Painting With Shotguns XIX
T-minus a couple days before I eject into the atmosphere and land somewhere around, ohhh, say, Park City, Utah. In the meantime, sounds like a good time to jack a couple shells into the ol’ badboy and fire a couple hot steaming loads of lead right into your facemeat.
Once more, another round of the random birdshot that is Painting With Shotguns.
Please to enjoy.
Then again, is anybody on Team Leno? Anybody at all? I’m gazing out over my vast audience, looking for any wildly gesticulating hands in the air. Anybody joining up with the Army of the Chin? Or will you all march with Conan the Barbarobrien with his Ginger Army of the Hairpocalypse?
I don’t actually watch The Tonight Show. I never liked Leno as host of that show. He always struck me as pandering. Worse, he struck me as safe. It’s late night. You can be a little edgy. Kids aren’t — or, er, shouldn’t — be up and watching you at that hour. Letterman always had an edge. O’Brien always had an edge. So when O’Brien grabbed the brass ring of late night television, I was happy. No, I still wouldn’t watch the show, but I endeavored to catch bits of it on Hulu.
Leno — I mean, c’mon. He could’ve gone out at the top of his game, ala Seinfeld, and been successful behind-the-scenes. Somehow, I guess he craves the taste of late night television, the way a cannibal craves the marrow in a man’s bones.
Ultimately, part of me wants to say (regarding this whole mess): “Hey, who really gives a shit?” Don’t we have real stuff to worry about?
We do. More important stuff. That said, there exists in this realm an interesting subtextual battle, a battle of corporate interests falling outside the range of public demand, a disconnect between corporation and community. I don’t think NBC is a monster in all of this: they’ve stood by some risky quality programming. (Speaking of which? Chuck is back on. You’re watching Chuck, right? C’mon! It’s a show named after me. Do it. Do it!) If anybody here is is wearing the shit-filled pantalones, it’s Leno. NBC is just confused, I assume, out of touch with What People Like versus What Ratings Say and What Advertisers Believe.
Further in there is an argument over how we measure success–? Conan is, from what I understand, very successful online. The fact that Hulu has the clips and show available means, frankly, that I don’t have to wait up that late to catch a television show.
Ehh. I dunno.
Here’s hoping Conan, whose classy declaration set him apart yet again from Leno, comes out clean and happy.
Oh, and in case anybody worried whether or not Jay Leno was a corporate shill?
And if you’ve not witnessed the glory of the late Bill Hicks on Leno…
And there you have it.
The Thirteen Madmen
So far, I’ve gotten blog posts from…
Julie Summerell, Paulie D, Eddy Webb, Pete Woodworth, and I know that Rick’s is on its way. [EDIT: Rick's is here! All hail the glory. The angels did sing.]
On deck: cartoons, video games, the English language, vagina, and penis.
Still waiting on the rest from, let’s see, David Hill, Josh Loomis, Aaron Dembski-Bowden, Guy LeCharles Gonzalez, Amy Nichols, Laura Stone, Jeff Tidball, and last but not least, Heather Groves.
You’ve got till tomorrow morning, peeples.
I trust you’ll not make the Baby Jesus soil his swaddling in rage by neglecting to provide content for this here so-called “blogopolis.” (By the way, that’s me trying to coin the term “blogopolis” to move us away from “blogosphere.” Blogosphere sounds like it’s something we breathe. Blogopolis sounds like a diverse — if totally bizarre — cityscape of shouting weirdos. Y’know, like New York City.)
Tick tock tick tock.
Speaking Of The Dread Pirate LeCharles
(Wait, what? The Ghost Pirate LeChuck and Guy LeCharles Gonzalez are not one and the same? Are you sure? Aw, goddamnit. Next thing you know, you’re going to tell me that Will Hindmarch isn’t the math genius janitor from Good Will Hunting or that kid with the robot in that TV show. “Danger, Will Hindmarch. Danger!”)
Anyway, over at loudpoet, Guy speaks once more of e-readers, and I always find his thoughts on the subject interesting. I figure I’ll add my two cents about e-readers.
I have the Kindle app for the iPhone. It’s a nice app. It’s readable. It’s clear. In many ways nicer on the eyes than reading a book, as I can adjust the text to my liking, and it’s nice and bright and I could read it in the dark if I wanted.
And yet, I don’t really enjoy the experience. Don’t get me wrong. It’s functional. I can manage. But I’d choose a physical book any day of the week (twice on Tuesdays!).
Problem with the e-readers is a lack of context. I hold a book in my hand, it has heft. I can see how far along I am in the book. I can see how far I have in the chapter. Those two things alone are critical in my experience with the product — yes, they’re less important than how much I’m enjoying the book, but it still doesn’t shake the sense of alienation and uncertainty I feel when reading lots of text in the Kindle app.
It’s like this: imagine going to a movie and not knowing the running time. Or turning on a television show that starts at 9:23 PM and has no notable end time. You’d feel a little lost, a little disoriented. “When will this be over? Is it an hour show? An hour and twelve minutes? A sixteen-hour marathon? Where am I? What’s happening?”
It’s a trite complaint, I know, but it’s not a complaint I can shake. If in the future my favorite books are only in that format, I’ll manage, but it won’t be pleasing. Look at it this way: e-books are not like digital music. I can take digital music and I can juggle it from my computer to any number of handheld players, and most importantly, I can still burn it to physical media and listen to it in my car. E-books don’t yet have that versatility, and further don’t have a way for me to manifest it in the ways that I want.
Now, I say all this and I don’t have a “proper” e-reader, but that’s of course because they’re goddamned expensive. Foolishly so. They’re unitaskers all around, as opposed to my iPhone which is a multitasker. Publishing may end up as “all e-book, all the time,” with physical copies being prized artifacts like LPs, but so far, I don’t want that. I like having both. Further, with a physical product, I like having context.
Plug It Up
Okay. Back to bullet points. Deal with it.
- Good Will Hindmarch Hunting is doing a very cool thing over at his space, which is to offer admiration to… erm, those he admires. Publicly and without hesitation. It’s nice. And he says nice things about me, which is lovely and unnecessary but I appreciate just the same.
- Do Some Damage (the infamous Steve Weddle, actually) has an interview with Hilary Davidson over yonder. Hilary’s got a novel coming out in November, and it’s a great interview. It combines great topics: writing advice, gluten-free eating, a brothel in Pompeii. Good stuff. Plus, she refers to herself as the “MacGuyver of Murder.” If you want links to some of her stories — here goes. In particular, check out “Insatiable.”
- A quick personal plug: “If you say the word ‘chillax’ again, I will wear your esophagus as a leg warmer.” You’ll also find an insightful discussion there on the difference between liberals and convervatives. Good times.
- Rob Donoghue talks Tumblr!
- You are reading John August’s blog, right? While I’m very excited at the creative advisors we might be meeting at the Sundance Screenwriters Lab, I am sad that John August won’t be among them.
- Might I add that if you have something to plug (or want to point a finger at something cool someone else said), feel free to lay it down in the comments here so that others may see.