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Clichéd Open Letter to The Heroes Creative Team

Dear Mr. Kring, etc.,

I know the whole, “Open Letter” thing is now so common it’s a joke. I’m also confident I’m not the first to voice my disapproval of Heroes of late but, dammit, I just can’t keep it in anymore. Mr. Kring, you’re killing your show.

First off: why, oh why, can you just not follow the rules you’ve set? You start off with a few people having abilities, all of them seemingly getting them from their parents. Only, if they get the same ability (Matt Parkman, Sylar) or a different one is totally arbitrary and serves only the plot. But then, why does Parkman suddenly get the crazy eyes and painting ability. He didn’t even get it from anything. Apropos of nothing, suddenly he was “a prophet.” Then he stops painting, but we don’t know if he can’t or doesn’t. So, what is it? Does he see the future? Does he not? Was it a weird manifestation of swine flu?

Second: If you make a character have strong morals, extreme ethics, and the ability to take any other ability… don’t you think he’d do something about loosing the girl he loves in a horrible dystopian future as a prisoner? Maybe he could take his time-traveling friend’s ability so that he can go save her? No? Ok, how about get his time-traveling friend to take him to the future to help? No? Maybe… mourn? Even just mention her… to anyone… ever. No? Ah-ha! I get it! Having a character make any fucking sense is apparently anathema to you and yours. Asshole.

The biggest thing I’ve been having a problem with is your immortal characters. And not just the cheerleader. Let me ask you this, why don’t you give your story some sort of emotional weight by killing off a character? What? Oh, Veronica Mars? You want to use the Veronica Mars defense? Ok, how’s about the “Who Gives a Crap” gambit? You haven’t heard of that one? Ok, it goes like this. No one gives a crap if you kill off a character you introduced that season that has no moral center and is, frankly, mostly annoying. Any other characters that you introduced only to die before you could make them interesting enough for us to care? Nope, we don’t care about them either. You have a huge cast of really interesting characters that people love. They would be well-served to be thinned out like the deer population. Kill off a few so that the others can thrive.

No, seriously. I stopped caring about these people because they are immortal like Jack Bauer; except it’s a very different show you’re running. Sure, Jack Bauer has testes the size of an elephant and can yell hard enough to get that vein in his forehead this close to popping; but he’s the show. He is the show. After 6 full seasons and most of a seventh, if he died, it’s because they were ending the show. In the universe of 24 if Jack Bauer wasn’t alive to be in the right place at the right time to do something just outside the rules, the terrorists would win. Always. In Heroes you have a bunch of people who, literally, have super powers. Show us that they are, in fact, human. Kill one and let them be dead. Don’t bring back Ali Larter to be her heretofore unknown third identical. Or, if you do, MAKE IT INTERESTING! Have Nathan have some sort of crisis of conscience about screwing this girl that looks just like that other girl he screwed. Have ice-girl have the thought that maybe Nathan isn’t really into her, but he’s really just trying to relive the crazy Vegas weekend he had with her twin that she never met. Maybe just have someone else comment on the fact that it’s really screwed up and nearly incestuous that he’s just going around boinking the triplets-McSuper.

Oh, and killing off Nathan in the Volume 5 finale? Yeah. Would’ve loved it if you had let him just, for the love of all that’s holy, let him stay dead. But no, that just isn’t good enough for you. Suddenly Matt Parkman is able to make Sylar forget who he is to the point that he’s no longer a threat. What? Where was that four seasons ago? By giving Parkman’s ability that kind of power (weird sentence, but that was seriously the best I could do) is to make the previous everything-that-has-happened-on-your-show meaningless. It could have ended the first time Matt met Sylar. Maybe stretching it out to the third… sure. But… four seasons? Blow me.

I’ll give “Volume” 5 three episodes. If you don’t let Bryan Fuller do what he does best (and that would be: Make a show that contains insane fantastical elements make sense(Pushing Daisies anyone?)) we won’t be on speaking terms.

