Archive for March, 2010

jumping the shark: Grey’s Anatomy, suspension of disbelief, and ectoplasm

SPOILER ALERT, and also note: i have only just finished watching Disc 2 of Season 5 — which means that the last GA episode i’ve seen is ‘These Ties That Bind’ and it ends with *LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS* Izzie making out with Denny’s ghost. yah. NO, i have no idea what happens next. so all of this is commentary based on limited information. that said, if you feel like spoilerizing things for me, make sure you put a warning in your comment for those that might actually care what happens next.

i have a thing for hospital dramas. to contextualize this for you: i have an entire Netflix queue that rotates between Grey’s Anatomy, ER, House, and Private Practice. i will probably continue to add hospital dramas to it as i discover them. but never Scrubs. that one is just NOT for me. don’t ask me why, i have no good explanation. as far as WHY i have a thing for hospital dramas, i have no freaking clue. one of my theories is that i sometimes find life so stressful that it is soothing to me to watch other people undergo intense stress. but that’s just a theory.

ok, wait, i know there’s a point in here somewhere. OH RIGHT. so the most recent episode of Grey’s Anatomy that i have seen (obvi. not the most recent ever, but i don’t have Tivo and i rarely get to watch live TV because, oh yeah, I WORK RETAIL) ends with Izzie making out with Denny’s ghost. for serious, people. it bothered me. it bothered me so much that i had to write a post about it. and i don’t tend to write posts about things that bother me, except that i think that this says something interesting about the suspension of disbelief.

before i get to that, though, some more context. up until this episode, i thought Season 5 was going to be my FAVORITE season ever. i mean, it’s got the hot guy from Rome! and, also, Lexi is getting lines, and i love Lexi. and then Mary McDonnell showed up! even if it’s only for one episode, Mary McDonnell = BIG FREAKING WIN. and Izzie started having Denny flashbacks, and i was cool with that. as i said on twitter last night, you can keep McDreamy, McSteamy, and McArmy (is that a thing, or did i just make it up? WHO CARES, MOVING ON), as long as you leave me Denny. so in theory, i should be thrilled with any storyline that involves more of Jeffrey Dean Morgan wandering around looking grizzly. BUT NO.

let us now switch gears to: suspension of disbelief. i am ridiculously good at this. it’s kind of in my job description, but i think it’s more likely that i chose the job description i did BECAUSE i am good at it. tell me a story, really just about any story, and i am MORE than ready to hear it. i can take a lot, if you make it worth my while. i am willing to go pretty far in suspending disbelief, so long as you retain some sense of internal logic and so long as i find that internal logic interesting.

here is where, for me, GA is falling down. let’s take the premise of the show: people are working in a hospital. NOT VERY RADICAL. not even particularly interesting, unless the people involved are interesting. WHICH, i do believe they are. so, there i am. interesting people in a hospital: SOLD.

now let’s think about hospitals: they exist in real life. you have probably been in one. and, in them, people do things to other people that also happen in real life. like, appendectomies. and crazy brain surgery that maybe you haven’t heard of, but if you were to go on WebMD or Google you could find stuff about it there. and sometimes you might think, “ok, can they really use umbilical cords to graft skin onto a heart,” but  WHATEVER, roll with it, because HEY, it is maybe possibly remotely plausible and interesting.

enter CORPOREAL GHOSTS. oh, hey, now. do these exist in real life? can i go visit one in a hospital? if i Google it, will there be pictures? (ok, scratch that last one, but i think you get my drift.)

which leaves me, at the end of this particular episode, thinking about what my options are as a viewer. i now have to wait a while to see the next episode. in the meantime, what do i think is happening? i have to accept one of two premises: Izzie has gone COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY BATSHIT CRAZY, or Denny is a corporeal ghost, and the writers of the show are making the statement that corporeal ghosts fit within the internal logic of this show.

now, i will probably find out that Izzie has gone batshit crazy within an episode or two. but the writers are deliberately presenting me with a conundrum. and this conundrum, BY DEFINITION INSIDE THEIR SHOW, should not exist. this is not, this one guy or this other guy; this career vs. this marriage; this specialty vs. this other one. this is, do crazy shit like corporeal ghosts exist or is Izzie (who, while overly emotional and kind of whiny, generally is pretty reliable) insane all of the sudden? and if she has gone insane all of the sudden, what am i supposed to think about her behavior, in hindsight? has she always been crazy? if not, what made her crazy now?

some people (like, the writers of this show) probably thinks that these issues make for good TV. i do not agree. i think they make for sloppy TV. i think they make for a show that has destroyed its own internal logic, and now has a big gaping hole blasted through the middle of it. talk about jumping the shark — more like they tried to jump the shark and failed, were mauled by the shark, and then resuscitated by Stephenie Meyer. life not interesting enough? let’s throw in the supernatural!

