Thursday, December 31, 2009
But I'm rather glad to see you go.
Rather than looking backward over the chaos of this last year (let alone this last decade) I want to look forward.
And hey, since we're looking forward, let's really swing for the fences here.
2010 will be the year we get it right.
It'll be the year we finally see ourselves in the mirror, taking a long sober look at the insanity behind us. A reflection on the devastation we've wreaked amongst ourselves.
It'll be the year that we finally decide enough is enough, where the silent majority finally work to stabilize the lunatic fringe. Religious, political or otherwise.
We'll figure out this world hunger crap, end racial intolerance, clean the planet, save the whales and stop global warming.
Our personal lives will become personal again, our children will be raised with care and our companies will give us more time to spend with our families.
Technology will actually make our lives easier and safer, Science will make our lives better and longer and we'll come to understand our role in the universe.
As a species, we'll take things slower -- think before we act, question before we speak and open ourselves to our fellows. We'll look out for one another, from an honest place of compassion and respect. We'll look farther than just our own gain, make the right calls in a clinch and expect better of ourselves.
We'll be better and smarter, more caring and aware. We'll accept each other as equals and share in the bounty of the Human spirit together.
Together we'll figure out how to make the system work for everyone.
And finally, at long last, peace will find itself in the Middle East.
Yes, 2010 will be our year of rebirth -- a step in the right direction, a push forward for Humanity as a whole.
Or... maybe not.
But, hey, if the dreams of sleeping cats can change the world... then why the hell not give it a shot myself? Maybe, just maybe, if the dream is good enough -- if it is craved and wanted for and called for by enough people... then, hey, why not?
Can't hurt to dream, right?
Happy New Year to you all... here's hoping for something better.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Not in IMAX. No, apparently, that sucker's sold out 'til August.
So we went in for a noon showing, expecting to sneak in and sneak out without it being too much of an issue.
Guess it's a good time to be a theater owner 'cause DAMN it was packed. Like, insanely packed; Little-children-getting-their-feet-trampled-by-line-butting-assholes kind of packed (poor kid...).
Anyways, on to the show. (minor non-plot spoilers peppered throughout)
Just so you know, I'm coming to this as somewhat of a 3D aficionado. I've always been a fan of the concept and I generally search out films that have it -- it may not end up being the 'waaaaave ooooof theeee fuuuutuuuure' that some have made it out to be, but when it's done right it can be a breathtaking experience (check out Wild Ocean 3D in IMAX).
For a great number of people, James Cameron's last film was Titanic but for me (though they're technically not 'movies') 'Ghosts of the Abyss' and 'Aliens of the Deep' are still somewhat resonant in my mind's eye. My fascination with the deep is almost as intense of that of outer space and so when I sat down and was transported into Mr. Cameron's forays beneath the waves, I found his love for the abyss quite infectious.
And I think that's what ultimately sold me on Avatar.
In this film I found that it was his connection to Pandora, his openness to expressing its beauty and its utter vulnerability that grabbed me.
This was a world he intended to share from the get go.
Unfortunately, the world is far more interesting than the story taking part in it.
Now, let's pause for a moment here. Since I've yet to see Avatar in IMAX, I'm going to hold off on getting into the real gel of the 3D of it -- 'cause, truth be told, when I was sitting there in my 5th row center seat I became acutely aware that I was missing subtle flourishes that had been added. Flourishes that Mr. Cameron had obviously meant to be seen in the larger format.
But in the context of the (smaller) non-IMAX showing, I'd have to put the 3D down as 'breathtaking'. His decision to have the Human world be cold and sterile and limit the 3D effects to things like computer screens and such actually makes the pulsing 'life' of Pandora all the more vibrant. Here the 3D isn't used to thrust a sword at your face (though that moment does exist, of sorts) it's used to show distance and perspective -- to enhance a sense of closeness. The world hums beneath our protagonists' feet and, thanks to Mr. Cameron's deft use of his new 3D tech, we can almost feel that hum ourselves.
Simply put -- and if I haven't made it clear by now -- visually, Avatar is sumptuous.
Mr. Cameron's known for having an eye for detail and my eyes threatened to burst in my attempts to drink it all in. His realization of an entire alien biosphere is, hands down, phenomenal -- hell, even if I'd end up being eaten by a Thanator, I want to visit this world just so I can see it with my own eyes.
If this is what alien worlds look like, sign me the hell up.
That said, what bothers me the most about this film is that this vibrant, multi-faceted world is shackled to a story that is so utterly black and white.
I predicted every major turn of the movie long before they actually hit, even how it would go down and who'd be responsible... if I wasn't in the middle of having my eyeballs scraped off the side of my skull I'd have been yawning my way through this rubber band of a tale.
On the bright side, the world is there. It's built and -- if we believe the glimpses we get from other parts of the planet -- there's more to see. There are other stories to be told here, other characters and tales and environs to explore. All things that I'm sure'll be brought up in the inevitable sequel.
One which I'm hoping will clock in at a brisk 100 mins or less.
'Cause I know I've heard people talk about the length of the film but I don't know how much it really hits home until your 9-year-old nephew taps you on the shoulder to show you the time.
(apparently he was keeping track)
We went in for the 12pm showing and after the commercials and the trailers and the movies, we got out around 3:20pm.
Again, it must be a great time to be a theater owner.
All-in-all, Avatar is the rare kind of blockbuster that deserves its fanfare; Visually, this is Mr. Cameron's 'Starry Night' in glorious 3D.
While the script certainly isn't going to win him any awards, his passion and wonder for this planet is infectious, leaving us with a childlike wonder and a need to touch and splash and play.
I can't wait to go back.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
So, while I know that Christ was most likely born in the summer (if you agree that he existed at all) and the day is largely co-opted to overwrite other, more pagan rituals... well, heck... it's a great excuse to get together with the people who actually matter in your life.
Be that family, friends or whatever.
Christian or not I'd like to think that Christ -- a wise man who preached tolerance, love and forgiveness -- would be down with Humans in general getting together in some semblance of that spirit.
And so, with that in mind, I share with you one of my new favourite non-religious Christmas songs.
Cheers to you all and may you find an excuse to be deliriously happy this holiday season.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Top 10 TV Series of the Decade:
* Battlestar Galactica - Right up until the last 5 mins.
* Dexter - This last season re-affirmed why I kept watching. John Lithgow = amazing!
* Trailer Park Boys - Sometimes that show hit a little too close to home...
* Doctor Who - First Christopher Eccleston then David Tennant... wow. The Girl in the Fireplace. Midnight. Blink. You should watch these eps.
* True Blood - For being absolutely Batshit insane.
* Sons Of Anarchy - Peter intro'd me to this series and DAMN. I'm hooked.
* The Tudors - "It's good to be the King" - Mel Brooks
* Friday Night Lights - I'm not a 'football' guy, just not my thing... but man, this show is amazing. Extraordinary passions, indeed.
* Arrested Development - Just thinking about this show makes me laugh
* How I Met Your Mother - They gave us NPH. In awesome form. Gawd bless'em.
Top 10 Films of the Decade:
HA! And now I watch you squirm! Can you do it? Can you break it down into a measly 10?! I've managed to get 10 in here but I could go on for ages. These are in no particular order...
* Let The Right One In - Hands down, the best 'vampire' flick I've seen this decade.
* Monster - This movie is even more messed up if you've watched any of the interviews with aileen wuornos.
* Persepolis - Touching and memorable.
* Once - This movie damn near had me crying on an airplane. Amazing soundtrack.
* The Dark Knight - This is exactly the kind of Batman movie I've been waiting for.
* Lord of The Rings: The fellowship Of The Ring - The first got the ball rolling and made me remember why I loved the books.
* Shaun Of The Dead - Best Rom/Zom/Com I've ever seen.
