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Three Things Daley #2

Friday, November 27th, 2009

1. You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.  At least, that’s what self-help dudes say.  Does this ‘revelation’ mean we all need to go out and crash-tackle five gazillionaires/movie stars/sports champions/ business tycoons/revolutionaries/geniuses/homemakers/ gurus/despots/Richard Branson/Humphrey B. Bear and demand that they be our BFFs?  Where would that leave them with plebean losers like us (oh alright, I’ll just speak for myself ) dominating their time?  Anyway, I don’t want anyone else’s life, do you?  I think most of us who are a bit discontent just want a smarter, faster, more useful, more valuable version of their own lives, right?  After all, the key to success doesn’t seem to be who I spend my 782 hours per week of  TV-watching or chocolate-eating downtime with.  I’m already really successful at doing these things on my own.  Hey, maybe I’m the average of the five TV protagonists I spend the most time with – Daria Morgandorffer, Liz Lemon, Jeff Winger, Dexter Morgan, *cough*TheRafters*cough* – or the five kinds of chocolate I eat most often (what, just five?).

2. Wrong way, go back.  Okay, so I may have misrepresented The Artist’s Way in my last post.  For starters, the “morning pages” aren’t technically a writing task.  They’re not intended for writers or any form of creativity in particular.  Rather, the idea is to unblock your generic creativity by getting all your mind-rubbish out first thing in the morning.  Occasionally, you might come up with gold, but more likely it’ll be a lot of negative crap.  And if it is indeed three pages of whining about how you can’t get Channel Nine on your digital set-top box, the cute muso boy who only barely knows you exist, or how you can’t decide on your next hair colour (these, of course, wouldn’t be things I would be whinging about), then it’s probably better out than in.  I’m starting to think that, maybe, it’s something I should give a proper go.  And apparently, the more you hate it, the more you need it – like exercise or rehab.

3. They tried to make [someone, someday] go to rehab, but I said… 
I saw a T-shirt this morning that says ‘Nintendo Rehabilitation Clinic’.  Do you reckon we’ll actually need those in the future?  We’ll be all like, “There used to be novelty T-shirts about this.  But now, *sigh*…  This is an intervention.  Take off the Power Glove (yes, they’ll be back – only now they’ll work).  Pack your bags.  There’s a giant warp pipe outside waiting for you…”

I Like TV

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Watching TV shows is a legitimate hobby. And I don’t mean the kind of mindless channel surfing kind. I mean the deliberate appreciation of drama and comedy series made for TV. It’s as legitimate an art-form as any other, I feel. In fact, I think mainstream TV is doing a much better job using the motion picture medium than most films are.

I watch TV shows but don’t watch actual TV. I’ll gladly watch a whole disc of Futurama in a sitting, but so much as a 30 minute show that’s airing right now will see me skipping off to do something else in the ad-breaks – not to return.

It’s the way of the future – you buy/borrow DVDs, or download files, and watch stuff when you feel like it. Without being advertised at, and without missing out on stuff if you took too long to brush your teeth in the ad break. And just like stamp collecting, playing golf or learning a language, TV viewing a hobby because it’s on your own schedule. You’re in control. You can start and quit anytime you want… right? Right?!

Now that I’ve justified sitting on my arse eating Snakata rice crackers and Lindt Chilli Chocolate, watching hour upon hour of images on screen in lieu of doing something more social (some would call it “having a life”), I’ll tell you the two main shows I’ve been watching.

Dexter

Oh dear lord, this show… It’s “the show that everyone’s talking about”, but for good reason. It’s quite amazing. In case you don’t know, it’s the story of a man who’s a serial killer. But his adopted father, a world-weary cop who has noticed his boy’s violent urges and not-quite-right-ness, taught him to channel his energies into, well, killing ‘bad’ people – and not getting caught.


Morally questionable? Yes. But no more so, I feel, than any TV hero or superhero who goes around killing ‘the bad guys’ – and they do it with far less self-reflection and questioning than Dexter does. Even though he’s a sociopath, he knows it’s questionable territory too.

The dialogue is sharp and deep, the characters complicated and compelling, the twists and turns squeal-worthy, and the performances and direction just beautiful.

But another element that may slip under the radar in many appraisals is the cinematography. Some of the shots are downright strokes of genius. Some are so long and winding you think “How the hell did they shoot it like that?!” Other shots give sinister characters exquisite moments, or turn kind or appealing characters into sinister, almost repulsive ones.

And in all of this, it doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s disarmingly funny in parts, which makes you suddenly realise you can relate to Dexter – a serial killer, no less. Everyone has felt like an outsider or pretender at some stage. Everyone has, however small, that ‘dark passenger’ inside. Everyone at times wears a mask.

I ploughed through seasons 1 and 2 very quickly. So during season one I was having nightmares – so what? It was worth it for such sublime entertainment.

Arrested Development

I’m a real latecomer to this show, but that makes it no less bloody marvellous. I’m about two-thirds of the way through season 2 now and it’s going from strength to strength. Or, perhaps, from insane to barking f–king crazy.

The Bluth family are the biggest pack of double-crossing, self-serving, amoral @r$e#ole$ you’d ever have the misfortune of meeting. Yet I want to hug them all (except, maybe, Lucille who I’d be afraid might stab me). And for some reason I can’t shake off, I find Gob (Will Arnett, who I knew first as Devon Banks in 30 Rock) really attractive. Michael is the cute and virtuous one, but there’s something about that gung-ho idiot magician… you know, it’s probably his chicken dance.

The show is peppered with brilliant cameos too – Henry Winkler as the astonishingly hopeless lawyer (“The will is in my office, next to the hotplate with the fraying wires”), Liza Minelli as Lucille 2 with incurable vertigo, Julia Louis-Drayfus as the ‘blind’/'pregnant’ lawyer… all solid gold.

The image of Gob being ‘skilltestered’ into the air by crane – while wearing a banana suit – may forever make me smile.