Interesting to see the efforts being taken to prevent social media and the internet in general from ‘spoiling’ the ending to Lost this Sunday.  I don’t watch Lost and don’t really care, but can substitute in the recent Olympics coverage and appreciate the concern.  There were several winter Olympics events I didn’t watch when NBC finally broadcast them in the Pacific Time Zone (the same time zone as the actual event by the way) because there was no suspense and the outcome was known.

I don’t turn off the internet when major media events are known to be working their way through the time zones.  I’ve lived most of my life in California and spent too many years having the accept the East Coast programming mentality that live really means three-hour tape delays.  National call-in shows don’t care about West Coast views, and talk shows can easily spend a whole hour talking in the future tense about something that actually happened an hour ago, sometime even on the same network. Thinking they can even move the sun and the stars by their commands, networks continue to show awards shows in Los Angeles “live”  in daylight long after the sun has set in San Diego.

If ABC really cared about making Lost suspenseful for West Coast viewers they’d figure out a way to broadcast it at the same time as on the East Coast.  Substitute CBS and Survivor or NBC and Olympics to fit your personal tastes.  That they refuse to, but rather blame the lack of suspense on websites and social media that transmit news instantly, is just a sign of disrespect for the viewers west of the Rockies.  It certainly isn’t a reason for me to adjust my life for their failure accept reality.

Spinner and I caught a matinee of Clash of the Titans this morning.  He’s still on spring break and I’m decided to use my powers of self-employment to bend time just a bit, and the pollen count shot down our original plan to check out the new Polar Bear Plunge at the Zoo.

It wasn’t bad, and the story definitely picked up in the second half, starting when Perseus went after Medusa.  Can’t say it was great though.  It was a bit like MST3K to have Spinner keep commenting on the different mostly-european accents spoken in this depiction of ancient Greece.

Have to admit that I kept wondering when Perseus was going to take his shirt off though.  Yes, I am shallow, but for $7.50 a seat I should be seeing real abs, not the ones painted on vintage armor.

Like it or not, Spartacus: Blood and Sand has raised the bar on flesh, blood and gore within the swords and sandals genre.  The Titans didn’t even come close to the new standard.  Not to mention that Spartacus is free through Netflix and delivered to my darkened room on demand.

I was a fan of the Anne Rice books until the movies ruined the stories for me.  The Lost Boys is certainly one of my big-screen guilty pleasures.  I’ve always been a big fan of Buffy, though I never followed Angel when he went to his own series.  But I never got into Twilight, either in print or on screen.

We got the movie on Netflix, but I couldn’t get through it without falling asleep.  Spinner has the book, trying to read it this summer to prove his affinity for masochism better bond with his 10-year-old charges, but I’ve got no interest.

But my otherwise pathetic Monday was made when Mikerzz posted this video.

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David Pogue’s latest column in the Times reminded me that I haven’t shared one of our Christmas gifts here yet.  It showed up a little late, and was almost a Martin Luther King Day gift, but we now have one of the Roku boxes for Netflix video on demand.  It’s what TV should be.  

Where Netflix’s DVDs by mail were convenient, this is downright slothfulness.  Where our cable company allows us to rent from about 130 titles (I just counted) on a pay-per-view basis of $3.99 per title per day, Netflix gives us access to about 12,000 titles as part of our monthly fee of $15.  One cable to our router, another to our TV, and we were good to go. 

I’m a big believer that the dominance of on-demand media is inevitable, and seeing the box in action finally convinced me the technology wasn’t just vaporware.  I know it will be a while before all the rights get sorted out.  Don’t get me wrong – I want the actors, writers, producers, et cetera, to be compensated for producing good entertainment, because I want to encourage (and enable) them to produce more good entertainment.  I like reasonable copyright protections.  I just also like simple.  

I don’t want to be running back to Quicken to make a note everytime I push *play* on some movie, and I like being able to explore genres and themes without feeling like I’m flushing $3.99 if I turn a show off after five minutes.  Netflix got it right for me.  Flat fee, no deadlines, and good quality streaming video on the big flat screen in the living room.  Santa was definitely good to us this year.

Sure the Bartlett administration was fictional.  Who cares – Martin Sheen (and John Goodman) played the best U.S. president(s) in the last thirty years.