* Amelie - An old friend said it best: "I feel like a better Human being for having seen this movie".
* The Bourne Identity - This movie made me wish I was a badass.
* Wall-E - I'll watch this movie again, any time.
Top 10 Personal Successes of the Decade:
* Finding the Love of my life/Getting married
* Joining Ink Canada and finding such a welcoming community
* Finishing my first screenplay... and finding out that people loved it!
* My first-ever table read (Thanks to the amazing Beatriz Yuste!)
* Being promoted from Inktern to Junior Editor on the site.
* Starting my blog and all the amazingly cool people I've met because of it.
* Completing College. Tho' it didn't amount to what I thought it would, it put me on the path to discovering my talents as a writer.
* Meeting my best friend, who's been a rock through all the bad and good.
* Paying off all my Student Debt, finally, this year.
* Getting accepted to college and getting the heck out of my hometown (that pretty much kick-started everything else!)
Monday, December 14, 2009
I've been chipping away at an old Original Series, trying to re-figure out how the foundation's supposed to fit together. I thought I had it before but then realized that uh, no.
So I've taken it back to the drawing board, trying to re-discover who my characters are and why this series exists.
Which, incidentally, has always been the killer for me: "Why this show, why these characters? Why YOU?"
A part of me doesn't even want to think about these questions right now -- it's hard to pimp a skeleton, let alone one that's still re-calcifying.
All I can think about is how I want to sink away into a quiet abyss for a week or two, to hammer things out in my head; To weld, solder, whack, beat, crush, mold and spackle.
Looking at my holiday calendar... well, yeah, not likely to happen.
So it looks like, thus far, the answer to the above questions are officially: I don't know, I don't know and I don't know.
Guess I'm still searching for that spark? I thought I found it before but then it fizzled.
I've got a "Cool Idea" and a "Strong Concept"... just gotta figure out how to make it float and move forward at the same time.
"But where are you going to pitch it??"
"Will it appeal to a family/mostly-female demographic?"
Don't know. Should I know? Trying not to think. Clicking off Logical thought processes. Switching to 'abstract goo' mode.
~Colourz r prety~
They say that every writer's got like ten thousand or so crappy pages inside'em and that the sooner we get them out of us, the better. After that, we get to the good stuff. Unfortunately I find myself agonizing over each and every one of them, desperately wanting them to be good.
Which they can be.
If I'm willing to go over each and every one of them 3 times.
Which currently appears to be the game plan.
Also, lately, I've been having nightmares that somehow I forgot how to tell a story.
Not sure why, but it's been somewhat recurring and actually sort of terrifying. I guess it's the Writer's equivalent of the whole 'showing up to class to give a speech while naked' thing. Except it's a campfire that's got all our wonderful urban legends sitting around it (hook-hand guy, etc), waiting... not so patiently... for me to come up with a 'new' story for them.
(They don't wait long).
My wife's been kind enough to tell me that I've 'just got writer's block' which is a distinct possibility. However, the idea that my 'block' would be following me into dreamland is somewhat unnerving.
Denis has constantly recommended a little book called 'The War of Art' and so that's on my list to pick up and read over this coming holiday season. I'm hoping it'll prove inspirational.
So far my solution has been to just sit at a keyboard and type it out. Whatever random craziness comes out of me, well, that'll be that. Been doing it for a few days now and it shows no real sign of stopping.
On the bright side, well, I have got some wacked-out stuff sitting there. Maybe I can use it later on.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Not that they're options we'll actually get to, or want to, exercise... but hey, sometimes it's nice just to put it all up on the wall and see how it sticks together.
So... why not? Let's take a look at where we are.
As of right now:
We could regulate the problem -- like we have in Radio. If you want to operate in Canada, you need this much Canadian Drama, this much Canadian docs, this much 10/10 Canadian Content at minimum. Period. End of Discussion.
We could force the Broadcasters and BDUs to negotiate with one another. Make them form up some sort of system for working with one another based off their 'symbiotic' relationship.
We could give Broadcasters 'Value for Signal'.
We could give BDUs more money/protection.
We could give Broadcasters more money/less obligations to the "onerous" costs of creating Canadian TV.
We could scrap the whole protection scheme from the ground up. Cut out the middleman, let American channels broadcast in Canada at will.
We could let Broadcasters 'black out' American broadcasts of shows they've paid for, re-airing them whenever they want, however they want.
We could kill the bundling of channels - go a la carte, allow Canadians to pay only for the channels we want.
We could create a 'skinny basic' for those who only want the bare minimum (the cable equivalent of a 'gateway drug').
What else am I missing? (Will update as suggestions come in!)
Courtesy of Jim Henshaw:
We could have a system where the consumer decides what's worth paying for. Y'know the way everything else in this country is bought and sold.
Then we'd get to see what they really want to watch, make our version of it and perhaps have a real industry.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Okay, yes, not exactly a world-shattering observation on my part... but man... the Smithsonian was good to me.
Honestly, this CRTC stuff has made me feel, well, numb.
Watching this fight unfold and trying to fit so many square concepts into the roundness of my consciousness... well, it's been a tiring bit of work to hammer them all through.
Even my sturdy ol' "actually giving a damn" filter has started to get a bit clogged by it all as of late -- I can't even imagine how those who've been fighting this battle for a decade or so must feel.
Simply put, my trip to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum was a revelation.
I was surprised to discover just how deeply nourishing it is to be dwarfed by SkyLab and the Hubble Telescope (replica) -- to stare at these things in awe and wonder; to run my fingers along the atmosphere-seared hull of the Apollo II; or caress the cold steel of a rocket engine's massive exhaust vents.
I stood there, surrounded by these aging relics of possibility and it felt... expansive; Like touching the jagged wheels of a pioneer's ox-cart, imagining what would come next.
'Cause even with these long obsolete creations towering above me... we're still only at the beginning, we've barely even started the Prologue.
Unlike this CRTC nonsense.
We're living in a world that has already moved on. We're now in an age of Hulu and Boxee and, hell, iTunes. Yet we're held back and made to watch as old men bicker about who'll lead the wagon train over the mountain pass.
A pass we can all fly over pretty much any freaking time we want... sometimes for free (if you have access to Hulu... or Google).
I understand that regular broadcast is still valid and there's a hell of a lot of people in this country who barely have that... but it's hard to feel bad for a group of people who -- even when given the opportunity and the money -- soundly refuse to innovate.
Instead we get fighting, and lawyer-ing and... well, a whole lot of heartbreaking displays of apathy from those in charge to those who passionately want to make it work.
Those of us who do, in fact, give a damn.
And that's why it was so nice to get away for a bit. A chance to feel truly connected with something again; To clean the cobwebs off of my imagination and get the gears grinding once more.
'Cause, damn, it's easy to feel lost and cold in the shadow of the monolith.
Anyways, I'm back, energized and feeling positive again; having been reminded of why I enjoy what I do: the exploration of possibilities -- that push forward into the unknown, wanting to discover or create and share some great stories.
The CRTC reconvenes on December 14 and I think this trip was just what I needed to help get me ready for it.
Here's hoping for the best on that one.
On a side note: I know the Smithsonian's a fair bit out of range for return visits so I think I'm going to start making regular trips to our Royal Ontario Museum. I know it's not the same, but hey, I think my recent trips gotten me onto a bit of a museum kick...
Nothing wrong with that.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
And, yeah, I'm pretty psyched.
I've always wanted to see the Smithsonian, wander around and get lost in its massive halls, discover some secret passage and find myself miles below the Earth in a mad curator's hidden vault.
That said, all kidding aside, it's a bit of a weird feeling for me to be visiting the Capitol of the USA.
I spent so much time thinking I WAS American when I was growing up (I always wanted to go to Rochester to ride the monorail I'd see in the commercials between my Saturday morning cartoons) -- hell, I knew the pledge of allegiance long before I had 'Oh Canada' memorized.
