Monday, November 19, 2012
Geekier Than Thou
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
HIATUS
Friday, August 3, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
My Thoughts Watching Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Where One Man Has Never Gone Before:
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Geeks are sexist too.
On the top line, we have Snooki, Bella Swann from Twilight (or depending on how you look at it, Kristin Stewart, who plays Bella), I-can't-be-bothered-to-figure-out-which-Kardashian-it-is, Kat von D, and Lady Gaga. All of them (with perhaps the exception of the Stewart and Snooki images) are depicted in revealing clothing. I honestly never thought I would observe that Snooki looked classier than someone, but there you have it. Because these women are dressed scantily (for larger or smaller values of scantily), the image presumes they have no inherent value.
Never mind that Kristin Stewart herself is outspoken, intelligent, actually HATES Twilight, and calls people out in interviews for using the word bitch. Never mind that Kat von D is famous not because she occasionally chooses to show off her gorgeous body, but because she is incredibly talented in a field that is traditionally considered to be male-dominated (she is a tattoo artist, best known for her work on the series LA Ink). While nobody is arguing that Gaga has interesting ideas about fashion, she has been an outspoken supporter of the LGBT community and of condom usage among sexually active people. You will notice that I have not listed a single thing in this paragraph that makes ANY of the women in this image a bad role model.
I have to grant you that in the cases of Snooki and whichever-Kardashian-that-is, I wouldn't consider either of them a role model. But you have to give them some credit, since they got famous by doing less work than your average technical support manager and have managed to make rather a lot of money doing so. Regardless, the image implies that these women are less worthy because they choose to dress in a sexy and/or revealing manner, something I take issue with.
Furthermore, you can look at the very same series as are portrayed in the middle row and come up with some terrible examples of progressive female character portrayal. Princess Leia, leader of the Rebel movement, queen of an entire planet, and twin of JESUS H. SKYWALKER, is presented here in her iconic slave costume. Because, you know, even a Queen is still a sex object first.
Now, I'm not going to bother addressing that bottom row of pictures up there individually, but we can see that in the geek cultural world there is still plenty of encouragement to objectify women. And that's the point, really, that I've been trying to get at with this entire rant. This image portrays geek culture as being superior because of the presence of non-scantily-clad female role models, but to me this says that women who choose to perform their gender and appearance in ways that people consider "sexy" are worthless. This image isn't about geeks being progressive, it's about slut shaming real women just because they choose to be sexy.
I've already ranted plenty of times about the sexualization of women in fiction, particularly comics, so I'll leave that thought be, but there is an important distinction to make as to why it's okay for real women to choose to be sexualized and why it's not okay for men to sexualize and objectify women the way they do in fiction, particularly geek fiction. The women on the top line of the image at the top of this post are celebrating their sexual agency and expressing themselves freely and not at all inappropriately (seeing as all of the fun parts are covered, and Stewart and Snooki are both wearing clothes I wouldn't be ashamed to wear to work). The women on the other two lines are depictions of (largely) men's ideas on how women should perform their sexuality.
I would be proud to list Gaga and Kat von D among my role models. I may not like Bella Swann, but neither does Kristin Stewart. And if anyone would like to pay me tens of thousands of dollars an episode to binge drink and tan myself leathery, I am so there. Call me. In the meantime, I propose that instead we celebrate people for having the confidence and bravery to dress however the fuck they like, even if that means bringing an entire new definition to the phrase "skirt steak."
Saturday, June 16, 2012
My Thoughts Watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Where One Man Has Never Gone Before:
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Strangers in Paradise OR How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Katchoo
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Major Award Winner Shawn Michaels
Forget all the accolades of being Hall of Famer, World Heavyweight Champion, WWE Champion, Intercontinental Champion, Tag Team Champion, European Champion, and whatever else... as you can see without even playing the video (there on the right), Shawn Michaels was also a coveted winner of a MAJOR AWARD.
Friday, May 18, 2012
SONDRA LI TAKES THE STAGE IN SPARKSHOOTER!
