Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Monday, January 20, 2020
Addendum to a continuing series that got discontinued in the middle of trying not to apologize for discontinuing
We’re taking a hiatus from the CS Lewis HP Lovecraft series to initiate a new series, not really a series but more like an addendum to an already continuing series, and this new addendum to an already continuing series puts me in the mind to make a little announcement about series in general on this website, which I have always envisioned and dreamed would kind of follow a non-profit TV station type format, with regular series that would air at a certain time on a certain day and specials that air once, and live sporting events and a few documentaries.
But so far this blog has followed more of a slowly-going-bankrupt non-profit with no programming director type of format, where a series runs for a few episodes and then with no closure or warning another series starts and each series runs on less and less budget until it’s just me, the station manager, standing on a naked stage in a sad, crumpled t-shirt, mumbling about his hopes and dreams and ignoring the frantic signals from the cameraman that he’s leaving but the camera is still recording, and the cameraman finally just takes a deep breath and steps away from the camera, which Is not a hand held camera or yes, it’s a hand held camera that he’s mounted on a makeshift stand and duct taped in place. So he backs away from the iPhone on the makeshift stand, knowing as he does so that he has completely abandoned all hope of getting paid for his hours of work for this sad little failing YouTube channel, but he walks fast out of the studio that can only be used on weekends when the carpentry shop in the front isn’t open. He’s angry and disgusted and aimless and desperate, but he’s one of those happy people with actual technical expertise in something that more responsible and with it and together people pay money for and he’ll be fine after a few drinks and a short casual job search but his girlfriend who was always so nice and warm and seemed like such a wonderful person at the station parties will convince him to sue the sad failing station for back pay and drive what’s left of it into bankruptcy that the station manager works at two minimum wage jobs for years to pay off while the cameraman and his girlfriend move into a sweet house in Park City and they drive Teslas to their union gig camerawork and acting auditions and they get their kids into child acting and drink themselves to death while the Station Manager tries to think of something to write for his internet web-log.
But so far this blog has followed more of a slowly-going-bankrupt non-profit with no programming director type of format, where a series runs for a few episodes and then with no closure or warning another series starts and each series runs on less and less budget until it’s just me, the station manager, standing on a naked stage in a sad, crumpled t-shirt, mumbling about his hopes and dreams and ignoring the frantic signals from the cameraman that he’s leaving but the camera is still recording, and the cameraman finally just takes a deep breath and steps away from the camera, which Is not a hand held camera or yes, it’s a hand held camera that he’s mounted on a makeshift stand and duct taped in place. So he backs away from the iPhone on the makeshift stand, knowing as he does so that he has completely abandoned all hope of getting paid for his hours of work for this sad little failing YouTube channel, but he walks fast out of the studio that can only be used on weekends when the carpentry shop in the front isn’t open. He’s angry and disgusted and aimless and desperate, but he’s one of those happy people with actual technical expertise in something that more responsible and with it and together people pay money for and he’ll be fine after a few drinks and a short casual job search but his girlfriend who was always so nice and warm and seemed like such a wonderful person at the station parties will convince him to sue the sad failing station for back pay and drive what’s left of it into bankruptcy that the station manager works at two minimum wage jobs for years to pay off while the cameraman and his girlfriend move into a sweet house in Park City and they drive Teslas to their union gig camerawork and acting auditions and they get their kids into child acting and drink themselves to death while the Station Manager tries to think of something to write for his internet web-log.
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
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