It wasn't until years later that I'd discover that I was, in fact, Canadian -- and it would take me another decade or so to actually figure out what that meant.
Even now I know far more about American History, politics, etc. than I do Canadian -- and I actually consider myself a patriot and fan of Canadian History.
I guess it's just part of the cost of growing up when you're sleeping with the elephant.
TV-wise, I didn't have a whole lot of choice when I was a kid, I watched whatever was on -- and even though I had my fair share of You Can't Do That On Television and The Edison Twins and Littlest Hobo, my strongest childhood memories are for The Thundercats and Fraggle Rock and GI Joe -- and wanting to ride that damned Midtown Plaza Monorail.
Now that I think about it, that's one of the reasons I'm actually getting involved in this fight -- no, not the monorail, I mean the fight for Canadian content and to protect our airwaves.
Tho' I'm loathe to use the 'think of the Children' argument -- 'cause I think it's trite and stupid -- now that I'm married and we're talking about kids... well, I am actually finding myself thinking about 'my' children.
Them and the country I want them to grow up in.
See, not only do I want to be, like, the best dad ever (exclamation point times infinity), I want to provide for them the ability to be intelligent and active citizens of the world... without having to waste their time on stupid identity crises like 'what's the difference between a Canadian and an American?'.
Now, to be clear, I don't want to rant and I'm not saying 'America is bad' or any of that sort. I'm genuinely excited to have the opportunity to check out the Smithsonian -- and yes, I'll be checking out the museum of American History.
But I am saying that Canadian pride is something we learn from our parents and our friends and our media (certainly, more from 'media' as we age).
If we can't be proud of ourselves; Our stories and our accomplishments -- let alone those Canadians who do accomplish -- then how the hell can we expect our kids to care?
In an age where we're being bombarded from all sides by the World, why not work to establish a solid foundation at home, first?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
That news that I had... well, it's time to let it all out:
I've been asked to be guest editor for Denis McGrath's blog - Dead Things On Sticks - for this coming week.
Pretty damn cool, eh?
Yeah... I've got a whole thing - a plan, if you will.
Pop on by and see what's shakin'.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Trying to make sense of it all is, well, a challenge -- especially if you're someone new to the game who's only checking things out in a semi-nationalistic 'what's all this then' situation.
That said, if you want to see 60-year-old men stomp their feet and roll their eyes like spoiled little children... well, you should pull yourself up a seat 'cause this is the new 'Best show on Earth'.
Words fly, tempers flare - it's a borderline kerfuffle...
And then they break for lunch or Nap Time... or whatever.
And then the next guy's up at bat. (By 'guy' I generally mean 'well-paid-legal-team' and/or 'well-heeled-exec board'.)
At least that's been my experience thus far.
Today was an extra special helping of dumbass-ery. That special kind that would've lead to my Grandpa taking me over his knee if I ever talked to him like that.
But since most of them are grandpa's... I'm not really sure how you're supposed to punish them for bad behavior.
Today's display was, well... disturbing.
And there's a whole hell of a lot I could write here -- involving buckets of venom and vitriol.
But today can be summed up in 140 characters:
"Too bad the industry sees investment in Canadian content as punishment" - @gregobr
The WGC is up this Monday, at the end of the day no less -- a fact which I personally think is a load of crap -- 'cause, let's face it: our commissioners seem genuinely ready to pull a 'coyote ugly' by 4pm.
That said, I want to take some time and thank the WGC for putting together this swanky Decoder Ring for those of us who're watching the events unfold and wondering what the hell is coming our of their mouths.
'Cause after what went on in that room today... well, I'm kind of ashamed to even be giving it airtime.
On another note, there's also a bit of news (yes, news!) coming down the pipe for yours truly. More on that to come shortly, but it's pretty cool.
Anyways, that's it for now. Sleep tight... 'cause something tells me it ain't getting any prettier out there.
Monday, November 16, 2009
As an outsider looking in, I'm often left cold by the attitudes and rituals involved as people line themselves up in front of the commission.
Let alone the actual back and forth (and eye-rolling, and blustering, and...) that often occurs.
That said, I think today went a small way toward lighting the fire back into my jaded lil' Canadian heart.
In his opening speech, Konrad Von Finckenstein (the Chairman of the CRTC) said this:
"This hearing is about the future – a future where the old distinctions between over-the-air and discretionary television services will be irrelevant to most Canadians. It is about ensuring that Canadians continue to receive high-quality Canadian programming regardless of where they live or how they receive their television programming. It is also about ensuring that Canadian broadcasters and distributors have the flexibility to respond to changing audience demands, revenue opportunities and new paradigm-changing technologies, while using the most effective platforms.
This hearing is not about the past. It is not about enshrining or protecting old business models. And it is not about taxing consumers."
I want to give kudos to him for at least setting the bar.
Unfortunately, well, the presenters today at the CRTC hearing (aka 'Fee For Carriage Round 3') didn't quite get the memo.
And the Chairman was having none of it.
Here are a few of my favourite quotes from the day's events (and the twitters that followed):
"I'd rather deal with the Rogers I know than the one I encountered today, think about it" - Konrad Von Finckenstein (Chairman of the CRTC)
"My bedtime reading is the Broadcasting Act" - CRTC Commissioner Suzanne Lamarre (*I tend to use it as a sleep-aid, myself*)
"I don't understand why you don't realize it's in your long-term interest to come to an agreement" - Konrad Von Finckenstein to Rogers presenters
"Why is it anytime some1 says, "I'm not trying to avoid the question," the very next thing out of their mouths is attempt to avoid Q?" - @heywriterboy
"@DecencyLegion: Isn't this interesting. Nobody in Canada can figure out how to make money and USA net spins off a new channel http://j.mp/nJ8EU" - @DecencyLegion
And quite possibly the... well... the most honest exchange I've ever heard at a CRTC meeting:
"Why is this so difficult?" - Konrad Von Finckenstein
"We don't have our hand out. They do." - Rogers
Annnd one more:
"You're making this sound like a religious crusade" - Konrad Von Finckenstein to some nigh-evangelical Rogers Execs.
In closing... I'm not sure I've processed everything just yet... but I gotta give solid props to Chairman Von Finckenstein, who was definitely in fine 'Grow-the-F*ck-up' form today.
Hopefully we'll have more of this whole 'cut through the b.s.' attitude... 'cause I - as, you know, a tax-paying Canadian citizen - think it's about damn time.
P.S: The Star has a summary of the day's events here.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I have never known the call of conscription, or felt the terror of bombs exploding around me.
I have never smelled the acrid stench of a battlefield, or heard the screams of dying friends.
I have never killed a man, or survived a bullet wound, or lived my life in fear.
I have never known war.
For this, and for the sacrifices that have allowed me these things.
For your sacrifices.
I thank you.
Please, Rest in Peace.
Monday, November 09, 2009
My wedding ring keeps wanting to fly south for the winter.
Yep, every once and a while -- while gesticulating or generally 'talking' -- my ring will make a break for it.
Bags packed and ready to go, it lies in wait for that perfect moment, crouched at the brink, hardly breathing, ready to pounce.
Today it made a full-tilt run at the edge and lept for freedom; a bold, brash 'hey-I-can-see-my-house-from-here' break for the door.
And I didn't suspect a thing until I noticed its gleaming halo flying through the air.
Needless to say, the image of me chasing a rolling wedding band down the hall at work was quite sight to behold.
I've seriously considered crazy-glue at this point, but I may just go with a resizing.
That said, the idea of paying someone to take gold out of my ring seems a bit ridiculous... :S -- I wonder if they hand the glittering remnants back to me in a little CSI-style forensics baggy or something afterward?
In other news, I've managed to get my Chuck spec back on track. Turns out that the general feedback was positive tho' the major complaint was that it felt like a season 1 spec.