May 17th, 2012, Indianapolis, IN – When Sparkshooter, the webcomic from Troy Brownfield and Sarah Vaughn, launched in February, it came with the promise that a new singer would shake up the group of friends that formerly provided the backbone of the group Crazy Yeats. With Crazy Yeats dissolved and a new band in the offing, get ready to meet Sondra Li!
Sondra debuts on Page 13 of Sparkshooter, which posts on Wednesday, May 23rd. To commemorate this shift in the story, series artist Sarah Vaughn created a special promo inspired by the work of Carmine Infantino and Murphy Anderson on the cover to Justice League of America #75, the issue wherein Black Canary joins the team.
Writer Troy Brownfield said, “With the arrival of Sondra, the whole story moves into a new direction. Immediately following Sondra’s debut, you’ll also meet Jack Spencer, the once and future manager of the guys. He’s going to give you some info in the coming weeks that explains how the boys got together and sets up one of the central conflicts for months to come.”
See it at www.sparkshooter.com.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
#WWEClassics on @WWEFanNation
One of the things they've also been running are a lot more WWE Classics videos. Here is one of the more understated stables in wrestling history and their leaders, Paul E. Dangerously and Ravishing Rick Rude, who made his WCW debut at Halloween Havoc as "the WCW Halloween Phantom". Rude was previously successful in WWE as a member of the Heenan Family, and he achieved even more success in WCW as a member of the Dangerous Alliance. April 20 was the anniversary of Rick Rude's death.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
I Watch TV: A Quick Rant on Broadcast Cropping
I don't know if this is a decision made on the local level or what, but NBC is the only network that consistently shows its 16:9 shows in 16:9 format, even on the non-HD broadcast. I don't understand this, because I guarantee the other stations would get more viewers if they didn't crop the shows to fit 4:3 screens. Audiences have gotten used to the black bars by now. For example, I was all excited about "Person of Interest", only everything was so crowded and fuzzy I couldn't make it to four episodes. I know, I know; I could watch it on Hulu or whatever, but it's just not the same. I have the same beef with movies, too, only that's just as bad on cable as it is anywhere.
I don't really have a larger point I'm getting to, just that it's annoying and I wish it would stop. Just wanted to get that off my chest.
Why yes, I do feel better. Thanks.
Avi's new motto is the wisdom of "Phineas & Ferb": "You know, 'willy-nilly barging' is a plan, of sorts."
Related to your interests, probably
So AMC Theaters is doing a thing where they show all five Avengers lead-up movies ("Iron Man", etc.) in a day-long marathon on May 3rd, with the midnight premiere of "The Avengers" capping things off. It's going to be awesome, and you better believe I bought my ticket weeks ago, through Fandango. At the time, the only participating theater in my area was alllllll the way on the other side of the city -- we're talking a 30-minute drive minimum (if I take the interstate bypass, and if there's no real traffic, which is unlikely). It's nearly this city's literal geographic apogee from my living space's location. I thought "what the heck, you only live once" and prepared myself for the journey. However, yesterday I went on the event website to get more information and found that another theater in my city is now participating -- and this one's on my side of town, and is 15 minutes away by surface streets. Boo! Living once doesn't have to mean risking my life if I don't have to. If I'm going to drive home at 3 a.m., I'd rather do it on short, familiar streets than some god-forsaken stretch of six-lane highway. "Guardrail" isn't a good look for my car, or my face.
So, armed with heroic resolve and more than a little chutzpah, I decided to see if I could get my ticket switched to the closer location. Fandango's website was a little vague for my tastes, and when I called customer service, I got a phone tree that referred me back to the website. I stewed for a while, talked it over with A Trusted Friend and decided to try again. (Buying a new ticket without possibility of a refund was not appetizing -- this one in particular is dang expensive.) I sat through the terrible hold music (and it was terrible, scratchy and full of static and mostly made of synthesizers, and not the good kind), but my patience paid off and I was connected to a lovely young lady in Rochester, NY. I explained the situation, and she said that while she couldn't switch the original ticket, if I went ahead and bought a new one for the correct theater, she'd put the old one in for a refund. More to the point, she'd do it right then, while we were on the phone. I booted the lappy and we chatted about the weather in our respective locations, and lo and behold! All went well! I got my new ticket, and this morning I got a confirmation e-mail that my refund for the original will be deposited in 3-5 business days. So, all in all, a win! Fandango has won a repeat customer.
