Daydream at Midnight

February 9, 2008

I want to go to a place where there are no commercials, no posters, no billboards or bastardized pop songs.

I have been dragged down and dirtied by all this filth.

Throw away your television!

Writer’s Note: See this post for an update on the sad state of Heroes.


I spend an awful lot of time on this site biting more eyes than I can chew. This is not going to change anytime soon. Every once in awhile, however, something happens that makes the eyebiter…smile.

Like taking responsibility for your crap, something that Heroes creator Tim Kring seems to be doing.

My thoughts on this:

  1. It’s a big step just to admit that your show sucks, even if you make this admission gently and/or with tact. Most actor/directors/entertainment types, if they do this, do it well after the fact, when the show is over or the movie has made its run. Those who don’t wait sometimes lose their jobs, so I don’t necessarily blame them for their silence. Admittedly, it’s probably easier to admit that your show sucks when you’re the creator (and when you’re on strike) but, hey, at the very least, Tim Kring’s eyes are safe for now. If I had enjoyed Season One of Heroes a little more than I did (I liked it, and I got a little sucked in, but I wasn’t shocked to see Season Two take a turn into Tanktown) I would have already chomped those ojos with such ferocity that he could have channeled Claire Bennet till he was Hank McCoy blue in the face and it wouldn’t have helped him.
  2. He basically hits on almost all of the major things that are wrong with Season Two. This includes: Not Tom Welling and Claire’s romance, Hiro’s way long unending infinite overstay in Japan (that goes on forever), the stinky new characters, and a lack of foreseeable connections between new story lines (made out of crap romances and stinky new characters) and the overall plot (whatever that is).

What else is wrong with Season Two?

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Things to Do on Doomsday

November 2, 2007

Given that a good many of our correspondents 362033461_4a2b699dee.jpgare patriots of and partisans for Chicago, that Somber city, and given our penchant for providing transport tips in all corners of the developed and developing world (when in Shonan try the awesome Safege style monorail, but it might be best to delay your trip to India for a few years, until that country finally takes part in the monorail revolution), it really is quite surprising that we’ve spoken so little about the horrible state of the CTA (excepting their vigilant pursuit of Dr. …butwithawhimper). As I mentioned the other day, new CTA chief Ron Huberman has shifted priorities, and significant progress has been made on the slow-zone problems (things are certainly better than they were back in March). Whilst track conditions may be improving, the CTA funding crisis goes from bad to worse. The CTA decided to accept the state’s bailout money earlier this year, removing the sense of urgency that had lawmakers on the verge of passing legislation. Or not passing legislation. Since no elected representative in Illinois can be called a leader, and no one can agree on anything (yes, that article is from May, but it’s not like anything has changed). With doomsday scheduled for Sunday, the CTA once again decided to spare their riders and take state cash, this time pushing Doomsday off until New Year’s Eve, giving law-makers two more months to do nothing. Two thoughts: where is Joe Biden when you need him, and whither penny rides?

But since everyone has New Year’s off anyway, and no-one, therefore, has to worry about missing the job or class they won’t be able to get to, YS is here to humbly suggest that shut-in former commuters kick back and relax with the two best TV shows of the season: Kitchen Nightmares and Dirty Sexy Money.

Before you, o wise and humble reader, rush in to say “Nay! Those two shows are practically the same program!” please allow me a brief defense as to why I have decided to name these sister programs the best shows on TV. Unlike last year, when Studio 60 and 30 Rock battled things out, any and all resemblances between KN and DSM are purely coincidental, rather than a nefarious network plot to advertise SNL an additional 90 minutes a week. As such, they probably deserve to be taken on their own merits, like dueling volcano or Capote movies, but for purposes of this review, they won’t be.

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