I am in the unusual position of having to really dig for the fury this morning, friends — at least initially. The combination of the first real full day off with the missus in quite a while yesterday, the ten-day break from The Day Job (and The Night Job as well, depending on how well I’m able to succeed at that), and visions of imminent beach time — it’s all got me feeling a little mellow.
On a similar note, I didn’t take a whole lot of time to like and dislike things this week. I was busy, and at the same time I was pretty relaxed (this rarely happens outside of when I’m on set, so I went with it).
The biggest thing I liked was our reading of Sophia The Great, which went very well. I’m working on the follow-up post I promised I’d write after the reading. Didn’t finish it yet because something I didn’t like this week intervened, which ended up spawning a lengthy post of its own on Thursday night, which you should check out if you’re interested. That post is my personal response to the “debate” over the significance of the Veronica Mars Kickstarter campaign, mostly in terms of what it may or may not mean for “the industry.”
The first official item I liked this week, about something I didn’t like, gets its own series of paragraphs. Buckle up. I dosed on The News, and now the fury rises.
I liked this article, from The Atlantic, about the government budget proposed by former Vice Presidential candidate Paul Ryan. I don’t like the budget proposed by former Vice Presidential candidate Paul Ryan. Not only does it provide a reminder that this oblivious, heartless man could have been one Caviar Choking Death Accident away from The Presidency — it shows why such an outcome would have been so devastating, for a national economy that is just barely chugging along still, in the face of rampant obstructionist meddling, on the political side, and persistent inaction on the front of corporate investment and hiring. It’s no surprise that Ryan and the majority of the rest of our Congressional Republicans want to fix the budget deficit by sacrificing the poor and the barely-getting-by at the altar of the rich, but it’s “nice” to get these recurring reminders about just how little our representatives care about the majority of us.
I’ve said plenty, and plenty more has been said, about the sheer injustice of the political situation we’ve been in since the House fell under the control of this particular version of the Republican party. So, instead of banging my bruised and bleeding head against the wall yet again, look at it this way…
The majority of the “savings” from Ryan’s budget come from gutting the Affordable Care Act. I call it the Affordable Care Act, rather than Obamacare, because it’s called the Affordable Care Act. The word Obamacare was created by the right wing of the political establishment to serve as some sort of derogatory term for legislation they disagreed with but that was fought for and enacted (despite fierce opposition from them), in order to help us (us being the majority of Americans struggling with access to quality health care and ever-rising health care costs). It continues to boggle my mind every time an allegedly legitimate journalist co-opts the term or gives-in to its usage out of either laziness or acquiescence.
I digress. The point is that the battle over this legislation has been fought, and the Republicans lost. Ryan’s ticket also lost the election, for many reasons but mostly because The People have (finally) started sniffing the bullshit. So does Ryan — does the Republican right — lick their wounds, do some soul-searching, and get to work admitting defeat and learning from it and bettering themselves and their policies as a result? Do they act like real men? No. They act like spoiled children, by repeatedly refusing to listen to Our Voice. They act like puppets, repeatedly catering to what the super-rich want rather than what the rest of us have shown we need. They act inhuman. “No,” they say. It doesn’t matter how many times they are proven wrong or told they aren’t going to get what they want. “No. No. No. No.” Your tax dollars at work, citizens. Your votes, if you voted Republican, being used to repeatedly say “no” — to everything. Damn respect, decency, maturity. Especially damn the consequences — for everyone except the super-rich and the people who live in their pockets.
On to less-infuriating things…
- I like this HitFlix interview with Veronica Mars creator Rob Thomas, which fills in some of the details missing from the discussion about his Kickstarter campaign for the film version of his cult TV show. As my post on this subject opines, some of these details probably should have been more readily available within the architecture of the campaign — or more clearly stated — to temper some of the concerns of some of the rest of us “in the industry” (as well as some consumers). However, for the most part, this interview made me feel with more certainty that It’s All Going To Be Okay. Which I knew, but…reading this, for me, helped reinforce the idea that this is a better thing for movies and entertainment than it is a bad thing. Thomas is a talent with a distinct vision. He’s had trouble finding a greater audience, and/or getting opportunities to put his vision forward. Now he gets to go back to the well.
- On that note, I also liked Scott Beggs’s article on the Film School Rejects site (about the same subject). Readers of my (lengthier) post might remember I quoted Scott while spouting my own opinion(s). There’s a link to his work there, but here it is again. It’s more succinct than mine, but feeds off the same idea that “everyone needs to chill.”
- Finally, I liked this week’s confirmation that a particle thought to be the Higgs boson…has been confirmed to be the Higgs boson. Or a Higgs boson. My scientist hat is made out of old newspaper, but I seem to remember that this is big news. I also remember reading about some of the amazing practical applications this discovery may someday spawn, but this particular article from NBC News focuses on the primary significance that the existence of the boson holds for Life As We Know It. Basically, it’s evidence that, in billions of years, all this could implode upon us, before our cyborg robot progeny of our progeny to the Nth…has a chance to say: “Zweeborg kaploot!” Which for some reason filled me with anxiety and dread. We’re all going to die in billions of years! Fuck.
The beach sounds like a good idea, about now. Have a good week, mad lovers.