Although I can't help but wonder if the excruciating hold music isn't there on purpose to weed out the weak and unresolved, like when you have to defeat a dragon before you can enter the Cave of Refunds. I guess it helps if you go into it thinking questy thoughts.
Avi Stiletto has posted here before, you just didn't know it. Crossposted from my other blog, which I won't link here because Privacy. Anyhoo ... AVENGERS!
Friday, April 20, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Pro Wrestling Needs More Genuine Emotion
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
5 Things That Will Never Go Out of Style in Pro Wrestling #2
The adage is true, but when you think of things that you remember fondly from your own memories of pro wrestling, aren't the funny things the ones that stick out in your mind?
The problem is that a lot of what wrestling offers as funny isn't funny. That's why we have moments where Triple H rigorously copulated with a mannequin named Katie Vick or Vince McMahon laughed maniacally over a penis pump he received as a gift that blew up in his face. Again, a lot of it is this "audience of one" problem that WWE has. TNA is guilty--remember how Kevin Nash buried the X-Division and made-believe he was some kind of therapist? And don't get me started on the indy show I went to where they had a "dildo on a pole" match.
The adage should really state: "funny doesn't draw money when it's not funny". There's no doubt that Rock, Austin and the stars of the Attitude era and the New World Order could back up their mic skills in the ring. But if Rock was on a show and the fans didn't get to sing along with a champ, you just KNOW there would be a riot.
The nice thing about today's crop of "funny" stars is that the humor is more natural and not as forced. Guys can be funny without cutting promos. Social media allows for more flexibility. This is why we've seen guys like Zack Ryder and Colt Cabana draw a fan base outside of the traditional WWE marketing machine.
So, yeah... funny does draw money, and it has throughout history:
Santino Marella:
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull: A Post-Mortem
5 Things in Pro Wrestling That Need to Go Away #3
Vince McMahon has often been termed an "audience of one", and that has been no more apparent than at this year's Wrestlemania. McMahon has surrendered some of the day-to-day control of the on-camera product to Triple H and his daughter Stephanie, but it was widely reported that Vince still considers the annual event to be his baby.
In lieu of actually reviewing Wrestlemania 28 this year, I thought the show fit in with the theme of this series. The matches that are getting the highest praise on the show are the ones where I imagine Vince trusted the guys well enough to go where they wanted to with it. I can't imagine Vince giving Rock, Undertaker and Jericho much more than a finish and a time limit and then letting them go figure it out on their own.
On the other hand, you have the 18-second opener where Daniel Bryan dropped the World Championship to Sheamus. This match did nothing for either side, but it's the sort of thing that you know Vince was in the back saying, "Aha! Can't you see... haha! it would be funny! FUNNY! haha! If we have the fastest title match at... haha! WRRRRRRRRRESTLLLLLLLLLLEMANIAAAAAAAAAAA! And we'll do it with the pasty ginger guy! haha! And the vegetarian!"
"Ummmmmmm... what's a vegan?"
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Here Comes the Pain... Again!
If we've learned anything from Wrestlemania 28, it's this: WWE has no problem offering up their cash cow as a sacrificial lamb if they think it will draw money. Your brain would tell you that John Cena should have beat Rocky on Sunday. Like he said for the last month, after Rock leaves, he'll still be there. Hogan passed the torch and did the job for Rocky, and it should have been passed along.
The current generation of fans don't remember Wrestlemania 18 in Toronto though, so this is truly their "once in a lifetime" match. The problem with promoting a once in a lifetime match: how do you get people to tune in after that? And buy the next show after that? After all, once you get that high, everything else is just crap in comparison, right? What's the next big thing?
