostering creative storytelling and character development.  Networks are often not willing to take creative risks, because they can make money comfortably with shows that are not particularly interesting or entertaining, but have huge numbers, such as Big Bang Theory’s 16.0 million viewers just last week.

Network television is constantly looking for big numbers, something that shows such as Community or Chuck could never hope to achieve.  And so shows like those two rarely survive (unless they’re on NBC, which sometimes just doesn’t have other options).  But just because they can’t get 14 million people to buy super strength paper towels doesn’t mean they don’t have clever storytelling devices or fascinating characters.

So the big question is- why do we structure TV around a commercial format?  Why is it about the number of people watching commercials and not the quality or entertainment value of television shows?  Should there be shift toward a new type of television programming?  I don’t know.  But I do know that if CBS is “winning,” something is clearly wrong. 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Accepting New England: Cross Country Skiing and Why Everyone Would Enjoy It


Firstly, about this new column (and I’m just calling it that to pretend I’m fancy), “Accepting New England.”  There are a lot of little annoying things about living in New England, but instead of focusing on the bad (been there, done that), I figured I’d try to enjoy some of the good.  And surprisingly enough to, well, pretty much everyone, there are some cool things about living in New England, one of which is cross country skiing.

Since New England gets a decent amount of snow during the winter (approximately much more than some places and quite a bit less than others), it’s just something you deal with.  It’s cold, stays in parking lots until May and makes it hard to drive anywhere, but it also gives you snow days (yay!) and cross country skiing (double yay!).

(Little known fact: you can also dance and XC ski simultaneously)


Sometimes when I talk about my love for XC skiing people look at me like I’m crazy.  One, because I am crazy, and two, because it’s the opposite of cool.  Oh well.  Anyway, I think that mostly everyone would like XC skiing, and here’s why:
(to properly use the following information, search until you find the sentence that best describes you.  do not read any other sentences.  they are not for you.  nope, not even you, over there.)

-       for people who like to color within the lines - there are trails that have lines where your skis go, that way you’ll never venture off on a scary path, and you always know where you’re going,  Also, please don’t be afraid to color outside the lines- otherwise you’ll never be able to color in the sky, for goodness sake. (I would know, I thoroughly enjoy coloring in coloring books.  Sorry, moving on…)
-       for people who like to wear sporty athletic clothes - There are so many cute little exercise pants and colorful fleeces that you can wear while XC skiing.  Unlike downhill you don’t have to wear snow pants, so you can look cool and put together, and all that jazz.  And I’m super envious, because when I go skiing I look like this: 

-       for people who don’t like snow (like me) - XC skiing can give you a reason to appreciate snow, or at least to find something good that can come out of it.  This may reduce the frequency with which you hit your pillow when you wake up to a fresh blanket of snow.  Then again, I’m not going to promise anything…
-       for people who are allergic to snow - …sorry, I don’t think I can help you.  I’d suggest never trying it…I can’t imagine it would end well for you…
-       for people who like to and/or feel obligated to exercise - XC skiing can be great exercise, at least that’s what my leg muscles tell me the day after.  Then again, I may be a teeny bit out of shape…
-       for people who like acronyms - XC.  It’s short enough to text about.
-       for people who like yoga - while XC skiing you can easily end up in some sort of yoga position.  Is it intentional?  Usually not.  Is it still yoga?  Well…sure.  (Additional note: such strange positions can include splits, snow angel (face up), starfish (face down), pretzel, and a whole lot more.  Think “Twister” with skis and poles involved.  Yeah, it can get complicated fast.)
-       for people who never got to use ski poles - were you a beginner skier as a child who always wanted to use ski poles like all the big kids?  Me too!  We should talk, I think we’d be really good friends.  Also, you get to use ski poles for XC skiing, so that’s awesome.  You get to feel all grown-up and cool.  (Also, it’s impossible to ski without them…)
-       for people who are scared of heights - good news, XC skiing goes across the country, no ups and downs necessary.  This means no flying up to the top of a mountain in a scary metal contraption with sometimes nothing holding you in except a thin metal bar, and no skiing down what you thought was a gentle sloping hill at the bottom but from the top appears more like a cliff face.  You can literally ski across a flat open field as long as there’s snow.  (If there isn’t snow, you can still try, but I’m quite doubtful of any success).  Anyway, no need to go to high heights- now your friends can stop making fun of you for being scared to ski, and can start making fun of you for doing XC skiing.  Don’t worry- therapy helps.