Maureen Dowd has a nice bit in the N.Y. Times with President Bartlett giving some advice to Presidential Wannabe Obama, leading up to this unfortunately fictional tongue-lashing:

BARTLET GET ANGRIER! Call them liars, because that’s what they are. Sarah Palin didn’t say “thanks but no thanks” to the Bridge to Nowhere. She just said “Thanks.” You were raised by a single mother on food stamps — where does a guy with eight houses who was legacied into Annapolis get off calling you an elitist? And by the way, if you do nothing else, take that word back. Elite is a good word, it means well above average. I’d ask them what their problem is with excellence. While you’re at it, I want the word “patriot” back. McCain can say that the transcendent issue of our time is the spread of Islamic fanaticism or he can choose a running mate who doesn’t know the Bush doctrine from the Monroe Doctrine, but he can’t do both at the same time and call it patriotic. They have to lie — the truth isn’t their friend right now. Get angry. Mock them mercilessly; they’ve earned it. McCain decried agents of intolerance, then chose a running mate who had to ask if she was allowed to ban books from a public library. It’s not bad enough she thinks the planet Earth was created in six days 6,000 years ago complete with a man, a woman and a talking snake, she wants schools to teach the rest of our kids to deny geology, anthropology, archaeology and common sense too? It’s not bad enough she’s forcing her own daughter into a loveless marriage to a teenage hood, she wants the rest of us to guide our daughters in that direction too? It’s not enough that a woman shouldn’t have the right to choose, it should be the law of the land that she has to carry and deliver her rapist’s baby too? I don’t know whether or not Governor Palin has the tenacity of a pit bull, but I know for sure she’s got the qualifications of one. And you’re worried about seeming angry? You could eat their lunch, make them cry and tell their mamas about it and God himself would call it restrained. There are times when you are simply required to be impolite. There are times when condescension is called for!

I’m not sure I want Obama as President, but I certainly don’t want McCain in the White House.  With this week’s economic meltdown just being the icing on the cake for everything else that’s gone wrong the last eight years in this country, the election should be the Democrat’s to lose, and if he manages to do that Obama will have no one but himself to blame.
 

Yes, it’s almost one in the morning.  Watching the USA-Hungary water polo match in another window.  After seeing NBC television butcher every other big event I figured staying up late for the online really live broadcast would be the only way to go for this one.  Currently 2-2 in the first.

Even though the parts they showed of the men’s springboard diving last night were interesting, I’m really kinda over NBC and their Olympics coverage.  Too much fluff, not enough competition, and no suspense for West Coast viewers unless you stick your head in the sand and do nothing but watch NBC’s coverage.

Really excited that the Triton Invitational’s almost here though.  Just three weeks until UCSD’s annual water polo tourney.  With fourteen teams and two pools on the schedule I should be able to get plenty of competition, live even, without the fluff.  I can wait.

Work’s been keeping me otherwise occupied, I’m really tired of hearing about Michael Phelps, and the broadcast wing of NBC needs to start treating non-Easterners with just a bit of respect, but I caught my third water polo game of the Olympics last night, watching USA squeak out a win in a nail-biter with Italy, and loved it.  Even with the less than ideal video quality, live streaming video so beats tape-delayed and edit-butchered network feeds.

The opposite extreme was last night’s broadcast of select clips of the men’s 10m sychronized diving.  Some of the competing pairs were never shown at all, and while the winner was a surprise (kinda) I’d been texted the news on how the USA placed hours before the broadcast.

Maybe for 2012 we’ll finally be ready for an all sport, all live, internet-based Olympic coverage, with some network (or YouTube) doing a nightly recap.  But then how would bloody dictatorships get their social fluff broadcast to the world under the guise of ‘news’?

The second telling of Battlestar is coming to an end, and the tenth Doctor might be taking 2009 off, but The Prisoner’s coming back!  Creepy sci fi spy stuff as only the Brits can do it!   Yea for quality television!

Loved the matinee of Kung Fu Panda this morning almost as much as my lunchtime devotional reading from the local House of Wontonism.

There is excitement to be found wherever you go [in bed]

 Been a big fan of pandas for years, even though I think the whole ‘endangered on the brink of extinction’ schtick is getting a little old.  No, no brer zookeeper, no more forced breeding…and peel the next batch of bamboo shoots a little more carefully, please.  Roughage is important to species recovery.

Jack Black and the folks at Dreamworks took it to the next level though.  As a Samurai Jack fan I got all excited during the initial dream sequence, but that was nothing compared what I felt from the artistry of the main movie.  NSFW at all.  Even if there hadn’t been a good story and cool characters, I could’ve just drifted through the landscape panoramas for a few hours and still walked out of the theater satisfied.  Life is about the snacks, with or without a secret ingredient.