By Troy Brownfield
09.18.02
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"Cancelled?
And "Yes, Dear" is still on? I AM
in the wrong frelling galaxy."
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This'll
be a bit short this time. Expect epic length pieces soon,
as we drift once again toward Halloween . . .
Birthdays,
Anniversaries, and Such: I turned 29 on September 1st,
and just to prove my theory that my birthday attracts bad
news, Sarah Michelle Gellar married Freddie Prinze Jr. There
goes that free pass that wife would've given me. Oh well;
maybe it's transferable to Jennifer Garner. Wait, she's married
too. What IS it with starlets?
I guess
that whole marriage thing isn't too off-the-wall. Becky and
I just marked two years of it on September 16th. When my mother
asked if it seemed like two years, I replied, "Actually,
it seems like ten," (because, really, it has been ten
years. We've just been married two).
Regardless,
I need to reiterate why 29 means NOTHING.
29:
29 has no special significance, other than it's the last
birthday of your twenties. It means that you're knocking REALLY
LOUDLY on the door of 30, and it means that you're closer
to 40 than 18, but it really means nothing else. I suppose
it's a prime number, too. Whoopty-shit.
Farscape:
Just to make it worse, the genius brigade at SciFi decided
to cancel Farscape after having already renewed it for a fifth
season. Season Four is currently at mid-point, with the remaining
eleven episodes set to run in January. While I've never, ever
gotten in a show-saving campaign, this is indeed a worthy
one to save. It really is trying new things, and it's a triumph
on a technical level. It's funny, engaging, well-acted, presents
believable relationships, and has some dead sexy chicks. Ben
Browder may be the best action-hero on television right now;
if they ever make a Green Lantern movie and this guy isn't
Hal Jordan, then I shall know at last that there is no God.
What makes
Farscape special to me is that it's one of those shows that
the wife and I can both watch and enjoy equally. I like the
buddy-film bonding between Crichton and D'Argo; she enjoys
the jousting between Crichton and Aeryn. I like the duel of
minds between Crichton and Scorpius; she loves Chiana's nature.
We BOTH laugh ourselves sick at Rygel. Simply put, it's a
rock-solid show. Saying it's the best sci-fi on TV trivializes
it; it's one of the best programs on television of any type.
Therefore,
if you have a passing interest at all, haul thyself to www.savefarscape.com,
an intelligently run campaign by caring fans, then come back.
I'll wait.
Mr.
and Mrs. Daubs: Speaking of anniversaries and all that,
I would be remiss if I didn't pause to congratulate the new
Mr. and Mrs. Michael Daubs on their wedding. Currently honeymooning
in Canada, Wendy and Mikey tied the knot last week. For those
who keep track of such things, Mikey, aka Der Kommissar Bosco,
is the drummer for The Frank Booth Project. The ceremony was
officiated by the FBP's own bass-master, Nate Cosgray, aka
The Reverend Doctor Duck. This can only mean good things for
the future.
The
New Fall Season: I usually do a run-down of the new fall
TV season, and give a look at all of the new stuff coming
out. The trouble this year is that nearly every new show looks
like a knock-off of an old one. Even CNN seems to be showing
reruns from ten years ago (wait, that's the real news). Hell,
there's even a full-fledged remake of "Family Affair";
yeah, we were screaming for that. My pick for quickest cancellation:
"Good Morning, Miami"; even the commercials are
painful.
Big
Pimpin': Since the last new column, I've begun a new role
online. In addition to my duties here at the Mighty Shotgun,
I'm also writing something once a week for the incredibly
well produced Pulse News at Comicon.com.
I came to this via their wonderfully talented Jen Contino,
who made her name at the equally well-produced Sequential
Tart. So thanks for the opportunity, Jen!
My first
column was a bit on how comic-based films are influencing
the books themselves; my next is a look at the root appeal
of Daredevil. My plans for future pieces include an overview
of the '80s JSA titles, an introduction to NBM's terrific
Boneyard, and an epic excavaction on the title that I call
The Great Lost Comic Book.
As if
that weren't enough, I'm also now doing monthly pop culture
bits for Nuvo
Newsweekly. I've got a bit on the League of Extraordinary
Gentlemen next week, and something DVD-related next month.
Plus, Indianapolis
Monthly has some stuff in the hopper. Maybe 29 ain't so
bad.
Troy
Brownfield is the Editor-in-Chief of Shotgun Reviews. No matter
how old he gets, he will ALWAYS be younger than webmaster
Shawn. Email Troy at psikotyk@aol.com
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