If you didn’t find something above that describes you, please change yourself to fit an above description and then return to this page.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Thrilling Punctuation Contemplations


Just a warning, this title may have been slightly misleading...but now that you're reading this, why not just keep going?  Sometimes I write about punctuation.  You know why?  For the same reason I usually write about food- it’s something I come in contact with many times a day.  And most of the time I don’t even bother to acknowledge its existence (punctuation, not food- come on, don’t be ridiculous), but today, I decided to give punctuation its fair share of the spotlight.  Perhaps I need to find more exciting things to do…



I’m a fan of punctuation.  I use it often- at least at the end of every sentence, and sometimes even in the middle!  (See previous sentence for both examples).  That’s not to say that I always use it correctly, especially when writing dialogue such as:
            “I swear I just tossed the apple at his head for fun!  I didn’t know it was a bomb!” claimed a skittish Penelope.
            “Well you should have known,” retorted the FBI agent, “since you were the one that grew the apple bomb!”
I’m never exactly sure about punctuation in circumstances like that.  For instance, do you need all the commas?  What’s the deal with capitalization after stating the speaker?  These are all punctuation questions I wonder about, but never actually need to know and therefore never actually look up the correct formatting. 
In other punctuation contemplations (yep, love a good rhyme), I’m really a big fan of ellipses.  As everyone that follows me on twitter (aka, just my mom) is aware, I use ellipses often.  I’m a fan of trying to write as I think, and so ellipses indicate trailing off or thought, and is often how I punctuate my tweet-jokes.  (Again, thanks Mom, for reading).  …Anyway, ellipses can also be used to indicate awkwardness, which is fairly prevalent in my life. 
Other favorite punctuation techniques include comma splicing (which I overuse immensely- sorry English teachers!), parentheses (may overuse these too…sorry readers), dashes (used by me as more abrupt semicolon), and periods (they’re extremely useful).  All in all I’m a big fan of punctuation, in that it shapes the way written words are read and interpreted.  One thing I’ve yet to sort out with punctuation is how to put a (beat.) into writing.  Suggestions?  Because sometimes you just need to take a beat.  (Beat.)  Probably couldn’t come off as more of a nerd right now.   See what I said about the prevalence of awkward?...

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Driving, Daydreaming and Dancing - It's How I Do


Sometimes I get creative with driving...

Driving is like flying- except it’s on the ground, there are rarely in-flight peanuts, and I’ve actually done it.  Driving that is; I’ve never flown a plane.  So I guess this is where that comparison ends.  Oh well.  Driving is great, at any rate. (<- unintentional spontaneous rhyme).  Not for the environment (sorry Mama Earth), but for transportation.  As a resident of rural suburbia, I have really never had access to public transportation until college, and as a result the only way to get anywhere was, and continues to be, by car.  (Unless you have a helicopter and are willing to take me? ...No?  Ok, moving on).  So for me driving = freedom.  I can go hang out with friends, pick up my sisters from school, drop my sisters off at rehearsal, pick up my sisters from rehearsal, etc.  Yes, the price of using the car may include chauffeuring duties, but I’m alright with that.  You know why?  Because the car is the best place for two things: daydreaming and singing/dancing.  Don’t worry, I’m not a hazard on the road as my mind wonders to the days when I’ll travel the world in a hot air balloon or be best friends with the world’s first talking monkey.*  Besides, driving in a state where only 5 other people live (and 4 of them are in my family), there’s not a lot of traffic to contend with.  Except perhaps in lake house or leaf peeping season- but that’s another story.  Besides being the perfect capsule for daydreaming, the car is the best place to sing and dance.  You think people can’t hear you (they can), and you can’t imagine that people will look in their rearview mirrors and see you (they will).  It’s the perfect place to just jam out, whether you’re by yourself or with friends.  I love rolling the windows down, blasting Avril Lavigne’s “What the Hell,” and dancing with my lil sis.  We always make sure to be considerate though, and turn down the volume when small children are nearby.  Half of the fun of going crazy in the car is just imagining the amusement that you provide to fellow drivers as they go to check their blind spot, notice your sporadic dancing, and decide on second thought, not to change into your lane. 
If you’re in the car with others and you’re not dancing (for some crazy reason), then it’s a great time to chat!  I love spending time in the car with my sisters talking about the fascinating class structure in Edwardian England (thanks Downton Abbey), if we look like bugs when we wear giant sunglasses, and how obnoxious my laugh can be in contained spaces (whoops).  This is why I like driving.  I like to use the time to think, to talk, to sing, to dance, and sometimes to practice various and sundry UK accents (yes, I enjoy doing accents.  No, I’m not particularly adept).  I would happily be a (paid) chauffer for anyone that needs to travel less than 40 minutes and enjoys in depth discussions about the different pacing of multicam vs singlecam sitcoms.  So call me up if you’re in the New England area.  Oh, and sometimes I yell at red lights.