Which, yeah, is problematic.
So I decided to throw caution to the wind and say 'screw season 2'... I've remastered my baby (with a heaping re-imagining of dialogue) into a Season 3 spec. This, of course, has lead to me sneaking far into spoiler territory for one of my favourite shows -- an excursion I fear has wounded my soul (while breaking my own sacred 'no spoiler' self-pact) yet has yielded vast riches in the way of relevant story points.
Points that have been judiciously (deliciously?) extrapolated upon to solidify it's stature in the 3rd season -- though I must admit to a somewhat maternal fear that I might be a bit too far ahead of the curve on this one.
That said, I'm liking how this has turned out so far, yes, there's probably another draft awaiting after this -- aaaalways another draft -- but for now I shall begin the final wrap-up touches before sending it out to be beaten about the head and neck.
After that, well, then I get to dust off my spec pilot all proper-like. More on that shortly.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Even worse, when it's time to stand up and criticize something that you love -- from an honest place of wanting to see it improve -- well, in Canada, you're pretty much doomed to get lost in the boos and hisses of all the haters.
I don't want to come off as a hater.
And yet, I can't help fearing that I will.
So please know that I don't do this to be belligerent, but I can't in good conscience be silent about what I've been noticing so far. It's a trend that seems erroneous from the get-go, and I hope that it's something that'll be rectified in the future:
For a Canadian show called 'The National' it sure likes to spend a lot of time dealing with American issues... and issues that have little to no meaning for most of the country -- a fact that it proudly states in one case -- yet are still allowed to take up valuable air time (*cough* royal family visit *cough*).
I've watched 2 episodes of The National now and I have to say that so far I've been left out in the cold by what's been offered thus far.
See, I like to think of News shows as Merchants. You walk up, they show you what they've got on special and then it's up to you to decide whether or not to buy in with your valuable time.
Last night's 'special': "Is NASA a waste of Money?"
I'm sorry, but really?
Listen, I loved Wendy Mesley in Marketplace. I think that it was a truly fantastic Canadian show (one which I feel I've discovered far too late). But watching her do the NASA segment had me cringing in my chair.
I've never felt physically embarrassed for someone the way I did as I watched that unfold.
"NASA has a budget of $17.4 billion -- that's 40% of what the US gives for the Department of Education in the States!"
Followed by lame commentary from some random American who I don't know or care about talking about how NASA is basically useless now and should exist to give money to the private sector in the form of prizes, etc.
Wendy was quick to segue into the Canadian angle with: "well, we've managed to find a few Canadians who agree with him".
And by 'a few' she really wasn't kidding. 6 people in the segment. Including one guy who stood there looking dumbfounded and one little girl who thought NASA had a budget of a 'million' dollars and was utterly flabbergasted to learn that they, in fact, have '18 billion dollars' (apparently 17.4 billion rounds up to 18 rather cleanly).
The little girl's response?
"Woooooooooow! That's a lot of money!".
Wendy has 2 jars: 'NASA' and 'Education'. She gives people a poker chip (representing the $18 billion budget of NASA) and asks them 'where would you put your money?'
3 put their 'money' into Education, 2 (who are shown only as hands) put their 'money' into NASA.
REALLY? That's where you decide to take your coverage? Are you kidding me??
No mention that the $150 Billion they're spending on the space station is to be spent over a decade (a fact that the CBC themselves covered in a story in Feb, 2008). No mention of what was learned by 'bombing the moon' -- only that it made NASA a laughing stock.
Only numbers quickly thrown up, without context, in order to support a thesis (?) that has, by this time, become: 'NASA is a waste of money'.
But then, just to make it more confusing, they sit there and detail all the cool stuff we wouldn't have without NASA. Things like Weather Prediction and Air Traffic Collision Detection and Cell Phones.
That's right, after spending all that time slamming NASA, they go on to say how great it is... and then, just to stick the boot farther in your craw, Wendy ends that part of the segment with (and I kid you not) "Soo... a lot of arguments there".
Leaving no actual stance or answer to her own question... leaving me to question why the hell they gave 8-9 minutes to a half-baked segment that added nothing to the conversation, let alone shed any real light on the issues.
Seriously, what did I, as a viewer, gain from watching that?
Oh, and Peter Mansbridge's contribution? "Good arguments, both sides".
** Side note: Quote of the Show: "Wouldn't Africa argue: can we please have a snack?" - A smarmy, chuckling Wendy Mesley on what's 'owed to the Human race'. (37:15 into Oct 27th's online video)
What bothers me is that there's utterly no recognition that this is a Canadian show spending 8-9 minutes of a 44-ish minute show grilling an AMERICAN space program that has little to no direct bearing on present-day Canadian lives.
Why not take our own Space program to task for something? Or talk about how our space program is in need of more funding... or less, or why Canadians SHOULD care about NASA... or anything that impacts Canadians?
(EDIT: according to Peter, our CSA is incapable of launching satellites, that's why we rely on NASA and our allies to do it for us -- thanks Peter!).
Guess it's just not sexy enough to talk in 'millions' rather than 'billions'.
Here's an idea: Why not spend 8-9 more minutes with the guy who wants to take down the Ozone Machine seller from BC? Why not have more than ONE 'expert' to explain the situation, why not show some data to back up claims that the machine not only doesn't work but is potentially fatal? Why not talk about the kinds of numbers we're talking about here? How many Canadians have bought these machines? Is there any other purchaser who's willing to talk about their experiences?
Here's another idea: why not take some more time to talk about the H1N1 and the 6 children who've died in Canada from the virus -- rather than just proclaiming, with large RED letters that "6 children have died in Canada!".
See, those two pieces were actually somewhat interesting... until it started to slide into farce.
A nurse is brought into a hockey rink, before some concerned parents, to answer their questions.
What did the nurse tell the scared hockey parents to do? Sanitize their hockey equipment and pull their kids out of playing in games if they start to show any symptoms.
You know, like a cough.
Ummm... okay. I can understand the whole 'rather safe than sorry' thing, but isn't most of this what my grandmother would call 'common sense'? What about some facts on the flu shot... you know, like how long it takes to kick in? Or if the vaccine is good for people already infected (probably not, but what do I know, I'm not a doctor)? Or any other kind of medical advice I wouldn't have been able to get by calling up my mother...?
You know who I want to hear from?
I want to hear from the doctor who sent the most recent boy home to die from H1N1.
See, the boy complained of a sore throat so his mom took him to the doctor, who sent him home with some Tylenol.
And, to be clear, I don't want him on TV to publicly scorn him, or to make him feel like crap, I want to know what tests he did or didn't do. I want people to know how easy a mis-diagnosis with H1N1 can be.
I want doctors (of some credibility) to be on there explaining any symptoms that seem out of the ordinary, to be aware of, that might hint that it's H1N1 instead of any other virus.
Or telling people to ask their doctors to ask for their children to get an H1N1 test before being sent home -- yes, it can take between 1 and 5 days to get results... but it's still more help than 'wipe down your equipment with sanitizer'.
Or, since CBC is all about biting on American style, tell them to use the US government's H1N1 self-evaluation test. Again, may or may not work all the time, but it's still better than NOTHING.
In short: I want people to be warned by doctors to ask if they're unsure. I want them to help empower citizens rather than feeding them into the fear machine.
Finally, I want to know who's researching these shows and who's approving this crap to get on the air?
In my opinion, it looks like someone went and looked at The Daily Show and said 'make that, only serious and an hour long -- the kids will love it!'.
'Cause, say what you will, their NASA 'editorial' (...?) last night devolved into a skit.
A long, unfunny, skit... about something no one in Canada really cares about.
Speaking of 'things that nobody cares about' they continued their story from the night before about Canadians not caring about the Royal family.
Only this time they went out into the streets and asked people!
