Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts

Monday, March 28, 2011

I get nervous and I start babbling. And he starts babbling. And it's a babblefest.


Weave a story around this mixed proverb: "Silence is a great healer."

I don't feel like weaving a story around that mixed proverb but I do feel like writing about silence and communication. Who said these creative writing prompts are written in stone, anyway? They're not the boss of me. I'm the boss of me!
When people stop talking, they start communicating. Language can interfere with communication because language limits. As soon as you say something, you've eliminated every other possibility of what you might be talking about. We also use language to separate ourselves from other people. - Joss Whedon, 2008
Oh, Joss. You're so amazingly right about so many, many things.

I actually watched one of my favourite episodes, Hush, this past weekend and was reminded of its genius. Even with only about seventeen minutes of dialogue in the entire episode, it manages to speak volumes about communication. And at one point, Buffy suggests killing The Gentlemen by staking them but really ... well, you know what it looks like. The episode is worth it for the great .gif, alone.


In this episode, words get in everybody's way. Buffy and Riley (aka. The Character For Whom I Have Nothing But Irrational Hatred) talk but they don't communicate and can't manage to have their first kiss because they keep babbling. Anya has no idea what she means to Xander and Xander is either incapable or unwilling to articulate his feelings for her. We meet Tara, who clearly has things to say but is too shy and timid to say them. These are the things we're told in the beginning of the episode (where the dialogue is) but by the end, Buffy & Riley shut the hell up and start communicating (and kissing ... blech!), Xander demonstrates just how he feels about Anya when he pummels Spike for what he thought was his sinking his teeth into her,  Willow & Tara get a glimpse of just how powerful each other is when they touch their soon-to-be-lesbian-lover hands for the first time and move a friggin' soda machine with their minds (Bad. Ass!) and Tara tells Willow just what a powerful woman she is. It's only when the creepy-as-fuck Gentlemen come to town and steal everyone's ability to speak that they all truly start communicating with each other.

In regular ol' in-person conversation, I have a tendency to get all fucking jumbled up. It's not at all uncommon for me to ask several times, "does that make sense?" and it's rare that someone responds with, "yes, that makes complete sense." I'm much better at writing than I am speaking because I have much more control over what I am and am not putting out into the world. When I write, I can read and re-read and edit and I can make sure everything is cleaned up and put into a nice, tidy message that says just what I want it to say. In person, I can't do that. The minute I say something, it's out there and even if it may have sounded in my head like exactly what I wanted to say, it may not be perceived as such. Like The God of Geeks said, as soon as I say something, I've eliminated every other possibility of what I might be talking about. So, when it comes to face-to-face conversations, I'm almost always trying to make absolutely sure what I *am* talking about is crystal clear. Surely, you can see where I'm going with this ... often, the harder I try, the less clear I and the less sense I make.

Words are necessary, sure. In Hush, Riley needed them to operate the voice-activated elevator that took him down into The Initiative (and fuck you, Joss, for giving me a glimmer of hope that he would be killed off so early on in the season). In order to prevent Xander from wailing on him, Spike needed to say, "I bloody well did not suck the blood of your vengeance demon girlfriend, you sod!" but couldn't. And when Buffy needed to tell Riley to destroy the box that would release the voices of everyone in Sunnydale, she was unable to speak and had to show him and hope he understood what she was trying to say (which he didn't, at first). When he finally does understand what she wants him to do, he destroys the box, voices are restored, and Buffy screams her pretty little slayer head off, killing The Gentlemen. The episode ends with Riley & Buffy sitting across from each other, their demon slaying secrets now exposed.

Riley: Well, I guess we need to talk.
Buffy: I guess we do.

There are a few seconds of awkward and uncomfortable silence and ... scene.

I value words a great deal. But I'm also a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. You can tell me something until you're blue in the face but if your actions say otherwise, I'm going to belief those actions long before I believe those words. Because the way you act / don't act and the way you treat people / don't treat people ... it tells them all they really need to know. No need for "what's he thinking?" or "what's she really trying to say?" or "what the hell does he mean when he says that?" What the person is doing *is* what he / she is saying.

We need words and we need to be able to use them in a way that lets other people in on what's going on in our heads and the bits and pieces in there we want to share with others. But sometimes those words aren't nearly as useful as just shutting the hell up and trusting that once we stop trying to talk everything into making sense, things *will* start making sense.

Monday, October 4, 2010

what are you holding out for?

I like television. A lot. I don't schedule my life around it (my life isn't exactly located in the fast lane) but I do consider the invention of the DVR and the ability to pause live television nothing short of godlike. I very much appreciate and enjoy when the thoughts and ideas in one's head make it out; in whatever way, shape or form that person chooses to let them out. Books, films, television, paintings, drawings, music, childhood macaroni art, random scribbles ... they're different outlets for creativity, sure. But they all reveal things about their creator and I admire people who are bold enough to share those things; whether it's with one person or a few select people or the rest of the world.

One of the best things about watching the idiot box is the music I discover. There is almost always a behind-the-scenes genius who I imagine spends his / her time listening to music and is somehow able to just *know* when a particular song works with a particular scene. When watching certain shows, it's become habit for me to fire up Shazam so I can easily turn a few-seconds-long snippet into a full-length awesome new song.

This is one of them. The finale of the first season of How I Met Your Mother involves one relationship ending and one beginning. This song plays in the final scene after one character had the best night of his life and comes home to find his best friend had the worst. It's perfect because the lyrics make me kinda sad but the overall feel of it makes me wanna...act with reckless abandon.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

why i love "how i met your mother"

And Neil Patrick Harris. Well, one of the reasons I love Neil Patrick Harris. Mmm, Neil Patrick Harris.

* insert squiggly, dream-like sequences lines and ... music. you know the kind i'm talkin' about ... *

Wait, no. Not that kind of blog. Not that kind of blog!

On Monday's episode of How I Met Your Mother, Barney and James (brothers played by Neil Patrick Harris and Wayne Brady) came across an old letter their mom had written but never sent. It was a photo of the two of them as kids with the words, your son written on the back. Realizing it was a letter to one of their fathers, the entire gang went to the man's house to meet him. Barney had a touching moment when he finally acknowledged that he didn't really believe Bob Barker was his father (his mother had told him he was) and he was finally ready to meet his real dad.

When a black guy answered the door, it was clearly James' father, not Barney's. Unable to accept that, Barney convinced himself he and James shared the same father and he was black for a day.

Legen ... wait for it ...



... dary!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

all I want for Christmas is NPH

I've had these soon-to-be classic holiday songs in my head since last night's episode.