It seems that literally is what WWE went out to get. With Lesnar, you again get a guy with credibility outside of WWE (this time in the sports world instead of the entertainment world). You get a guy that doesn't need or have to work a full-time schedule, so he'll naturally be fresh. The problem is that you can't book this match a year out. The furthest out they could promote this match would be Summer Slam, at which point Rock might get involved again.
I don't know... the whole thing seems weird to me. Although they never had the crossover appeal that Rock has, could you imagine Vince going to Undertaker this year and asking him to put over Rock at Wrestlemania? Triple H? Heck, I don't think even CM Punk would do that now, and he certainly doesn't have the tenure of those guys.
John Cena is a merchandising and publicity machine... a commodity. I think that's what we've seen the most from him over the last year. CM Punk and Rocky have played the babyface often against him when they've not been traditional babyfaces, yet he still lays out and sells out. The question you have to wonder is, how many times can they set him up to get beat up by the fans and still remain a draw?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
May the odds be ever in your favor…
Friday, March 23, 2012
I Watch TV: Awake (and a little Fringe), plus the Four Episode Test
[Note: "I Watch TV" will be an ongoing column, published when I feel like it at irregular intervals, where I blather about whatever I saw on TV that I especially liked/didn't like. This week, it's "Awake".]
It's official: NBC's "Awake" has passed the four episode test and is now penciled in on my "must-watch" list. I say penciled because we only just got the fourth episode last night. Very rarely do I write in shows in pen before at least midway through the first season. "Awake", however, is solidly on track for ink-inscribed immortality, unless the execs at NBC pull a "Firefly" or a "Life" and screw it up.
If there’s one thing I like on TV, it’s high-concept shows with strong characterization and consistently solid writing.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Fun with Sanchez and Tebow!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Mad Cap Maxie
(And Shotgun readers, even if you hate my script, give some love for the awesomeness of Mr. Pat Brosseau's artwork and lettering. You can see more of Pat's short comics and illustrations at his art blog: http://oddsnsods.tumblr.com/)
Easy Manning/Tebow Jokes!
Monday, March 12, 2012
Rock God: Springsteen at The Apollo review by Russ Burlingame
The Talking Dud
Friday, March 9, 2012
Great Moments in Rock
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Scheduling Note . . . DC Nation
Note that tomorrow marks the debut of the DC Nation programming block on Cartoon Network. Green Lantern, Young Justice, and assorted shorts will be present.
Feel free to come back here, talk about it, and say rude things about The Russ. (It's okay; he loves it when you call him Curtain Jerker.)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
5 Things That Will Never Go Out of Style in Pro Wrestling #3
I used to be on the other side of the fence with this one, especially after they blew up Vince McMahon’s limo and Chris Benoit decided to do what he did a couple of weeks later. By then, they already started overusing this gimmick (especially when running over other wrestlers), but when done right, it can be pretty cool. There have been several excellent moments with vehicular assault, battery and defacements.
Awesome:
Not awesome:
Shotgun Says: I'll Stick Around.
5 Things in Pro Wrestling That Need to Go Away #4
Wrong Dixie Carter |
Corey Henson will try to convince you that there are four reasons to watch TNA. They are:
1) Sting can imitate a guy who won an Oscar after he died. (I bet Rich Little can too.)
2) Even a blind squirrel can find Bubba Ray Dudley once in a while.
3) Dixie Carter finally figured out what half a million wrestling fans already knew.
4) TNA has consistently booked a WWE reunion tour from 5 years ago ever since Impact debuted.
Okay, so that’s out of the way.
TNA has a lot of issues in general that prevent them from succeeding, and I won’t list all of them here specifically. I can tell you that many of those issues began when Dixie Carter took control of things, even before she became the spotlight-seeking on-air character she is today.
Wrecking Ball by Bruce Springsteen and The E. Street Band: The Shotgun Review by Russell Burlingame
With the most overtly political album of his career, Bruce Springsteen returns in March with Wrecking Ball, his best LP since 1988's Tunnel of Love and a record that's as prescient now as was Born in the USA when it was released.