And guess what...?
No one, in fact, cared about the Royal Family. Well, except for the strangely obsessive lady with the fine dinnerware.
Which also makes me wonder: Did they run that obsessive lady in the story in order to mock her? (the footage presented certainly makes me think so).
Which then leads me to the real rub:
Near the end of the program, they choose to stick in -- by far -- their most interesting story. It's a story about the growing number of incidents of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder among RCMP officers.
I don't know why they felt this was not worthy of being closer to the beginning of the show, or even the middle of the show, but this was the closest thing to an interesting segment they've had so far.
Told through the perspective of Corporal David Gibbs -- an RCMP officer who works 7 days a week, 365 days a year -- he describes the toll that seeing 50+ horrible car crashes per year is taking on him and how it's slowly breaking him down.
I felt that this was a touching story about the stresses of a man who's overworked and well-aware of what's happening to him yet unable to get to the resources he needs to keep himself from falling victim to PTSD.
It, unlike any of the other stories, made me feel something -- made me WANT to connect. (segment starts at 44:30 of the online version)
Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived as they segued into a preview of what's to come: A story about "American bailout money and how it's made many corporate titans 'change their ways'... but is that about to end?!"
Bah! I don't care.
You know what I care about? I care about finding out what's going on with all those CANADIAN businesses who got CANADIAN bailout money.
How're they doing?
What's the status update there?
What's the sitch with our crazy amounts of CANADIAN deficit?
I'm sorry but Peter Mansbridge, Wendy Mesley, seriously, you're so much better than this crap.
Please, please, please don't fall for the whole "your job is to read the news" B.S. Your job is to keep Canadians informed about Canadian issues. And I dearly hope you're fighting for us behind the scenes 'cause I'd hate to think that your jaw isn't clenched in disgust as you read some of these inane excuses for Journalism.
You're the faces of the station. Put your foot down, dammit.
'Cause it's not the format that bugs me, it's not the pretty colours, it's the fact that the egg has been genetically redesigned without its yolk.
Yes, it seems good for you; yes, it seems nutritious... but it's not.
And I -- as a tax-paying, proud, Canadian citizen -- am demanding better.
I sincerely hope that The National improves, I hope that these are all just stumbles on the way to discovering its stride.
But as of right now, I'm very deeply concerned.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday morning was a bit crazy, I'd managed to get myself up and out of bed for 5:30am, I was dressed, I was ready, I was thinking 'hey, no problem I'll just walk on over to the Metro Toronto Convention center'.
Turns out it's a bit longer of a walk than I'd anticipated.
On the bright side, I realized just how beautiful post-rain Toronto is at 6-ish in the morning.
It ended up being close to a 40 minute walk just to get down there. Again, I figured I'd show up, get in line, get up the tower and head right back off to bed. This was wishful thinking in the extreme.
See, I wasn't the only one who had the idea to climb the CN Tower as early as possible (you know, to beat the crowds). As I walked into the room my jaw dropped: hundreds of people stretching and milling and lining up... at 6:30 in the morning!
I get into line -- apparently I was an 'early bird' because I showed up before 7am, so I got a free ticket to get back up the CN Tower later. Pretty cool.
Anyways, yeah, I get into line to hand in my money and register proper. Then I get in line to get to the coat check, then I do a bit of stretching and head off to line up to get into the CN Tower.
From there I walk outside the Convention Center where I'm 'scanned' with wand for any metallic devices (absolutely no cell phones, cameras, mp3 players, or anything!), walk up a ramp, check through another security check point and finally line up at the 'stairs' entrance.
All told, I didn't step on the first step of the tower climb until 7:22am.
But I was finally there, finally on my way up.
And that's where I learned a very specific lesson in training: The stair climbing machine is not like climbing stairs. See, on the stair climbing machine there's a bit of give in it, a subtle bounce in each step that pushes your feet back up.
Not so with the hard metallic steps they have in the tower. No, I put my foot down and it pretty much went 'thud'.
Which led me to my next revelation: I was getting tired, and fast. I looked up to see that I was on the 10th floor... of 144... and I was already sweating. Worse: my legs were burning.
By the time I hit floor 30 I realized I was in real trouble -- what had happened to me? Where did all my training go?
And that's when a thought bloomed in my head, "Stop looking at the big picture. Small goals, baby steps if you have to. One foot in front of the other". I started counting the steps on the next landing.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.
And that became the plan. 12 steps, mental checkmark. 12 more, check again. Head down, one foot in front of the other. I try to push every single thought out of my head. Nothing but the numbers, nothing but 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Next thing I know I'm on floor 52.
Emboldened by this revelation, I start to think about how many stairs I've climbed, how many stairs I'm doing per minute... and then I drop kick that thought out of my head.
1, 2, 3, 4...
Another twelve steps down and I'm officially making progress. I pass some people sitting off on the sides as they fight to catch their breath. A few more floors, I pass an EMT as some guy is being helped with an oxygen mask.
Don't think, don't worry, keep your head down, keep counting.
Legs burning? Who cares, keep counting.
Around floor 90 I think I got my my second (or 3rd?) wind. The pain in my legs finally goes away, but my pace is definitely slower. Still, I just keep on moving.
After floor 120 and I start to feel a tinge of hope, I get excited, I want to make a break for it. But I know better now. I know that I've made it this far -- without stopping! -- only because I've been careful to stay within my limits. I know that if I stop, I won't be starting again any time soon.
So I keep on pushing, landing after landing, watching the people by the wayside as they gasp and fight the pain in their lungs. A few rush by on the Left, taking stairs 2 at a time, I stay far out of their way.
Finally, I hit floor 143 and my knees almost buckle with excitement. I look above me and sure enough, only one floor left. I push on, forcing my legs to climb the last 12 twelve steps. I tell myself that the journey's over, that I've made it.
I hit floor 144 and hurdle myself through the open doorway. I stop, confusion turning to frustration.
More stairs. Several landings worth.
I suck in a gasp of air and I run. I climb floor after floor, giving it every last sweaty bead of juice -- time card extended as the people at the check-in desk cheer me on.
I dive forward, handing off my card and it's punched with my finishing time.
I'm there, I'm done... what the hell?!
More steps. 9 more landings up (okay, who's idea was it to get creative with the floor count?!).
And yet up I go -- 'cause, really, what's 9 more floors after doing 144? -- soon I find myself on the main deck as a nice lady claps and hands me a bottle of water. I whisper 'thank you' from my parched throat and chug the bottle.
One thing I have to say is that going out on the observation deck at quarter to 8 in the morning is one hell of an experience. Nevermind the view, standing out there as the morning wind whips through me is the best part of the whole experience... the only word I can use to describe it is 'cleansing'.
Yes, my legs ache, my body's cold and my throat is raw... but I can't help but feel amazing as I stand there watching the sun peek out from behind the clouds.
If the climb was the test then surely this moment was the reward.
Unfortunately, time flies and soon I'm sent packing down the elevator, back into the Convention Center. I hand off my timecard and watch as numbers are written on the back of T-shirt for me.
My final time? 27 mins 15 seconds
And, as a bonus (for me at least) I made it all the way from the first landing to the last without stopping. Yes, I definitely slowed at a few places, but I never allowed myself to stop.
Always one foot in front of the other, counting my way, 12 steps at a time, up the CN Tower.
I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who supported me through this grand adventure... because, more than just the physical aspect (I'm absolutely more in shape than when I started), I definitely feel like I've learned something more out of it all:
Sometimes when I'm presented with a problem, it seems so big, so insurmountable that it becomes disheartening. It sucks the wind right out of me.
I've since come to learn that that is absolutely the wrong way to look at it.
See, it's good to know what the big picture looks like but the more important part is to know how to pick away at the problem; to figure out how to accomplish it bit by bit while knowing that, sometimes, it's all about just knuckling down and doing the work.