*Note: these dreams were made up expressly for the purpose of this post and do not reflect actual car-dreams.  Although they’re pretty cool.  And they’re going to happen.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Story of Bob the Crumb: A Collaborative Work

Every once in a while, there comes a story that just needs to be told.  The following is one of those stories.  Written with siblings and young cousins with varying degrees of involvement from plot development to suggesting the word "butt" numerous times, this story follows a young crumb and his adventures in the world.

The Story of Bob the Crumb
By: E, C, K, J & B


Once upon a time there was a crumb named Bob.  Well, he wasn’t always a crumb.  He used to be part of a granola bar.  A little oatmeal, a little honey, a little granola.  Bob had all of these.  One day, as Timmy, the owner of the granola bar, tried to eat it as a snack, Bob got scared and jumped off.  He hoped for a better future on the floor.  Little did he know the trials that lay ahead…
            Bob decided to walk and try to find some other crumbs and a safe place to stay.  After what felt like hours and hours of travelling, Bob finally came across other crumbs.  But why were they running?
            “The mouse!  The mouse!” they screamed.  “The mouse is coming!”
            “The what?” Bob asked.
            “The MOUSE!”
            Although he didn’t know who or what this “mouse” was, he decided that it was best to run.  Bob ran cross the floor until he spotted a hiding place, a small hole in the wall.  He sped toward it, please with his discovery.
            “This will be the perfect place for me to hide from the mouse.”
            Bob scurried inside and wondered why none of the other crumbs were following him.  Once he looked at his surrounding, however, he realized his safe haven wasn’t so safe after all.  He saw terrified crumbs huddled in the corner, staring at him with hi worried eyes.  Some were old, and some were no more than baby crumblets, but all were terrified.  Before he could leave, he heard the pitter patter of footsteps making their way to the hole in the wall.  Bob headed into a small dark corner of the cave.
            No sooner was he out of sight then the owner of the footsteps arrived at the entrance of the hole.  Although he had never laid eyes on the creature before, he knew without a doubt who the creature of the door was: the mouse.
            “Hello my darlings,” the mouse said in a devilish British accent, “Glad to see you decided to stick around.”
            The crumbs quivered at the sound of his voice and huddled closer together.  The crumblets whimpered.
            “I have good news and bad news.  The good news is I won’t eat you now.”
            One crumb let out a sigh of relief.
            “The bad news is that you will all be in my stomach within the hour!”
            The mouse laughed an evil, maniacal laugh and exited as quickly as he had come.
            Bob knew it was only mater of minutes before the mouse returned to eat them all.  He approached the other crumbs.
            “Quick, we have to get out of here before the mouse takes a fork to us!”
            “We can’t leave,” Chester the crumb piped up, “or else the mouse will eat our king!”
            “He’s trapped the king under a cereal bowl!” another crumb whispered.
            “Well maybe we can escape and save the king!”  We’ll have to act fast,” Bob urged his fellow crumbs.  “I have a plan.”
            Bob explained his plan to the other crumbs and they put it into action immediately.
            When the mouse returned five minutes later with more little crumbs in his grasp, everything appeared the same.
            “Time for tea and crumb-pets!”
            The mouse cackled at his own lame pun.  As he moved toward the corner to gobble up the crumbs, there was a sudden SNAP!  The mouse found himself trapped in the mousetrap that the crave crumbs had found and dragged into position only moments before.
            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed the mouse.
            “YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” screamed the crumbs.
            And off they went to go free the king from his cereal bowl prison.  And that’s just what they did.  When they found the cereal bowl, they all worked together to tip it over and free the king.
            “Who do I have to thank for my freedom?” the king asked his crumb subjects.
            ”That would be Bob, your honor,” Chester explained, pointing at the heroic crumb. “He saved all of us.”
            “Wow Bob!” said the king, “You are a true hero.  I hope that you will serve by my side and protect all the crumbs from dangers like that evil mouse.”
            As the king mentioned the mouse, Bob remembered that they had left the mouse in the trap.
            “Excuse me, I have one thing left to do.”
            Bob scurried back to the mouse’s hole.  Bob entered the hole and approached the trapped mouse cautiously.
            “What are you going to do now?” the mouse sighed sadly.
            “I’m going to free you.”
            “What?” said the mouse.
            “WHAT?” said the crumbs, who had followed Bob.
            “What?!” said the king, shocked and surprised.  “Why would you free the mouse?  He tried to hurt us all!”
            “Well,” said Bob, “That is true, but only because he was hungry.”
            “That is true,” said the mouse, “I don’t know what else to eat.”
            Bob had an idea.
            “Perhaps we can come up with a solution.  We can free the mouse if he promises to only eat cheese and leave the crumbs alone.”
            Everyone agreed to this plan, for cheese was not alive.  The crumbs were happy, the mouse was happy, and Bob was happy.  And because of Bob’s heroic, worthy and clever actions, the king awarded him the Brave and Honorable Crumb award, which came with a medal.  They placed the huge medal around Bob’s neck, but because of his small size and the medal’s large size, he was nearly crushed.
            “Take it off!  Take it off!” Bob squeaked from under the medal.  Once he was free, Bob laughed.
            “I think this will fit on my shelf better than around my neck!”
            Everyone joined in laughing.
            “And that’s why the mouse always eats cheese,” announced Chester.
            “What?” said everyone else.