-Jon

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Funny or Die

Seriously.

-Jon

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Huh…

Had an interesting night last night, after a great visit from my dad and his wife. Lots of bullshitting and cooking of meat. It was fun. This morning, not feeling so hot, but damnit, this video made me happy:

-Jon

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Oh. My. GOD!!!

Holy mother of God, there’s going to be a Point Break Sequel… … I know! I know! It’s just crazy enough to work. I mean, they already made an alternate universe Point Break where cars replaced the surfing, and trucks replaced the banks… … but, replacing the cars that were replacing surfing with surfing!? It’s a world gone mad.

Seriously though, I really hope that this movie not only happens, but happens with The Swayze and The One. Because that’d be bitchin’. Moreso if The Swayze was all bed ridden and sick but running the bank-robbing gang from behind closed doors, hoarding all the money to build a giant super-genius fortress with robotic guards and ninja monkeys to keep him safe. I think that’s what kept the first Point Break from really being a Mega-Super Hit movie… not enough robots or ninja monkeys.

-Jon

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Seriously, I Feel a Little Sick…

So, Mom and Dennis were out here this weekend helping B and I look at houses. We were all sorts of set on a house on out in the vicinity of the airport and instead we found a house somewhere near, possibly in, the vicinity of “The Zone.”

  • Casey: How do you know you’re in the zone?
  • Dan: (slams deck of cards down on the desk) Cut me.
  • Casey: Danny, I–
  • Dan: Cut the cards.
  • Casey: (cuts the cards) Nine.
  • Dan: (cuts) Jack.
  • Casey: (cuts) Seven.
  • Dan: (cuts) Eight.
  • Casey: (cuts, challengingly) Queen.
  • Dan: (braces himself, then cuts) Ace.

So, now we’re in the process of figuring out offers, figuring out concessions, where do we want to put the couch, what do we do with the dog, is that really a hole in the roof… … did I mention that “The Zone” the house occupies is right around the corner from “Ye Olde Sweat Equity Shoppe?” Yeah… so, it’s not in perfect condition, but it’s in move in condition (after a thorough cleaning, steam cleaning, bleach shower and possible delousing… … … have I ever mentioned how much I like hyperbole?). The thing is, I know I’m there, I’m ready, we’re ready, everything is aligning just about perfectly for us to get into this house and away from sharing walls with strangers and creepy neighbor kids yelling into our windows at our dog because their grandma locks them out of the house during the day. And that’s awesome, can’t wait exciting kind of stuff… … and I’m now nervous, anxious, and my stomach just decided to go wonky…

  • Jeremy: Natalie, listen to me. You’ve lost a lot of money to me tonight. You’re basically going to be living the rest of your life on a charitable grant from the Jeremy Goodwin Foundation. Take the hundred bucks back and fold.
  • Natalie: Scared?
  • Jeremy: I’ve got a straight. You’ve got three sevens.
  • Natalie: You don’t have a straight.
  • Jeremy: Look at me. I’m not lying to you. I have a straight.
  • Natalie: How do you know I don’t have a big house?

So what’s going to happen next is we’re (almost 100%) gonna make a bid tomorrow. And that’s when the whole thing can come falling down on our heads… Without talking any kind of specific, we’re in a situation where I don’t think that the lady has a realistic idea of what the house is really worth on the market today. B and I just think she’s asking too much for the house, while at the same time we lust after it like a Sophomore does his Homecoming date, that is to say passionately. I just don’t want her to say no to our offer. And that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last hour. “What if she says no? What if she says no? What if she says no? What if she says no? [ad infinitum...]“

  • Jeremy: Isaac, I don’t know if you heard. Six this morning there was a bid from an Italian airline called Platypus.
  • Isaac: Yeah. Keep it under your hat, would you?
  • Jeremy: You bet.