Cause, no matter what, eventually, I'll get there.
Friday, October 23, 2009
After all of my sweat and pain, after all of the self-doubt and fear, my month-long odyssey of preparation has lead me here.
Tomorrow morning at 6am I'll be out there and warmed up, ready to climb all 1776 stairs - 342 metres - of the CN Tower. For charity.
Honestly, I'm a weird mix of excited and nervous. I wonder if I've trained myself hard enough, if I've really done everything I could.
I guess I'll find out soon enough.
To make matters more interesting, my wife's getting back from a business trip (been gone for 2 whole -- and very long -- weeks) tonight... late tonight.
I have a feeling it's going to be a 'Hi honey, welcome back! Well... see you tomorrow' kind of situation as I rush off to try and catch some shut eye.
Tho' I figure I'll give the whole place a good once-over tonight as a surprise for her. She'll come in, tired, jet-lagged and see sparkling tile and vacuumed carpets... hopefully, that'll be a good 'welcome home' present.
On a side note, can I just say that it's such a weird sensation for me to really miss someone like I've been missing my wife?
I mean, don't get me wrong, I miss my friends and all... but for me and my wife this was the first time we've been away from each other (for any long period of time) since we've been married -- and man, there wasn't one day these last couple weeks that I managed to get to sleep before 4am.
And, no, it's not like I was laying there pining away or anything... I just couldn't sleep. I'd end up laying there, tossing and turning, feeling like 'man, this sucks' until the 4am sleep-exhaustion-fairy came by to kick me in the teeth.
Hopefully that'll be a problem solved shortly.
Anyways, yeah... tomorrow all the chips are on the table. Wish me luck ;)
And, hey, there's still time to donate to the cause (I'm climbing the CN Tower for the United Way on behalf of Ink Canada ;)!
Donate here: http://my.e2rm.com/personalPage.aspx?SID=2386085
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
They've hung up the phone, closed the door or left the gym and thought to themselves 'wait a minute... what the hell did I just do?'
So, as a former door-to-door salesmen myself, I wanted to write a little something for my fellow Canadians and introduce you to a little-known Consumer Right (yes, Consumers in Canada have RIGHTS... crazy, eh?) called the 'Cooling off period'.
In Ontario any written contract worth over $50 -- From the DAY YOU RECEIVE IT -- can be cancelled, for any reason. This right was granted to you by the 'Consumer Protection Act of 2002'.
You can, if you like, read the act HERE.
Or, you can go to this website for explanations of how it works and for templates of letters that you can use for canceling a contract under the Act.
You can read your actual rights as a consumer in Ontario here.
You should also make sure that you cancel in writing and submit it by fax or by registered mail so that you have proof that you tried to cancel (I recommend registered mail).
Now, if you don't live in Ontario, that doesn't mean you're excluded. Some provinces have different laws and regulations in regard to this.
To find out more, find your province below:
** Note, I'm highlighting special considerations by province as I find them, these are not exhaustive by any means, but hopefully will help point you in the right direction.
--> No cooling off period for buying a car, 2-day cooling off period for Pay-day Loans. In Alberta, you want to read the 'Fair Trading Act'.
Consumer Contact Centre
17th Floor, TD Tower
Edmonton Alberta T5J 2Z1
--> 10 day cooling off period for door-to-door sales. 24 hours if you lease -- not purchase -- a car (and only if you leave it with the dealer for that time). In BC it's called the 'Business Practices and Consumer Protection Act'
Consumer Protection BC is a not-for-profit organization that operates at arm's length from government. On July 4, 2004, the Authority assumed responsibility for the oversight of business practices and consumer protection in British Columbia, functions previously performed by the Consumer Services Division of the Ministry of Public Safety and Solicitor General of British Columbia.
Consumer Protection BC
5th Floor, 1019 Wharf Street
PO Box 9244
Victoria British Columbia V8W 9J2
Consumer and Corporate Affairs, Manitoba Finance
302–258 Portage Avenue
Winnipeg Manitoba R3C 0B6
Rentalsman and Consumer Affairs
Department of Justice and Consumer Affairs
PO Box 6000
Fredericton New Brunswick E3B 5H1
Newfoundland and Labrador
--> No cooling off period for vehicle purchase, 10 days for a door-to-door sale that is more than $100. This is given under the 'Direct Seller's Act'. There is a great FAQ here.
Trade Practices Division
Department of Government Services
5 Mews Place
PO Box 8700
St. John's Newfoundland and Labrador A1B 4J6
--> You have the 'Consumer Protection Act' (PDF), but I can find no mention at all of a 'cooling off period'.
Department of Municipal and Community Affairs
Suite 400, 5201–50th Avenue
PO Box 1320
Yellowknife Northwest Territories X1A 3S9
Website: www.maca.gov.nt.ca/operations/ consumer_affairs/index.html
Service Nova Scotia and Municipal Relations
Mail Room, 8 South, Maritime Centre
1505 Barrington Street
Halifax Nova Scotia B3J 3K5
--> Sadly, I can't find anything in regards to consumer protection legislation or 'cooling off periods'. That doesn't mean there isn't any, I just haven't been able to find them.
Department of Community and Government Services
PO Box 440
Baker Lake Nunavut X0C 0A0
--> (See beginning of post)
Ministry of Consumer Services
Suite 1500, 5775 Yonge Street
Toronto Ontario M7A 2E5
Office of the Attorney General
4th Floor, Shaw Building
95 Rochford Street
PO Box 2000
Charlottetown Prince Edward Island C1A 7N8
Website: www.gov.pe.ca/attorneygeneral/ index.php3?number=1002799&lang=E
--> If you feel your rights as a consumer have not been respected you can launch a complaint online here. Also, read Québec's 'Consumer Protection Act'. There's also a great Article explaining 'Québec Consumer Protection'.
Office de la protection du consommateur
Suite 450, 400 Jean-Lesage Boulevard
Québec Quebec G1K 8W4
--> Your rights and responsibilities as a consumer. An explanation of 'The Consumer Protection Act'. 10 day 'cooling off period' for door-to-door sales, more if they're unlicensed or from out of province.
Consumer Protection Branch
Saskatchewan Department of Justice
Suite 500, 1919 Saskatchewan Drive
Regina Saskatchewan S4P 4H2
--> Visit their 'Consumer Protection' page 'cause I can't find much else...
Department of Community Services
Third Floor, Andrew Philipson Law Centre
2130 Second Avenue
PO Box 2703
Whitehorse Yukon Y1A 2C6
Toll-free: 1-800-661-0408, local 5111
Remember: You are always free to leave at any time. No one has the right to make you feel uncomfortable in a sales situation and you're completely within your rights to get up and leave -- or, if they're in your house, ask them to leave.
And, frankly, if you ARE feeling pressured or bullied or anything during a sales presentation, you should leave. If you're still interested in the service, come back some other time and ask to speak to a different representative.
Also, for myself and as a general rule of thumb, I never buy anything sold to me at the door, on the street or from unsolicited ads online -- even if it sounds like the deal of the century. Ask for the information, take it inside, look into it on your own. Read the fine print.
If you ever hear a door-to-door salesperson say 'oh, this is time sensitive' or anything remotely like it, I will guarantee you that in some way you're not getting the full picture. They WANT you to rush, to not think. Door-to-door salespeople are trained to get you (as fast as possible) into a 'non-thinking' state by talking fast, overwhelming you with information or using lots of technical-sounding jargon.
Watch for salespeople who continually nod their heads 'yes' at you while they speak and ask you questions. They're taught to use subliminal cues to get you to not think, to get you to automatically agree with them. As humans, when put into a situation where we're confused or off balance, often our natural response is to go with the guy/grrl who has the answers. They know this, they're trained to do it. Watch out for it.
