Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Comments, comments, comments. . .

Anyone who is anyone should be able to comment now.

Sorry y'all were stymied.

More later.


Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Whence the name?

It comes from a conversation with Libby as we skidded our way across Arizona on our way to Southern California, where a new job and a new life beckoned.

As we were both children of South Dakota, we had never been away from a place where you couldn't find pitch black at night on any given evening. I used to stand out on my yard on chilly nights and stare up at the stars and compose bad Star Wars ripoffs in my head, then go into my room and write them down until my parents would yell at me for playing music too loudly.

Even in the big cities in South Dakota, you only have to drive around 15 minutes to a half-hour to find that deep, velvety darkness.

But as we drove through the deserts of Arizona, I realized that we were leaving that forever. I'm not trying to say this is a BAD thing, just a different thing.

And, indeed, one can't escape the light in the megalopolis that is Southern California. I suppose we could if we drove over the mountains for an hour or so and went out into the desert, but who has that kind of time?

Anyway, this is all too nostalgic for something that's supposed to be vaguely witty, but the deep dark of South Dakota dark is vaguely comforting (if you can manage to ignore your fears of Sasquatch, as I had to when I would head out to do farm chores in the early evening), especially if you grew up in it. The constant twilight of the Los Angeles/San Diego/Orange County/Inland Empire area is disconcerting to me, even eerie.

So there you go!


You say you want a revolution (two years too late)?

The other night, as we were all making predictions for the year 2006 at the sort of highly cultured New Year's Eve party a man-about-town such as myself has been known to attend (my prediction was the defection of John McCain and Barack Obama from their respective parties to reform the wondrous Whig party), my good friend Mark said that he thought 2006 would be the year when the media love affair with blogs would unequivocally end.

I am fairly certain that I will have something to do with this, so here I am!

At any rate, I much prefer blogs that serve some sort of purpose other than post-adolescent whining and whinging, so I'm going to attempt to use this blog for a few purposes.


1.) Television criticism. Most of the TV criticism out there is pretty bad. And if my film criticism hero David Edelstein has taught me anything, it's that we need more good TV critics. So I will attempt to provide good TV criticism which no one will read! On occasion.

2.) A chronicling of various attempts to break into show business. I know there are roughly five million blogs already devoted to this. But I am a.) funny and b.) lazy. The combination should make for comic gold!

3.) Occasional media ramblings. I don't go in for the theory that blogs somehow keep the media in check (and I promise to never use the acronym MSM), but there's a lot that the world doesn't understand about said media. Honestly, I don't either. But I know about the two newspapers I've worked at. So I can give you insights based on those.

4.) Various other criticisms. Whatever I feel like.

5.) Anything else. This clause in the mission statement means I can post photos of my cats. You have been warned!

Anyway, this is far too glib and uses too many exlamation points. I promise something of substance is coming really soon.

If anyone is reading this.

Which almost no one assuredly is.