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I am… a Gleek

In which I write about a television series on a writing blog.  However I am trying to keep this series of I am… Essays on this blog so here you have it.

GleeksSeveral years ago, when Glee came out, I was pretty skeptical.  It seems to be a little out there and odd and kind of dorky.  I mean it’s basically a musical TV series.  Sort of like American Idol with a plot.

I passed on it.  it was “lame”.

The problem is, I like music.  I also have a weakness for cover songs.  I have a weakness for cover songs that change the style of the music.  Most importantly.  I like things that are lame.

Suddenly, one day, Glee showed up on Netflix.  Season One anyway.  So hey, this is popular, let’s see what’s what with Glee.  And I was hooked.  The whole series was basically a series of cover songs of older music with a lose plot used to tie the songs together by lyrical themes.  The cast is actually full of fairly annoying and unlikable characters but at the same time, I can’t help but hang on to their every plight.

What really helps the series is that the cast members can actually sing music.  Hell part of the reason the entire cast is basically a bunch of nobodies is that they went out and found people off Broadway or wherever who could actually perform.

After the first season climaxed at the Sectionals competition, cleverly throwing back to the Journey song that brought the group together, Don’t Stop Believin’, I wanted more.  I didn’t want it to stop.  Sadly, Netflix had no Season 2.  Occasionally I scooped up shows through Amazon when they would have promos for free video credit but I only managed to get a third of the way through.

Fortunately, Netflix caught up and Season 2 arrived.  The series started taking new turns.  The music became more up to date, which actually kind of hurts the series’ charm.  The A Cappella group the Warblers was introduced and got many opportunities to show off throughout the season.  More interestingly, several characters who in Season One were essentially furniture started to get pushed up into the spotlight.  The core cast grew naturally as the original stars had been somewhat exhausted.  The originals didn’t fall away at all, they just got a bit less screen time.

On a side note, the one character I’d like to know more about who has literally been referred to as furniture on the show has still never got anything, which is the ever present pianist.  Who the hell is that guy anyway and why is he always hanging around?

Anyway, Season 2 got grander with it’s competitions and drama.  It also made several interesting choices which really stood out during the competitions.  During the Sectionals performance, the standard duo of Rachel and Finn are pushed aside for Quinn and Sam, but the camera work and staging is paralleled to the previous Sectionals of Rachel and Finn.  (On a side note, I really wish Rachel had done this song because she would have kicked ass at it).

Even more clever was the Nationals duet finale with Rachel  and Finn which does directly parallel the previous season finale except for the crucial difference that instead of accepting their love for each other there is a bit of animosity and even hatred at work.

Speaking of Rachel.  Never have i been so torn on a character.  Rachel Berry is the extremely self centered star performer of the group.  She thinks she is “all the shit” when it comes to the club, which isn’t helped by the fact that she is right.  This makes her extremely unlikable.  On the other hand, she is so legitimately ridiculously talented that I could listen to her sing all day.  It almost makes me want to cry at some points.  Not every song is a winner but there are a lot of really brilliant songs done by Rachel.

Which brings up my last little point I’d like to touch on.  There is this impending dilemma for the end of Season Three.  The creators have decided that it doesn’t work to keep the characters perpetually in High School.  The actors age out.  They also may want to explore other roles (or even singing careers).  It also gives the excuse for the writers to dump characters when their pay grade starts to spike.  This creates “The Graduation Delima”.  Officially, only Kurt, Finn and Rachel are leaving (supposedly/apparently).  In watching Season Three, it feels like almost all of the main cast is in their Senior Year.  Once they graduate, what happens? 

They could continue with the show, get some new “kids” and keep going.  The problem I see here is that so far, despite getting more characterization, Kurt, Finn and Rachel are the most important characters in the series.  Quinn and Santana are ok, but a lot of the others are are pretty one dimensional despite.

There also could be an entirely different possibility of following the cast as they move on.  There is a lot of push that could land a lot of the main characters in New York.  Even if they rebrand the show ‘”Broadway” and move on, that could almost work.

Probably the best option, frankly, is to just end it.