Born in the USA is, actually, an apt comparison in many ways. That record was Springsteen's first major foray into the realm of the political, and it was both musically and politically misunderstood by many. Like the title track “Born in the USA”, which was largely perceived as a jingoistic anthem and even briefly co-opted by then-President Ronald Reagan, Springsteen's first single of 2012--“We Take Care of Our Own,” which he and the E Street Band played at the Grammys—has an upbeat tempo and seemingly optimistic refrain that hide its skepticism. The apparent enthusiasm and boundless patriotism of "We Take Care of Our Own" is on display front and center, but the real question is whether that narrative—the idea that Americans come together and take care of the least among us—is really true in an era where the wealthiest 1% get hundreds of millions in tax breaks while as a society, we argue about how—or whether—to pay for a healthcare program to be sure the poor and infirm are cared for.
An eclectic album that blends Springsteen's signature rock sound with some of the folk, gospel and country influences he's picked up in recent years while playing with the Seeger Sessions Band as well as elements of Celtic rock, hip-hop and Woody Guthrie-esque protest, Wrecking Ball is a revelation for Springsteen, reinventing the artist whose last pair of studio records were good-but-not-great efforts that seemed to coast on the artistic and thematic largesse of his fan- and critical-favorite 2002 comeback record The Rising.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Top Cow: Not Just T & A by Lan Pitts
"You can never judge a book by its cover."
However in the case of comic books, most retailers and consumers do. The waves of super-hero titles and familiarity cover today's shops, because that's what supposedly sells and a lot of readers aren't taking many risks due to the rising costs of books themselves. I have seen Vertigo and Boom! doing $1 first issues to try and ensnare new followers, and for the most part, it's worked for me. Vertigo's <b>The Unwritten</b> started out like that and it's one of my go-to books. Now in my line of work, I have a small obligation to try and recommend strangers, as well as my best friends and colleagues, to try something new.
Four years ago, I had reviewed <b>Dragon Prince</b>, an all-ages fantasy book published by Top Cow and was written by Ron Marz with art by his current <b>Shinku</b> collaborator, Lee Moder. I had given a pretty substantial praise about it, mainly since Marvel/DC were both in the middle of a mega-event. I think DC had Batman RIP and Final Crisis going on at the same time. There was really nothing out there that a kid could just pick up and enjoy without having to buy everything else to have a cohesive story. Dragon Prince was a four-parter and easy to understand and enjoyable. The kicker is still the fact that it was published by Top Cow.
Top Cow did an all-ages book without their trademark t'n'a shots? What?
Well, yeah. Because that's what the common consensus is about that publisher and what they represent. Shortly after I reviewed Dragon Prince, I realized that Marz had been writing one of Top Cow's staple books, Witchblade. Now I didn't even know Witchblade was still relevant, much less being written by one of my favorite comic writers growing up. To me, Top Cow was still seen as "those" kind of books you really enjoy when you're thirteen and then realize how shallow and one-dimensional they really are. That's mainly because writers were constantly trying to have Sara in the silliest of outfits and situations that required four butt shots in maybe a five-paneled page. Though, after, I was told I'd actually enjoy this if I loved things like FX's The Shield. So, I gave it a shot with a random issue, but it was the beginning of a new arc and everything just felt right. I didn't feel left behind, or like I was missing out on something. It read amazingly well. Marz didn't complicate things, but still had a consistent level of layered storytelling that made me want to come back. Sara was no longer in hooker-like or risque outfits, but sensible and professional attire. Even the Witchblade evolved into full-scale armor and not just conveniently-placed plates.
