So, there we were by the riverside, enjoying a springlike day in early December, me with my new portrait lens … Kaity with her favorite “does everything” lens, sitting on the steps trying to find something to shoot, something that might make an interesting picture.
And I found things to shoot. Not my most epic photography, but pretty pictures. I saw across the street an actual double path, one paved, one dirt that split into two … and wondered which I would take. I decided that it would depend on whether I was afoot or traveling in a powered vehicle. Vehicle, go paved. Feet? Go dirt. Bet you wind up in the same place anyhow. Because that’s the way life goes. You think you’re taking a different road and thus you are going to wind up in a new place, but actually, you’re merely taking a detour and you will end up in exactly the same place. Karma is.
Right now, my life is a really bad daytime soap opera. It is so bad it is really funny. A few days ago, I was ready to cry. Now, I feel like howling with laughter. At a certain point, the ridiculousness exceeds the drama and you might as well laugh because it’s too stupid to be tragic.
Secretly, Mel Brooks is writing my life. Or someone like him, anyhow. Whoever it is, I sure do wish they’d let me read the script before I need to play my role. Life, unlike soap operas, doesn’t work that way.
Maybe that explains, in part, my obsession with pictures of paths. I’ve been taking pictures of paths through woods, along cliffs, along shorelines my whole life.
I have yet to find the perfect path either as a photograph or as a direction. Maybe there isn’t any such thing. Maybe all paths are inherently imperfect. Probably they are supposed to be. Nobody said it was going to be easy, but I didn’t think it would be quite so funny.
Although there are many paths we didn’t take all of us wonder where those untaken paths would have led, I’m willing to bet I’d have inevitably wound up right where I am.
Call it Karma. Destiny. Fate. Doesn’t matter. It just means that you can run, but you cannot hide.
- Watch Mel Brooks explain why he wouldn’t cameo in ‘Young Frankenstein’ (deathandtaxesmag.com)
- Soap fan web series begins next week (examiner.com)
- Why I (almost) Want to be a Soap Opera Character (laughingmom.com)
I have given up trying to makes sense of what (or if) the “deciders” on popular television series are thinking.
Right now, I’d like to understand what inspired the transformation of Bones from a “solve the crime with a lot of blood and gore” show that was fast-paced, witty, and fun … into its current focus on the dysfunctional home life of Booth and Bones.
You could always count on the show for a few laughs, some “ew” gory stuff, flirty exchanges between law enforcement officers and scientists who are far more handsome and better-dressed than real geeks or cops ever are. We didn’t take it seriously. It had no relevance to our real lives or, for that matter, real life. It was entertainment. Surprisingly, that was entirely satisfactory because that is exactly what we wanted. Entertainment.
The show’s formula was so successful that whoever is in charge decided on a new and daring tack to see if he/she/they could sabotage the show and drive its viewers away. Turning the show into a domestic comedy, something for which its viewers never bargained, succeeds in alienating viewers on many levels. It can only be intentional. No one could manage this by accident. The new plot is annoying and dull. Quite an accomplishment. Kudos to whatever genius thought of it.
I’ve watched this happen to so many popular shows as they begin that slide into low ratings and death. Remember L.A. Law after they ceased having anything to do with courts or trials or anything of a legal nature? E.R. when soap opera replaced medical emergencies? Any number of irritating seasons of House during which he never practiced medicine, lost in plots that made watching the show painful? At least Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice never pretended to have anything to do with medicine and were always prime-time versions of General Hospital. With expectations set on zero, anything better than that was a gift.
Harry’s Law was so refreshing that I shouldn’t have been surprised when it was summarily deleted from NBC’s lineup because it was a hit with the wrong audience. NBC is suffering from a case of terminal stupidity.
Removing a hit show because the people who watch it are the wrong demographic was so moronic, not to mention insulting to those of us who did watch it, that I’m still reluctant to watch anything on NBC. Clearly they do not value me or anyone else in my age group. They have declared us to be non-persons.
It’s going to be a sad season. There are a few bright spots … but the herd keeps getting thinner and I know in a couple of years, there will be nothing at all I want to watch that isn’t a rerun. Or a movie. The question is, why do I even care?