Also, if an unsolicited salesperson ever steps a foot into your house (without your permission), your first reaction must always be to say "please step back". This is another trick... another way to throw you off balance, so that you're more willing to say/sign anything to get them to leave. Be aware of this. They're counting on you to be a nice, polite human being that's too nice to kick them out.
Don't let it get that far.
Anyways, always remember, you have 10 days to cancel but you should begin that process as quickly as possible 'cause sometimes the dirtier places are prone to 'lose' things. Or forget to pick up their phone. Or 'accidentally' give you the wrong number for their cancellation line.
Yes, not all door-to-door salespeople are bad - I prided myself on being upfront and honest (which, is why I wasn't a top seller...) - but the fact is that there are enough bad ones that almost every province has laws protecting consumers from door-to-door sales. Keep that in mind.
Do your research and remember your rights and you'll be fine ;)
Now if only we could make this 'cooling off period' work for elections... :S
Thursday, October 15, 2009
See, It's been about 3 or so weeks now that I've been training for this CN Tower climb -- hitting the gym, skipping the elevator, watching what I eat and generally kicking my own ass wherever possible.
Turns out it's been paying off in spades, doing things for me that my many (many) months of sporadic gym training could not.
While I'm not 'losing weight' -- in fact I'm about 3-4 lbs up overall -- I am actually slimmer. I'm stronger. And I definitely have more endurance.
Even though I haven't been at the gym every single day, I've been finding ways to make my every day routine that much harder in order to help me get results.
In short: I've been using discipline to get what I want.
Which is awesome... but at the same time, well, troubling.
See, discipline's always been something of a weird thing with me. I've flirted with it all my life, but always squirmed and fought to get away from what I saw as manacles and chains. I thought that the whole concept of discipline was a dumb idea; why waste your time planning ahead? Why not just be free to do whatever you want to do? Why not live in the moment?
Turns out that when I was younger and 'free to do whatever I wanted to do', what I wanted to do was sit around and do nothing. Sleep, relax, goof around, doodle, play video games, etc.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I'd always been able to knuckle down and really get the job done whenever I needed -- and knowing how to relax really IS an essential skill.
Yet, as I've gotten older I've come to realize all the time I spent, well, dicking around when I was younger really has had ramifications for my adult self. Now I look at some of my current comrades, some 2-3 years younger than me, who have careers and genuine accomplishments... or my wife -- who did a double major in Engineering and Business in 5 years -- and wonder what I've been up to, what I've really 'accomplished' with my time thus far.
I guess the long and short of it is that, well, I've been growing up a lot lately. Growing up and taking stock of my life.
And I've been starting to understand how much my teachers and grandparents were trying to help me when they said I need 'discipline'.
As an adult, it's a concept I've been working to get that collar on and something I continue to struggle with. Something I wish I'd gotten a proper handle on earlier, especially as I've come to realize my need to finish things that I start, to quit leaving half-started projects and ideas jumbled up in my brain and hard drive.
Honestly, I'm not quite sure what the trick is just yet -- with most of my thinking happening, well, laterally... (or tangentially) I have a history of being easily distracted -- but I think this goal to do the CN Tower climb has given me a glimpse of something greater.
I've just got to see how I can push this forward and make it work for me long term.
Definitely open to suggestions on this one.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
That said, I read I Will Not Read Your Fucking Script with a pit forming in my stomach. The kind of pit that comes from realizing an article is talking directly to you.
And not in a good way.
You see, I've BEEN that guy -- and no, not the affable but put-upon screenwriter.
I read that blog post and it hurt, man. Oh boy, did it ever.
It's not me anymore, but I felt my gut twist all the same.
It was like a gawddamn checklist.
I was amazed at how close to home Mr. Olsen hit... and that's when I realized: There's a whole bunch of people out there who're still doing some of the dumb-ass things I did when I first started out.
So, in the efforts to raise everyone's game (and try to keep my fellow newbs from making the same mistakes I've made) I'm putting this out there into the ether.
Take from it what you will but know that mistakes are there to be learned from. As long as you DO learn from them, then people are generally more forgiving. It's those who refuse to learn, who refuse to listen to the advice (SO MUCH ADVICE) that is freely offered, that earn the giant asterisk on their forehead.
That said, I've fucked up my fair share.
Let me re-phrase that, I've Fuuuuuucked up.
But at every turn I've done my damned-est to make sure I don't do it again.
For what it's worth, a bit of history: I spent 2-ish years writing alone in my basement, learning scriptwriting and formatting et al from reading old Buffy the Vampire Slayer script books.
I'd never even met another writer, let alone a professional one - and what I craved, more than anything, was feedback. Feedback from anyone who didn't have a vested interest in me; who would tell me if I was wasting my time.
I had no idea of the business, I had no idea of how to write a good script, I had no idea how busy a professional scriptwriter's life actually is.
So when I somehow managed to get a writer to agree to look at my work - man, I was... yeah... 'excited' doesn't do it justice.
The hours would go by - unfolding into days - and I'd stew. I had no idea how long it takes for someone to read a script and write back. 'Do I?... Don't I? How DO I write back and ask if they've read it? Should I?'
Somehow I'd had this belief that -- like myself -- they'd open the email, read it and get back to me right away. You know, by the end of the day.
See, less than 'no respect' I had no concept of what a real writer's life was like. I'd just figured that hey, they were writers, they'd have all sorts of free time at the end of the day to read it. What I didn't know was that most writers are entrepreneurs. Freelancers.
And as my dad so lovingly related: "Being your own boss is great, you get to work whatever 18 hours a day you want".
But I didn't know that then. I didn't understand that then.
So I waited... for like a whole day... and then I emailed.
Then the polite reply came, patiently explaining that they're busy right now but they'd try to get to it this weekend.
And, of course, I wrote back, trying to be just as nice and understanding about it ('understanding'... *sigh* I was dumb) as I could.
So I'd wait. And wait.
The weekend came and went, then the next weekend. In the meantime, I went to war against my own mind.
Maybe they were busy. Yeah, they were just busy. But that small voice in the back of my head would say 'They're not writing back because they're too afraid to tell you that you suck... which, you do. Or, you know, maybe they're stealing your idea! Yeah! That's why they're not writing back. They're running off to the bank with your idea!!'
Oh boy, my mind went to work on me. Gave me the whole kit 'n kaboodle.
I've since learned that writers are a skittish bunch -- even those who've managed to develop a thick skin about it all.
I was new and neurotic and bare... and in the throes of newbie panic.
I made an ass out of myself.
Almost every single one of those situations played out as my emotions grabbed hold and swung me left and right and all over hell's half-acres. I wondered aloud -- at first to friends and later in wondrous passive-aggressive-email-form -- if I'd offended them somehow. I continued to work on my script and sent along 'updates' thinking it wouldn't be hard for them to just keep reading from where they were at (not realizing that it only gummed up the works MORE).
It finally took the writer taking the time to write a very terse (yet still, admirably, patient) letter to explain to me that, no, I was not the center of their universe. That they were busy, that life and work were time consuming in and of themselves and that if I couldn't understand that then I could go get bent.
Sadly, my response was... amateur-ish. All my excitement to finally get what I wanted crashed and burned as the realization came that, yes, I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted.
They critiqued my script as if it were a real work. And, yeah, holy shit. I don't think I knew what I was expecting, but damn. And, looking back on it, they were being nice.
I, however, cried. An ugly cry too. One of those ugly cries where you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and it shocks you into crying even more.
It was bad.
But I laughed out loud when I read Mr. Olsen's bit about 'wanting a few tough notes'. I look back on it now and I realize how bad I'd wanted that 'pat on the head'; That someone to recognize my 'brilliance', to say to me "you're on the fast track, kid. No years of slogging through the trenches like everyone else, you get to skip to the head of the line".
What I got was a wake-up call.