NO, people. i will not stand for it. BAD TV. BAD PLOTTING. BAD.

p.s. you want to see hospital drama meets supernatural done REALLY AMAZINGLY WELL with ALL KINDS of awesome internal logic? Chris Adrian’s THE CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL is a triumph of story-telling. i am seriously tempted to replace time i would have spent watching GA with re-reading it. in fact, you know what? coulda woulda shoulda. i am off to read.

in the meantime, anyone want to recommend a good hospital drama?

funny munny (WORST TITLE EVER, I KNOW)

if you are not aware of the Munny Doll, then you are missing out. if you’re a nerdy artist type, anyway. GO LOOK HERE! ever since i found out that Atomic Books (holla!) carries them, i have been plotting.

today i finally went in to grab one of the DIY mini munny’s (i might have gotten white but they didn’t have any that i could see, just pink and then the multicolor edition) and, once i pried the box open (my god, THE GLUE) i found that i had gotten a YELLOW one. which is pretty awesome, because this is shaping up to be St. Munny the New Age Shopgirl Edition, and yellow is a new-age-tastic color.

and the designing has begun. i should probably have a plan for this, but i will most likely just keep fiddling with it until i am happy. luckily, eraser seems to work even on the pen lines.

words at play: or, how i learned to love the interwebz

note: it’s been a couple years since i actively spoke Arabic, and some of this stuff is culturally specific. so don’t yell at me about it, ok?

i have been known to rant (just a little bit) about how other languages are so much cooler than english. for example, in Arabic (which i studied in college) there are words that we just don’t have — which can be interesting, and also irritating. i challenge anyone trying to remember which of the 16 words for “cousin” you want to use to NOT find that irritating. but on the whole, it is more interesting than not — especially when it comes to ritual phrases. for example, there is a word that is basically a universally-useful word of commiseration. another of my favorites: there is really only one correct answer to “how are you?”, and it translates (more or less) to “praise be to god!”. which you can then follow up with anything you like, including how awful your life is, but you at least start off that way. because you are alive, and that is something to be thankful for.

does english have these things? well, kind of — slang. and, let’s be honest here, we are SWIMMING in slang. we have DIALECTS of slang. and the kind i find the most interesting currently, once i started really thinking about it, is the kind that develops online. possibly because i spend three-quarters of my day connected to the internet. but if you’re reading this blog, chances are you do too. so that’s neither here nor there.

i think a lot of people are irritated by tech-memes. for example, the no-caps thing. someone complained about that recently on twitter, asking if it was REALLY THAT HARD (my emphasis) to just hit the shift key now and then. as an offender, i made a joke about being lazy. but honestly? i couldn’t remember when i’d stopped using correct capitalization in casual online communications. i use them all the time — anything that is connected to work gets not only capitals but is proofread to within an inch of its life, including (most of the time) emails. but in my personal communications, blog posts (case in point), twitter, and whatnot, i don’t tend to use them. except, sometimes, for proper nouns that just look weird to me lower-case. ANYWAY. the point i am trying to make is that it’s an adaptive thing — professional, standard; personal, slang.

and then there is the wonderful world of web slang: teh. interwebs, intertubes, and the other variants. sekrit. LOL & 5 mabillion other acronyms. that whole lolcats thing. and the history of memes like these is really interesting. (shut up, it IS!) a lot of this stuff evolved out of gaming (FTW, w00t, etc), or from common finger-slips (teh), or out of making fun of people who couldn’t type well enough to NOT make those finger-slips, or who didn’t bother to look over what they’d written before they hit ‘send’, or who flub up in discussing tech (i’m thinking here of that whole ‘series of tubes’ thing). which is where the really fun part is: irony and web slang. and twitter is my favorite place to observe it in action.

some of my favorite people on twitter NEVER use this kind of slang. or at least, i can’t remember the last time i saw them do it. and some of my other favorite people use it liberally. i go back and forth, myself — i’ll try to stop, or at least cut back, but i inevitably return to it. why? because it’s shorthand — i can convey quickly and easily something that would take longer to say. and with a 140 character limit, shorthand is vital. so, yes, from time to time i will use ZOMG to express intense surprise/enthusiasm/shock. i am currently playing around with HAH and its variants, as opposed to LOL et al (that will probably be another post). there are more examples, but you either already know them or really don’t care. or both.

even more than their shorthand capabilities, i love them because they are playful. they are often unpronounceable (although i have heard that there is a generation or two out there that say these things OUT LOUD, which makes my soul cringe), which makes it even more fun. i had a teacher in college who was really into the inherent possibilities of text, and used a graphic novel (that i have been unable to remember the name of or search out, despite numerous attempts) that had characters named things like Mr. ? and Mr. ! to illustrate his point. how would you say that out loud? you can’t, at least not in a way that retains the flow and intention of the text. makes you stop and think.

