Life & Shelf LIfe: Beating A Dead Horse Then Milking It

Previously when I mentioned walking all about and everywhere being my new leisure, I neglected to mention that my first outing of such a nature was to procure myself a Subway sandwich - this being back when I had no food for myself, and only a vague idea of what was around me. This also happened to fall very close to a certain celebration day. That being, The Rose Parade. So, it made out that the parade-affected streets afterwards looked like they were out of a post-apocalyptic future instead of lovely Pasadena.





You can't even really imagine the extent of the mess by these two pictures, but you can give it a good effort. Whole streets. Covered just like that.

Now, however, the place is looking much more precious. The five or so blocks that I walk to Starbucks to get streaming fast internet include several nicer stores and restaurants as well as a courtyard into an Antiques Mall I think I will be visiting in the near future.

So far my new lifestyle is only taking a toll on me. Loving California as much as I do can only go so far when new sleeping hours, an exercise regime, excessively more walking than I used to do in a day ( everything's excessive compared to 'none' ), and the patience of sitting through hours of traffic both ways to and from office jobs where I am not paid. I'm hoping for that next moment of spirited inspiration but, barring that appearing on my lap, I shall be making it for myself.

Until then, there are just script readings and errands in my future. One of which included buying Christmas cards for the office janitors - a trip that had me discovering the thus far most hit-you-over-the-head What Does This Remind Me Of: Drinks For Everybody!






Since there's very little to relate at the moment except settling into a schedule, I'll be including this remark:



A lot of Television news has been coming up and I'm as excited as I can be for that, but there as one thing that disappointed me in all those ways a show not being canceled shouldn't -- an Ausiello Files article mentioned that there was now a hovering chance that Supernatural creator Eric Kripke would lead the show into another season, its sixth. While I am a fan of Supernatural, and I trust Kripke with his own vision, I am not and will never be a fan of shows that continue on past their welcome or freshness.

Too many TV shows go strong, flare out, and then limp on past the finish line towards a pit of boiling failure with a tenacity that can only be blamed on persistent thoughts of creative suicide. This being, of course, the natural enemy of that thing called milking something for all the money it can produce, even if that something happens to be a dead horse spitting its own fluids back at you.

Pleasant imagery, I know. But this is how I feel about it. Many good shows have dragged on too long and, in doing so, their legacy becomes that sort of sad, wibbling ending instead of their - possibly many - good years. One of my bizarrely happiest moments was when "The 4400", a show I greatly treasured, was canceled. Why? Because its season finale is one of the most emotional, most beautiful, definitely the best finale I've ever experienced. I couldn't imagine it leaving on a better epic and yet still open-ended enough to be interesting note, and wouldn't have wanted to see it try.



So it worries me that Supernatural might leap past its projected date. Especially when it was clever and well-rounded enough to even have a projected date. This seems to suggest to me that the story had a natural end. Doesn't that mean everything after will only feel unnatural? And even Supernatural shouldn't feel that unnatural.

I'll, of course, reserve full judgment until I see what comes of this, but I definitely felt some concern, and a little bit of sadness, when I read this notice.