Yeah, I like the show.  I like it a lot.  I watch repeats of the songs on Youtube and have a dozen or so MP3s of the tracks, but it may be time to just end it.  I have gotten irritated at series endings in the past but I have seen many others just linger for way too long. 

The best example I can think of is House, which should have also ended at Season 3.  House fires his staff and ends up alone like he wants.  No lame reality show style contest, no dumb prison junk or House goes crazy crazy, just an end.  I used to really like House but the plots got so drama filled and outlandish and there are so many times House can misdiagnose things until he gets an epiphany before it gets old.

So my vote, despite my Gleekdom, is for Glee to end.  Push them to a win at Nationals, give us the series climax we all want, and let ti quietly ride off on a huge bang.

I am… a Writer Who Doesn’t Write…

One thing I enjoy doing is writing.  I have LOTS of great ideas for articles and little stories and instructional documents and whatever.  What I don’t have is the time or more accurately, the motivation, to actually WRITE these things out.  I should take better notes for when inspiration strikes and it’s not convenient.  The problem is, I am a very thought to print in my writing process.   I don’t like to go back and read notes and try to think “what was that great idea?”  Rarely when I write something do I feel the need to go back and correct it for the better.

I tried this recently.  I posted a bit recently on Lameazoid about how Hasbro is sticking it to it’s hardcore fans.  It’s pretty much a straightforward explanation involving Transformers.  I wrote a second version later from the perspective of a musician releasing a limited edition track to concert goers only then later putting out a variant of the special track to everyone.  It was kind of clever, I wasn’t satisfied with the way it came out though.  Sure, i could have refined it and it may have been better than what I published but I really dislike rereading my own writing.  It’s not that I find it terrible, it’s more that the previously mentioned “thought to print” process makes it extremely….. predictable?  Basically, I know what’s going to happen next, word for word, which annoys me.

This is why I can never get any stories out.  It’s even less exciting to know how a story is going to go.  Well, sort of.  I’ve watched Kill Bill probably a hundred times.  When i first got the DVD I would just let it run, repeating, as I did other stuff.  I guess some stories never get old.

The difference is, i suppose, that it’s print vs other.  I’m sad to say I’ve slowly succumb to the ADHD of our age regarding reading.  I can’t even stand to read articles in my RSS feeds anymore.  I mostly just skim whatever flies across from the FAILBlog and it’s clones.  I’m massing on shakespear for Finniest Home Videos Lite.  How sad is that?

Anyway, I wish i could say there was more planning behind what I write but sadly, there’s not.  The most planning I put into most articles and post is to bookmark a related news article.  For every article I write about, there’s a hundred bookmarks I completely forget about or fail to write up because they become outdated.  I’ve done a decent job of getting much of my life organized.  My bookmarks is one area I am a complete and utter failure at organizing.  I probably have 10,000 bookmarks, and there are a huge jumbles mess.  When a folder marked “important” gets too full I make a new one marked “really important”.  If that one gets too backlogged I make one marked “Check this folder first”.

It’s a crap system.

One deserving of it’s own post in the future.

One day, maybe…..

This is a short story inspired by the book The Machine of Death. The Machine of Death is a project of collected stories revolving around the idea of a world where a machine will tell you how you will die. The machine is not always overtly clear in the meaning of how a person will die and it does not tell WHEN a person will die, simply how.

Also of note is that I have not completed the book yet, so it’s entirely possible there is a story similar to this one in it’s pages. If there is, then the similarity is unintentional.

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The Machine of Death – JAIL
A short Story by Josh Miller

Miles had been putting off taking the test for as long as he could but the curiosity had finally become too much to bear. Everyone he knew seemed to have taken the test and were talking about the results they had gotten, he was just feeling left out. He really didn’t want to be one of those people who got WATER and spent every rainy day cowering under his bed while never taking a shower again.

Curiosity had won out, and he waited patiently for his slip to print. The wait seemed to take an eternity but in reality it took only seconds.

A small slip of paper rolled out of the machine and Miles apprehensively reached out and removed it from the dispenser. This was it, the moment of truth. This would determine if he would be able to walk outdoors without fear of BEES or DOGs. it would tell him if he could ever go sailing on a BOAT.

He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. It read OLD AGE.

