This might become a new category for me, along with Haunt Haunt Haunt Haunt Haunt Haunt Haunt (which I am sadly behind on): Storytelling Done Right. Sometimes something is just really well done and it deserves recognition. So for #2, we flip all the way from Shirley Jackson to McG. Supernatural is a show that I never thought I would like; I reluctantly accepted the DVDs from a new, enthusiastic friend and let them sit on my shelf for several months, then decided I had to watch them before I could give them back at the end of the year. With great trepidation, I put the first DVD in in the background on a day when I could let it play all day without disturbing my roommate, got on the Internet to have something to do while this tedious WB show played in the background, and promptly became completely engrossed because of the following exchange:
Sam: Whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her. Dean: OK. Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days. Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later. Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days. Sam: Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
EDIT: I tried to let this stand on its own and I was troubled because it doesn't seem to work on the page. And then, stupid me remembered that storytelling isn't always done in words--in this case, for example, a lot comes down to the directing, staging, and acting.
I'll be perfectly honest here for a moment. I like to make sure that things with my name attached are of a certain quality of make, design, thoughtfulness, comprehensibility and responsibility. The internet in general is not the natural habitat of those qualities, and this blog in particular is a vile wasteland where their unluckiest seeds drift onto the scorched and ash-choked earth, grope blindly for life through the putrid smog for a few torturous moments, then die in blind agony as the fetid, poisonous air seeps into their very essence and burns them from within.
In an alternate metaphor, this blog is my margin. (Margin is one of those words that stops looking like a word after a couple seconds.) If you want something of substance, look elsewhere. (Perhaps somewhere off the internet altogether.) And no, I haven't put my name on it and I haven't told anyone about it. So you're either reading this completely at random, or because you wanted to know if I had a blog and knew exactly how creative I am when thinking of aliases and exactly how willing I am to pay for site space, or because you're stalking me and you've stolen my laptop to see where my bookmarks lead, or because... giants? took over the world? and you're--no wait--I was the sole survivor? and I kept a record of the takeover Cloverfield-style starting in a few posts? and eventually I went insane as a fugitive of the giant gestapo and either went down like the book version of I Am Legend or just recorded my sad yet enlightening decline into madness until the last entry is some lame recovered memory that bursts in right before I die, like The Awakening? Please say it's the I Am Legend one. Please?
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