Okay so I just spent over an hour watching a 22 minute program and making my copious notes for the recap. My pointform notes which are very sketchy are 1666 words.
I will flesh them out tomorrow.
Coincidentally 1666 is my daily word count required for success in the NaNoWriMo event, which Im also doing, and am...oh...6000 words behind on. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Oh well. I guess I'll buckle down on the weekends. Including this one.
I just thought I'd throw that out there. Is this a fan blog and labour of love for twelve people Im fond of, or is it dramatic work avoidance?
Hmmm....
Friday, November 6, 2009
As is customary....
Well, I got to watch the show last night, but preparing the proper recap takes a day or so. This is the time it takes to criticize with sobriety and tact, to really polish my words and make for the entertainment experience I feel you deserve.
Also, I worked a 12 hour day yesterday, and felt like sleep was a better use of my time.
However: there is a custom to post a very brief overview of the episode as a placeholder until the recap is ready. It is called, rather creatively, the caplet.
Here goes:
It's a very Canadian show, isn't it? In the best and worst ways. The idea that 12 people, no matter how interesting, sitting in front of computer screens for three days makes for exciting television tickles me. I don't care how many exciting stings you use, it's not Survivor.
On the other hand, from the outset, you get the sense that this show is about twelve people with very different backgrounds meeting, bonding and discovering commonalities. You don't get any sense that there will be late night shower room knife fights.
Marty sums it up best, "It's day one and we're all laughing and getting along because we just met each other, and we're Canadian." I may be paraphrasing. I'll go into more detail on the recap.
This epsiode sets the scene, and introduces the contestants, and the judges....oh the judges. Oh, the targets of my future vitriol. Seventy-five percent of the three judges acquit themselves like asshats.
I'm sorry to say that, but it's true. Oh hell, I'm not even sorry. One of them is just fine, and better than fine. One is a hapless, foot in the mouth, effete, seemingly over-privileged little schmuck (but a super nice guy, I swear). The last...well...you'll see. I hope he can take as good as he gets.
Look for the recap Saturday evening. Monday morning at the latest.
Also, I worked a 12 hour day yesterday, and felt like sleep was a better use of my time.
However: there is a custom to post a very brief overview of the episode as a placeholder until the recap is ready. It is called, rather creatively, the caplet.
Here goes:
It's a very Canadian show, isn't it? In the best and worst ways. The idea that 12 people, no matter how interesting, sitting in front of computer screens for three days makes for exciting television tickles me. I don't care how many exciting stings you use, it's not Survivor.
On the other hand, from the outset, you get the sense that this show is about twelve people with very different backgrounds meeting, bonding and discovering commonalities. You don't get any sense that there will be late night shower room knife fights.
Marty sums it up best, "It's day one and we're all laughing and getting along because we just met each other, and we're Canadian." I may be paraphrasing. I'll go into more detail on the recap.
This epsiode sets the scene, and introduces the contestants, and the judges....oh the judges. Oh, the targets of my future vitriol. Seventy-five percent of the three judges acquit themselves like asshats.
I'm sorry to say that, but it's true. Oh hell, I'm not even sorry. One of them is just fine, and better than fine. One is a hapless, foot in the mouth, effete, seemingly over-privileged little schmuck (but a super nice guy, I swear). The last...well...you'll see. I hope he can take as good as he gets.
Look for the recap Saturday evening. Monday morning at the latest.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
First Post
Hello all.
This is a sort of fan blog for Book Television's 3 Day Novel Contest reality show. My name is Ryan States, and my best friend Gayleen Froese was a participant. I myself spent most of the weekend there as well. It's been a long time coming--see the sidebar.
I have to wait until Friday to actually see the first episode of the show because we don't have cable. Sorry about that. Thanks to our buddy, the divine Ms. Lori Forrest, I will have a tape in my hands soon.
In the meantime, I thought I'd introduce you to the contestants. As I'm lazy as hell, and don't care to re-invent the wheel, let me take you back through the mists of time to the hazy days of September 2007.
A Brief Introduction.
Of course, when I wrote that I was sleep deprived and awash in the glow of bonhomie. Since then...well, my feelings haven't actually changed.
We've stayed in touch with most everyone. Ms. Tracy Thompson, free-spirit, has vanished off the map, and we'd like to hear from her.
Gayleen and I have been to Vancouver, where Joe and her partner very kindly put us up. While we were there we saw Mr. Kirkland as well. Both of them are still awesome.
Marty and I have emailed once or twice. I often see Paul bopping around town, lost in his own little world. The man loves his headphones.
James has been very helpful in reading and critiquing my first novel, and offerred me some very nice support in my last-minute 3 Day novel prep this year.
G and I have also been out to see Jennifer and met her unbelievably awesome daughters. I think of her every time I drink an espresso. So a lot.
I have little things I could relate about all of them, but I'm boring myself here, let alone you folks.
Now, that said, the gloves are off. I am going to recap each weekly episode with the merciless tongue of a rabid hyena. Nobody will be safe. Not even me. Trust me. I am modeling the process on that established by the good folks at Television Without Pity. I will essentially discuss everything that happens on screen, mocking it, saying what I think is good TV and what isn't, and sharing personal recollections while digressing wildly. It won't be pretty. Hopefully, it will be entertaining.
Also, it needs to be said that I know how this ends, but I am compelled legally to say nothing. Obsess for clues if you like. Or care.
More as events warrant.
Here, by the way, are two articles on the show. Gordon, as you will soon discover, is a highly effective media whore. I mean that in the best way.
Article One
Article Two
This is a sort of fan blog for Book Television's 3 Day Novel Contest reality show. My name is Ryan States, and my best friend Gayleen Froese was a participant. I myself spent most of the weekend there as well. It's been a long time coming--see the sidebar.
I have to wait until Friday to actually see the first episode of the show because we don't have cable. Sorry about that. Thanks to our buddy, the divine Ms. Lori Forrest, I will have a tape in my hands soon.
In the meantime, I thought I'd introduce you to the contestants. As I'm lazy as hell, and don't care to re-invent the wheel, let me take you back through the mists of time to the hazy days of September 2007.
A Brief Introduction.
Of course, when I wrote that I was sleep deprived and awash in the glow of bonhomie. Since then...well, my feelings haven't actually changed.
We've stayed in touch with most everyone. Ms. Tracy Thompson, free-spirit, has vanished off the map, and we'd like to hear from her.
Gayleen and I have been to Vancouver, where Joe and her partner very kindly put us up. While we were there we saw Mr. Kirkland as well. Both of them are still awesome.
Marty and I have emailed once or twice. I often see Paul bopping around town, lost in his own little world. The man loves his headphones.
James has been very helpful in reading and critiquing my first novel, and offerred me some very nice support in my last-minute 3 Day novel prep this year.
G and I have also been out to see Jennifer and met her unbelievably awesome daughters. I think of her every time I drink an espresso. So a lot.
I have little things I could relate about all of them, but I'm boring myself here, let alone you folks.
Now, that said, the gloves are off. I am going to recap each weekly episode with the merciless tongue of a rabid hyena. Nobody will be safe. Not even me. Trust me. I am modeling the process on that established by the good folks at Television Without Pity. I will essentially discuss everything that happens on screen, mocking it, saying what I think is good TV and what isn't, and sharing personal recollections while digressing wildly. It won't be pretty. Hopefully, it will be entertaining.
Also, it needs to be said that I know how this ends, but I am compelled legally to say nothing. Obsess for clues if you like. Or care.
More as events warrant.
Here, by the way, are two articles on the show. Gordon, as you will soon discover, is a highly effective media whore. I mean that in the best way.
Article One
Article Two
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)