So now we’re going to have to leave it up to “la forza del destino” or “The Power of Fate.” And I hate waiting for Fate to work her mojo, so please, if you have an in with her… just ask her to get a move on, would’ja?

-Jon

P.S.: All the various scrip segments were excerpts from the incomparable “Sport Night” by Aaron Sorkin. Used without permission, with moxy.

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Sex and the City… … and I need Headphones

So. B has been on a Sex (as in “and the City”) kick. Seriously, not two weeks after I got her into Battlestar Galactica, she’s got me watching Sex and the City. Which isn’t like, the most natural thing in the world for me to watch. I don’t have to watch it alone though… I have Ernest Borgnine. Seriously. I have a completely inapropriate excitement in my pants over Hulu. Seriously, I heard about this a while ago… a joint venture between NBC and News Corp. Read another way: A joint venture between two of the more evil companies in the world. One cancelled two Sorkin shows (after firing him from his own creation), the other is run by the guy trying to own and operate all media in the world.

Anyways, I figured it’d be annoying and suck. But, no kidding, if you’re offering me Airwolf, In Living Color, Who’s the Boss and the Facts of Life… then good lord people, let me in, let me have it and then send me a large tv I can hook a Macmini up to so I don’t have to screw around at a table with my computer.

Seriously, I’m going to go watch some Airwolf and ignore the insane ramblings of Kim Cattrall and Sarah Jessica…

-Jon

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Wow…

It doesn’t take much to be internet-brilliant. Really, all you have to do is remove the titular character from a comic and post it for the world to see. But I’ll be damned if it isn’t absolutely awesome.

-Jon

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Paranoid Much?

Seriously, sometimes people don’t believe me when I say that I’m uptight and worry a lot. I don’t get it. Of course, they’re never inside my head, and that would explain a whole lot, but… let’s just throw out an example. This example comes at the end of what was a really, really nice day with a minor *cough* caveat. Hung out with the fiancé, Panera in the morning for breakfast, then to Target, then driving around looking at houses… because we’ve been talking about the possibility of buying one long enough that it’s time to actually, you know, see what’s out there. So we’re driving around, checking them out by randomly turning down streets and casing neighborhoods for open houses and info-sheets when, right in the middle of the Westnedge Hill neighborhood, my car dies. No warning, no lights, no alarms, no “clunkity-clunkity,” just… nothing. Then it doesn’t start up. So I’m freaked, we push it off to the side of the road, and finally get it up and running again after a few minutes. Head down to Burdick, get about 60 seconds into the drive and, whoops… dead again. Literally coast down a hill and into a gas station with my emergency lights on, no breaks and no mechanical help with the breaks… less than the safest thing I’ve done this week. 10 minutes later the car starts up again. While she’s getting a snack inside. I immediately stop it, and say a silent little prayer to the god of cars. She get’s back and we start it up again and get to the shop. JoJo comes and gives us a ride back home because that’s how cool she is, and we go back out and keep looking at houses. Anyways, none of that has anything to do with why I’m writing right now. I’m actually not freaking out (completely) about any of that stuff (buying house, car, whatever). What I’m freaked about is the noise I just heard.

Lying in bed with my elephant mask on and I hear a *thump.* I try not to think about it, but it sounded like it might have come from downstairs, so I decide to check around down there. And guess what? The back door was unlocked. And now I can’t sleep. .. … …. and everything I hear is a person in my house. And I’m a paranoid nutcase. Which, really, works for me.

-Jon

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Best. Game. Ever!!

This is the best game ever. Seriously. I don’t care what they’re saying (though I’m curious), but my favorite part is, probably, the noise grandma makes when her house falls on her. Seriously, you have to try this out.

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Guitar Hero Eat Your Heart Out…

Go. For everyone who thought, “Guitar Hero is really fun, but… it doesn’t help you play guitar does it…” This is what you’re looking for. Hell. I play guitar and I want it. I lust after things like this. I just want it to be as awesome as it looks. Also: more than 30 songs would be swell.

-Jon

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