Which did, in fact, wake me up.
It didn't happen overnight, it wasn't like flipping on a switch or anything.
But I woke up.
And so that's why this entry exists, folks: Please, learn from my mistakes.
Life is yours to screw up. So, don't. Take the time, read, learn.
Or better yet, get off your ass.
What really helped me raise my game -- outside of reading scripts and books about screenwriting -- was that I found a community. I found other writers and I gave my free time to interact with them and ask questions and learn from them. I didn't lurk from the shadows, I didn't put on any airs, I simply stepped out and said 'Hi, I know absolutely nothing about this, but I think I'm a writer'.
I got involved and I made friends and learned about issues that affect all writers (not just myself). I learned that in giving of myself freely (from an honest place), I earned people's respect instead of having to screech and moan that 'no one cares'.
And guess what? I found out that people WANTED to read my work. Professional writers, now friends, emailing me to ask when my next (yes, NEXT... you have more than one script in you) script would be ready.
Asking me if I needed help.
Help which I gladly accepted, help which led to the helpful, honest feedback I'd always wanted (and had gotten originally... but was too much of a douche to see it for what it was).
Over the last few years I've come to understand that I am a good writer and that I have the potential to be a great writer (maybe, one day, a fantastic writer...) if I keep working at it.
But I have to keep working.
In closing, if there's any 'wisdom' I've learned that I can impart to newbies, hell to anyone, it's simply this:
The biggest mistake we can make is to refuse to learn.
The moment we roll our eyes, or slip on that cocky smile or listen to that little voice that says 'yeah, whatever'... we've hurt ourselves in ways we can't even begin to imagine.
Because anything -- anything -- we receive as feedback, positive or negative is given only because someone gave a damn enough to tell us.
And it's up to us to figure out how to grow from it.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Most of that is due to Karen and her new assignment for us Inkterns:
We're to come up with 5 goals we want to accomplish over the next 3months, 1 year and 2 years. (you can read them here should you be so inclined)
Needless to say, I had to think about that quite a bit... most days I'm not even sure what I'm doing that morning, let alone months down the line. (Chaos = fun... right?!)
That said, I'm starting to get a handle on where I'm taking things, how I want my career (such as it is) to progress. Much of my plans involve, you know, writing.
But I've been having a hankering for something lately, and it was Karen and Denis who really helped me crystallize what it was: Outreach.
See, Karen and Denis came up with the brilliant idea to ask people (writers, actors, et al) at a TIFF shindig to forgo one round's worth of drink money and donate it in support of KIVA, an organization that allows you to make micro-loans to entrepreneurs in developing and 3rd world countries.
Though it was what she said about the idea when she posted about it on Ink that really grabbed hold of me:
"Almost since its inception, Ink has been adorned with the dual agendas of bringing contemporary talents together for Good, & celebrating 'Creative Citizens' -- writers & their sketchy friends who Give a Damn about the larger world around them -- & don't just talk the talk -- they DO stuff to make the planet a better place to be for all of us."
(full entry here)
So, inspired by those words, I decided I would DO something. Start small, sure, but make a definitive step towards something good.
I've decided to sign up for the United Way CN Tower climb on October 24th.
Also, since I was inspired to do this by Karen and my fellow Inkies, I've decided to name my team in their honour and do the climb representing them as well.
I started training on Monday and what I've learned is that... well... I'm really out of shape when it comes to stair-climbing.
And with the realization that I'll be climbing 1776 of them in under a month... yeah, I've got a lot of work ahead of me.
They say that it takes the average person about 30 minutes to climb the stairs – 342 metres up – to the observation deck I'm hoping to come in under that mark.
But we'll see.
Tonight I'm doing some hardcore ab-and-stair training with my best friend - who's infinitely more in shape than I am - so hopefully that goes well.
If you'd like to send along your support and/or donate to the cause, please visit my donation page any and all support (verbal, written or monetary) would be very much appreciated.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
You know, now that it's all said and done, it's sort of funny to look back on it all and realize just how months and months of planning are rendered moot on the day.
I mean, to think of how much time (and arguing -- er, passionate discussion) went into the selection of our wedding music; The creation of a 3-CD set specifically timed out to take us through the peaks and valleys of our wedding reception - an intricately linked mix of English and Chinese music for all to enjoy.
And then to realize that our MC (gawd love'm) had ended up putting the CDs in and on 'shuffle' all night.
Thing is, we didn't even notice until late in the night... and by then we were too tired to care. Everyone was having fun and laughing and full-on involved in the event so who were we to get upset?
Perspective is funny like that - sitting there with it looming over us, these pre-conceived ideas of what was going to happen bearing down on our minds, it seemed like the whole thing could be a wash at almost any moment. But looking back, it couldn't have gone any smoother, the people that showed really were there for us and came with genuine smiles intact.
They say that no battle plan survives contact with the enemy and, I think, the biggest lesson of the whole thing was to learn that sometimes -- even on the most important day of our lives -- the trick of it all is to just go with the flow.
Of course the honeymoon was a whole other ball of wax.
We'd worked it out to spend 2 weeks in Hawaii - 5 days in Oahu, 8 days in Maui. We'd wanted to have the adventure throughout the first leg of the journey and relax all the way through the second.
Yeah that didn't happen.
Oahu was... insane. On the bright side we ended up using our Jet Lag to our advantage - off to bed by 9pm, up and out by 5am. From Pearl Harbour to Haunama Bay to Diamond Head (a massive crater) to Waikiki Beach we raced this way and that trying to see all that we could in the time that we had -- 5 days turned out to actually be 4 days, 5 nights as we had to hop a plane mid-day to Maui.
Oh, and I also managed to get a wicked 2nd degree sunburn on my shoulders on day 3 of it all. See, snorkeling is fun. Snorkeling at high noon in crystal clear water is even better. Loading up on sunscreen everywhere -- except your shoulders -- and then spending 2 and a half hours under the beating sun... yeah, not fun. Even less fun is having to talk down your well-meaning new wife from slathering you in Aloe lotion afterwards (even though you want it sooo bad). See, at a recent first-aid course that I took, sunburns was one of the things that they covered... and our teacher expressly stated that putting any kind of lotion/oil/gel on a fresh burn will make it worse.
So I suffered (boy did I suffer...) though it and came to learn, only a few days too late, of the awesome power of the 'rashguard' -- a UV-protected wet shirt that surfers, etc. often wear to keep them from burning up in the sun.
On the bright side, wearing one of these allowed me to continue participating in the many, many water activities that followed (parasailing!)... but man I wish I'd known about them beforehand...
Maui was intended to be a more relaxed stay: Laying on Kaanapali Beach, relaxing, watching the waves crash on the sun-drenched shores.
When we weren't driving 11,000 feet up the side of a Haleakala mountain, we were out hovering over the ocean via parachute or face down in it, snorkelling around Molokini, or under it when we were at the Maui Ocean Center (a massive aquarium with a tunnel where sharks swim overhead).
Turns out that the 'relaxing' part of our vacation boiled down to an hour laying together in a hammock, listening to the ocean on the day we were to go back to Canada.
Not that I'm complaining -- I'm ecstatic that our honeymoon was so adventurous... but man were we wiped when we finally made it home. It's taken me almost a full week to recover and I'm finally back to normal (I think)... but man, what a rush.
We've got around... oh, 40 gigs of pictures from the Honeymoon, plus about another good 50 or so from the wedding (thanks to family and friends)... so, yes, there will be many, many pictures. Once we sort them through I'll make sure to post an album or two or five.
Of course, now that I'm back and can actually focus again I find myself staring down the barrel of the CRTC and 3rd draft of my Chuck spec and a co-write (that I put off for waay too long -- sorry Dave!) and, well, trying to get an actual career up off the ground.
Things are going to be interesting.
But more on that later.