The feeling Miles had right now was that of someone who had just won a million dollars int he lottery. This was better than the lottery. There wasn’t anything better to get than OLD AGE. It meant you’d live a long life and could likely get away with anything you wanted to do in life. He had beat the odds. Everyone dies but a surprising few actually got old and simply died. Even the elderly often ended up with CANCER or EMPHYSEMA.

Miles strode out of the shopping center where the local machine had been located. He didn’t even pause as he passed through the automatic doorway on his way out. His card didn’t read DOOR or SQUISHED, he had nothing to fear.

He stepped right off the curb out into the parking lot, his ticket didn’t read TRIP or CURB or even TRAFFIC. He could run rampant through this parking lot and not have any fears.

Miles approached his car and stopped to breathe in the fresh air. Maybe he’d go out and try some sort of adventure. He could go skydiving or climb a mountain with no fear of death for his card said OLD AGE.

Suddenly Miles was startled as the car he was standing next to suddenly jerked to life and pulled backwards out of it’s parking place. Miles started to cry out but was cut short as the car rolled over him forcing him to the ground. As his lay on the ground, broken and battered he saw the slip laying before his eyes, the one that read OLD AGE. He started to feel extremely dizzy and he felt the warm liquid of his blood on the side of his face running from his head. His vision was getting dark as Miles started to fade.

All he could thing was… How could the machine be wrong… it was never wrong…

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Betty Anne Mable scoffed at her kids. Those worrying ingrates told her she didn’t need to be driving. They almost had taken her car away from her just last weekend but she had given them a piece of her mind on the issue. She had been driving for longer than those ungrateful kids had been around. She’d driven them to school and driven them off to college, she’d driven on many trips with her poor departed husband in her life.
She could manage a simple trip to the grocery store.

She double checked to make sure her grocery bags were secure int he seat next to her and threw the car in reverse. Time to show those fools who can drive and who can’t.

Betty Anne Mable didn’t get far. There was a disturbing thump and the car jostle a bit as it rolled over something. Probably some lazy person had left a cart behind her car, she’d have to go get the dents repaired now.

She put the car in park and pushed open the door. She stepped out of the car, one foot at a time and slowly started making her way around the car. to see what the problem was. Don’t these people know how much of a pain it is for her to deal with these stray carts? People can be so inconsiderate.

She was shocked to see a young man laying under the far side of her car, blood pouring out of his head. She called out for help but she worried that it was in fact too late.

All she could think about was that test her kids had made her take, some Death Machine mumbo jumbo. They had all had a good laugh because it had told her she would killed by a JAIL. She never did understand how a building could kill a person.

A Hatred of Writing…

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When I was young, I enjoyed writing.  It was pretty crap stuff but I liked doing it.  In High School I learned to loathe it.  I had at least one teacher who had the annoying requirement of “every paper has a minimum word cound and you can only count words longer than 4 letters.”

I had a very large number of extremely massive sentences that were chock full of absolutely positively useless adjectives that essentially caused the sentences to become extremely rediculously wordy long runon sentences.

Like that one.

I got over my hatred of writing eventually.

Anyway, the assignments were annoying too.  This was a Table of Contents I found while going through an old portfolio of High School writing I have.

Mars Conspiracy

marsconspiracycover Behold, my eBook experiment.  This was actually more an exercise is producing the eBook itself more than it was about writing or even putting out something super good.  The story itself is actually pretty old, it was a piece I wrote in High School (9back in 1998) for Creative Writing class.

It’s one that is mediocre but I’ve always kind of liked it.  Also it’s one of the longer stories I have actually finished, Finished being the operative word here, so i chose to make it a free eBook and test out Smashwords.  I didn’t expect to make any money, obviously, since it’s free, I was more just interested to see if anyone would read it.

Unfortunately, I don’t really know how many people read it.  It has 102 downloads as of this writing and one rating of two stars.

I keep telling myself I should actually write SOMETHING new.  I have started and failed many NaNiWriMos in the past.  There was the one year where I wanted to write about this guy who gets caught up in the Mob against his will, there was the one year where I got a bit written on my “Super Novel I’ve Been Planning for Ten Years”.  Neither got much past 5000 words…

Anyway, Mars Conspiracy can be downloaded via Smashwords, for free.