Also, add the fact that Sara had matured and accepted her role as this supernatural avenger. It really did read like Supernatural meets The Shield. Sara and her boyfriend/partner Patrick Gleason had been basically turned into Mulder and Scully and investigated supernatural crimes and instances, but with Scully having a mystical weapon that can shred demon faces off. This is hardly the same woman that burst onto the scene almost fifteen years ago. Calling Top Cow cheesecake or something aimed at pre-teen boys is an inaccurate summary. They publish terrific horror as well. The much-acclaimed <b>Echoes</b> was brought to you by the Cow, as well as non-supernatural superheroics (Velocity and Madame Mirage). I just think their past image does not reflect well on them now and people are unaware of the evolution they've gone through. It's like a restaurant you used to like as a kid, but then your tastes get more sophisticated so you stop going, but then you hear they're under new management and really doing great for themselves.
So on that note, I say why not change up your pallet and take a bite over at Top Cow. I'm sure your pullbox will thank me later.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Indiana Nerd by Kimmi Markovich
Reunited . . . and It Feels So Good by Steve Ekstrom
[Did you know that a “Devil’s Handshake” is slang for an old fashioned handski? But I digress…]
We said a bunch of really explosive clap-trap directed at personally wounding each other and the whole thing devolved pretty quickly away from Spider-Man and good-natured debate. We avoided each other like the plague in mutual friends’ Facebook feeds and went our separate ways. I admittedly took a lot of what was said to heart, pulled my green Dr. Doom cowl close and shook an iron-fisted cry for vengeance into the sky.
And then? I felt really stupid; immature even.
This is what Yeats meant by "terrible beauty". |
Spit Takes: Six Things I Never Want to See in a Movie Again by Kyle DuVall
At what point does cliche cross the line and become a convention? Are conventions just cliches grown so omnipresent we simply lack the energy to bitch about them anymore? There are multitudes of ridiculous contrivances, narrative absurdities and scientific impossibilities on cinema and TV screens that we just accept without question, but there needs to be a statute of limitations on supension of dibelief. Lets call for a moratorium on some of these narrative place-holders. Then we can go about the business of building new cliches so our kids will have tropes to whine about when they’re beaming holo entertainment directly into their brain implants.
Air Ducts:
Contrary to popular belief, the greatest obstacle facing the forces of evil is not a wronged man with nothing to lose, or a mother protecting her child at any cost, or even the good will of honest men, it’s central air.
How many megalomaniacal cinematic schemes have been thwarted by a conveniently located air duct and a secret headquarters honecombed by labyrinth of ventilation shafts. Air ducts have screwed the eminent likes of Auric Goldfinger, Hans Gruber, and the Galactic Trade Federation. And since turnabout is fair play, air ducts have even screwed the space marines in Aliens. When screenwriters get their heroes confined in a jam they are not smart enough to write them out of, theres always the good ‘ol air duct gag to fall back on,
My favorite recent example of this tired convention showed up in the overcooked 2010 film Hanna, in which the film’s eponymous adolescent assassin escapes an underground base via air ducts so cavernous they put the Mines of Moria to shame. The only amusing thing about the sequence is picturing the massive, death-star size HVAC units the bad guys must have that require such cathedralesque ventilation shafts.
Every time I see this cliche I think of two things: first, that the villain of the piece has never seen any movie ever, and two, that when I take over the world my secret diabolical clubhouse will be climate controlled solely by baseboard heaters and window AC units.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
HEY! We're still going!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Rock: Fiction by Joanna Lees
“MUD!”
The mud matched the flat grey of the desert plain so well that we were half a dozen steps into it before Lee shouted. It closed around our ankles and slid over the tops of our boots, tepid and clinging as we scrambled back to solid ground. Horace got out first and stood like an anchor, giving us each a hand out of the suction that threatened to pull us under.
Lee was the first one in and the last one out. The second his feet touched the cracked earth again he dropped his pack and fell flat on his back. “I hate this planet,” he muttered, his chest heaving from the narrow escape. “I mean it. All it’s done for five days is give us the finger.”
Mack leaned over with her hands on the knees of her grubby, tan flight suit. “I’m not complaining yet,” she muttered. “We got out of the ship in one piece, didn’t we?”
Horace unhooked the dented metal canteen from his belt and unscrewed the cap. Fine sand grated in the threads. “Mack’s right,” he said, taking a sip and passing it to me. “It coulda been a lot worse.”
