November 7, 2008
So I have been working on Dead-Alive for a couple of days now; I had posts ready for today & tomorrow, and was looking forward to working tonight on the posts for Sunday and Monday. What can I say – who knows when someone will be pushed off a sidewalk and sprain an ankle.
Then I received an email. Then another. And yet another. All of them asking me where in the world is today’s post of Dead-Alive for NaNoWriMo08?
I have no idea. None at all. I was working on it at work yesterday (DURING MY BREAK!!!!) and thought I had emailed it to myself – but I didn’t.
So now I am in the phase known to writers as extremus frustratinitis, whose unfortunate side effect is terrible writing. There are three new pages of Dead-Alive ready to be posted, but as they are ridiculously badly written, I have just decided that, once I have posted this, I will delete those dreadful pages and work on something totally new tomorrow.
The cure for extremus frustratinitis being chocolate, I shall go right now and get my first treatment. Hopefully it’ll kick in before the top of the hour and I shall be in full writing form within the early morning (or late night – depends on how you look at it).
November 7, 2008
Documentaries can be quite depressing in that they put us in direct contact, in the safety and comfort of our own homes, with some of the worse aspect of humanity. However, they also help remind us why we should continue to help, as much as we can, to “carry forward an ever-advancing civilization”. Many people around me are shunning them, suffering from what I fondly call the “digital ostrich effect”: they bury themselves in so many other, often innate digital things that they have no time for these depressing documentaries.
And, having watched far too many of them, I can totally understand why they do that. And I must admit that, every once in awhile, I have an acute episode of the “digital ostrich effect”. When I see documentaries such as the one posted below, I’m sometimes overtaken by grief and helplessness. How can any single one of us ever hope to make a difference?
Then I remember that I’m not alone. Just like people have been unaware of me and my crutches in the last two weeks, people are unaware of what is really going on in the world. The first step towards awareness is information: hopefully, by watching this documentary (as well as others like it!) and spreading it as far and wide as possible, a discussion can start, and the more intelligent of us will be inspired to find wonderful suggestions.
Make sure you listen to the young boy who speaks at around 10:00; such insight is heart-breaking yet amazingly clear for someone who has suffered so much.
So please, start or continue the discussion; don’t just send these links to as many people as you can; watch them first, reflect about it, and add your thoughts to it, and contribute
November 7, 2008
What with all this election talk, I almost totally forgot about last night’s episode of Ugly Betty. It had to be totally AH-MAH-ZING to make up for the lack of Heroes this week (Sylar! Please be human enough to have been the one who slowed Peter’s fall!!!).
So first of all, I was happy to note that while Wilhelmina’s attire wasn’t back to white or black, it was, perhaps suitably so, a beautiful dark palette. I ever liked the ‘darkness’ of her severe hairstyle at the party. Is this perhaps to underline the lightening in her heart? The stains on her soul were countered in seasons 1 & 2 by her wearing the purest of whites (well, almost). Now that she is becoming less Satan, more human, she just might be able to afford wearing darker colours.
Speaking of which, Daniel has been wearing some pretty dour outfits. Well, relatively dour as compared to the Daniel of before and, I have to admit, dashingly so. If I’m not mistaken, he’s been wearing pretty much only black lately. Is it because he’s still mourning his father? That wouldn’t make much sense, since he was still wearing colour after Mr. Meade’s death. Is it a way to show us that Daniel and Wilhelmina are rubbing off each other? Or is it a reflection of Daniel becoming more responsible? Or maybe *gasp* Daniel is slowly turning to the dark side, as evidenced by his Connor-trick?
Speaking of which – ouch on Connor’s fiancée! As we were thinking that perhaps, maybe, Wilhelmina might have found a new guy, he turns out taken. And might I add that I don’t like Connor. He’s a player, and not only in the sense of playing with women’s hearts – but rather, he seems to be the kind of guy who plays everyone for his own benefit.
While all these questions (and the many more I have) are intriguing and make one wonder what is going to happen, there are a couple of little things about the last episodes that are still nagging at me, which makes me wonder if, perhaps Ugly Betty is soon going to jump the shark soon. Yes, I said it.
The show was built on the tension between Wilhelmina and pretty much everyone else. On the one hand, we can’t expect that the experiences that she had in the last three years didn’t affect her; logically, she has to change, and where the show currently is makes sense. Perhaps Daniel and Claire will annoy Wilhelmina enough that she is going to snap and go for 100% of the company rather than the 50% she currently has. Maybe the baby won’t be hers – there might have been a mistake at the clinic, or Christina might have had a drunken romp and the baby is actually hers. Or she was kidnapped by aliens – or is that too X-files? In any case, who knows – anything can happen in the show, and it should, since Ugly Betty might not be able to survive without all that juicy tension. Whatever the producers might think. Cliff/Mark, Jesse/Amanda/Betty, Hilda/the US government just isn’t enough.
While last night’s episode was really good, it wasn’t as compared to the high bar that it has set. I have yet to make up my mind if Ugly Betty is going to survive or not. Because I’m such a fan, I’m willing to give it a chance, but if, by the end of season 3, something big doesn’t happen, I might stop watching it regularly.
And now, I brace myself for the onslaught of angry emails from psycho fans.