THE END.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Christma-Tele-Kwanz-Ukah-Vision Day 13: Community 3x10

Happy Christma-tele-kwanz-ukah-vision everybody!  This is my celebration of the holiday season through television- one holiday-themed episode a day all the way until Christmas (and for the most part the episodes will be Christmas based.  I've yet to see a kwanza television episode, but I'll keep my eyes and ears open).  Enjoy the spirit of the holidays through the medium of television- make yourself a cup of hot coco, snuggle up in a blanket and immerse yourself in the season.


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Britta, the mute tree!


Community “Regional Holiday Music” 3x10

Although this episode doesn’t focus entirely on the celebration of the holidays, it’s Christmas spirit manages to shine through in song.  Because it’s a gleeful time of year- yes, that’s right, this is Community’s Glee spoof episode.  And a joyful one it is at that.  You want to know why?  Because, as Troy says, glee literally means…glee!  The episode features a number of fantastic, albeit much too short, musical numbers.  Some favorites include the Christmas infiltration rap, “Glee,” “Happy Birthday Jesus” (sing it Shirley!), and Britta’s awkward song.  This episode takes a silly look at the seriousness of glee club, as well as the joy that can come from holiday music, and the pain it can cause.  Literally.  Be careful about the next bus you take- Mr. Rad seems a little off his rocker.  And although this episode is fantastic in the musical numbers and soul sucking ability of glee club, it poses a question that many of us would love to have answered: what are regionals anyway?...

*Available on Hulu.com

Monday, December 12, 2011

Christma-Tele-Kwanz-Ukah-Vision Day 12: Raising Hope 1x11


Happy Christma-tele-kwanz-ukah-vision everybody!  This is my celebration of the holiday season through television- one holiday-themed episode a day all the way until Christmas (and for the most part the episodes will be Christmas based.  I've yet to see a kwanza television episode, but I'll keep my eyes and ears open).  Enjoy the spirit of the holidays through the medium of television- make yourself a cup of hot coco, snuggle up in a blanket and immerse yourself in the season.

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Adorable baby Hope redefining her image as Baby Jesus
Raising Hope “Toy Story” 1x11

In this episode of Raising Hope, Jimmy and Burt try to make a little extra money selling the “it” toy of the year- “Baby Sneezes.”  This is a disgusting baby doll which produces snot (like I said, disgusting).  Virginia has her own Christmas plans, namely staring in the church live nativity as the Virgin Mary, with Hope playing baby Jesus.  Jimmy tries to save a Baby Sneezes doll for his daughter, but plans go awry.  The whole family put aside their own personal Christmas goals, however, in order to support Hope and erase the label she had been given in the community as a murderer’s daughter.  And as her grandmother says, Hope may be the best baby Jesus ever.  Except for baby Jesus… 

*Available on Netflix Instant