Friday, February 24, 2012
Addicted to Reality TV by I. Burtan
Perhaps because I have spent the past semester poring over textbooks on addictions, perhaps because as a psych grad student I am overeager to find patterns everywhere, perhaps because I have watched one too many episodes of My Strange Addiction on TLC (the last lady was addicted to her breasts. Her breasts!!), I am starting to suspect that reality television has become far more addictive over the past decade or so. Come with me, if you will, on a magical journey through my loose logic.
I Can’t Quit You, Reality TV
The barebones definition of having a process addiction, or an addiction not involving a chemical substance of some kind, involves the compulsion to keep doing a set of behaviors no matter the consequences. The pull to engage in behaviors such as gambling, sex, playing video games, watching hours of The Little Couple on TLC, etc. is akin to pursuing the chemical high of a drug. The problem is that television watching is such an everyday task, something done so easily even while doing ten other things, that it becomes easy to keep swimming in denial. I have often defended my Kardashian-spawned-show-watching as nothing but a small diversion from my otherwise hectic life. That is, until I tried--and failed--to give it up for one week.
I take full responsibility for my own compulsion to using reality television as a way to unwind, and perhaps for what you might call my lack of willpower or moral ineptitude. The problem is, real addiction is not a matter of will or morality, but rather complex biological, psychological, and social process. The same way drug dealers manufacture new, cheaper, and more dangerous highs that become more alluring to chase, reality television executives are toying with our psychology to do the same.
Community is the Nerdy Sitcom We Deserve by Nathan Cranor
This week NBC announced that “Community” is returning to television on March 15, right where it was before its much-bemoaned-on-the-internet hiatus at 8 p.m. Thursdays. This means it will be going up against its old timeslot nemesis “The Big Bang Theory.” That show, which is expressly about nerds and nerd culture, regularly crushed Community in the ratings. I know it's not just self-identified nerds who are watching TBBT, but I'd like to provide a few examples of how it's actually Community that's the superior nerd show at 8 p.m. on Thursday.
1. Dungeons & Dragons
In Season 2, Community devoted a whole half-hour of prime-time network real estate to the main characters engaging in a game of “Dungeons & Dragons.” What's amazing is they don't literalize it beyond strategic sound cues; it really is an episode of television entirely based around a group of people at a table describing their actions and rolling dice. What's really amazing is the episode is still brilliantly entertaining.
2. Zombies
There's little more beloved among nerds right now than zombies. Three days before “The Walking Dead” premiered, Community was there with its own take on the genre – Season 2's “Epidemiology.” The episode doesn't just namedrop zombie/horror movies, it gets into the deep cuts, like the “That scare was just [insert animal here]” trope.
3. Batman's in it.
Well, Abed (Danny Pudi) pretending to be Batman is in it – specifically in Season 1's “Introduction to Statistics” and Season 3's “Foosball and Nocturnal Vigilantism.” Somehow, despite all the widely varying portrayals of his character over the years, Batman acting/looking out-of-character remains fertile ground for hilarity (see also How To, Batman).
4. Alternate universes.
Move over, Fringe. Season 3's “Remedial Chaos Theory” centers on seven different timelines. That includes one which returns in a great ending tag as a classic “dark” timeline.
5. Inspector Spacetime.
What's Inspector Spacetime? The question is not what, constable, but when! Oh, I'm sorry, yes, the question is what this time. That's my mistake.
Inspector Spacetime began as a brief “Doctor Who” parody and later in the season stood in for the Star Wars Holiday Special. On tiny scraps of information contained in those couple bits, obsessive fans have created a vast, elaborate canon. If that doesn't say “nerd” I don't know what does.
Community. It's the nerdy comedy we deserve, but not the one we can see right now. Not until March 15. At which point we all need to watch it, especially those of us with mystical Nielsen boxes (if such people exist...where's the birth certificates, Nielsen families??). If this great show can't survive, we really are living in the darkest timeline. I'll get my goatee.