and now i will get pretentious on you and reference e e cummings. that man, say whatever else you like about him, knew how to play with language and was EXCITED about it. i challenge anyone to read really any of his work (but the one i always go to is i sing of Olaf) and, ignoring politics and topic and context, not see the glee in every phrase. i think that he would have loved the interwebz. some of what passes for web slang is lazy, some of it is more obnoxious than the rest, but most of it contains a sense of play that you rarely see in writing anywhere else. people are connecting with words, playing with words, making those words their own — and that is a good thing. no matter how much it annoys you when someone types “LMFAO”.

the politics of rating books

note: i think reviewing books is an important job, and people should do it. just, you know, people who are not me.

it doesn’t seem like it’d be that political of an act. you pick a book, assign it some number of stars, and (hopefully) write a sentence or two (or page or two) about why you rated it the way you did.

but i just can’t bring myself to do it. i opened up a goodreads account this past week with good intentions. i would keep better track of what i was reading! i would share my reading list with the world! and i would tell them …. oh, wait. what would i tell them?

when i talk about books on twitter (which, yeah, i do a lot), it’s invariably because i liked them, and usually because i LOVED THEM. when i talk about them on this blog, it’s because i liked them/loved them and there was something specifically interesting about them that i want to explore and/or share and/or rant about. i NEVER talk about books i don’t like.

why not? well, partially it’s because i just don’t have enough emotional/mental energy to spend on things i don’t enjoy. also, i am a book RECOMMENDER by trade, not a book REVIEWER. i think this is an important difference, one that is often overlooked. except by Julie Klam, who i stole it from. (i feel like interjecting at this point that i know the grammatically correct thing to say would be “from whom i stole it” but WHO TALKS LIKE THAT? i don’t talk like that, and i consider this “talking”. so there. also, i know that that period goes inside the quotation marks, but that is a pet peeve. ok. enough interjection.)

so yes, as a bookseller i recommend books. what does this mean? it means, when someone comes into the store and says, “i’m looking for a book,” i direct them to books that fit at least one of the following criteria: a) i liked them, b) they match what the customer is looking for, or c) both. sometimes they’re not both, though, and i think other booksellers will agree that we often sell books that we didn’t personally like to people who are very happy to have them.

which brings me to another point — there is a difference between “i didn’t like it” and “it was a bad book” that i feel is sometimes overlooked. as a bookseller, i am paid (in theory) to tell you my opinion about books. so yes, i am honest, and if a book didn’t appeal to me i will say so. but THAT IS WHAT I WILL SAY — “this one wasn’t for me.” not, “oh, that was TERRIBLE” or “you don’t want that one.” BIG difference there.

i don’t think it’s necessarily WRONG to say “that was TERRIBLE” — i’m just not comfortable saying it. for a variety of reasons. one of which is that i often work with authors, and they are generally lovely, hard-working people who have poured their hearts and souls into their creative endeavors. another of which is that i often work with publishers, who are also generally lovely, hardworking people who have poured their hearts and souls into other people’s creative endeavors. yes, yes, there are exceptions, but i’m not talking about the exceptions.

is my opinion really that important to anyone, you might say? well, no, but also yes. ask any author — they look at those reviews on goodreads, and that A-place, and anywhere else reviews are posted. i personally know several who have to actively fight the urge to spend all day every day looking at reviews of their books anywhere and everywhere they can find them. so do they care that I PERSONALLY did not like their book? probably not. do they care that SOMEONE did not like their book? HELL YES, they care. (again, generally. see previous note about exceptions.)

and after thinking about all of this for a few days, and chatting about it on twitter, i thought for a minute that i just wouldn’t rate any books at all. and then i realized that, oh yeah, that kind of COMPLETELY DEFEATS THE POINT of having a SOCIAL READING account. heh. and look, here’s this notebook that has all these blank pages that i could write titles of books on, oh yeah, and here’s a pen i could write that with, and no author or publisher will ever see this notebook, so it’s probably a pretty safe bet that i can just, you know, WRITE THIS STUFF DOWN.

several people have made the case for negative write-ups, namely that if someone doesn’t once in a while not like a book and say so then they feel like she’s shilling or not being honest or not giving a true picture of her reading tastes. to them, i can only say: sorry. if i don’t mention it, you can assume i didn’t like it. and if you’re an author or publisher, you can assume that i haven’t read it yet.

who will be right? only the notebook will know, and it’s not telling. in the meantime, i am going to go delete that goodreads account.



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